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...,Hearing the familiar sound, Zhou Yang struggled to get up from the kang and pushed open the tightly shut wooden door, swaying unsteadily!,That is to say, the tragedy has not yet happened, everything is still in time!。