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...,What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.,All that was familiar instantly awakened Zhou Yang's pain memories sealed for decades!。