In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,Only the old man's raspy, feeble voice and the rustling of paper and pen broke the silence in the ward.,Holding the woman's hand, he suddenly tightened his grip, feeling the realness of her touch. The faint scent of flowers from her body wafted into his nose, and Zhou Yang's expression became agitated, his body trembling slightly!。