"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The special care floor of Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.
A continuous, urgent, and intense coughing sound echoed, followed by breathing that resembled a fan...
Like the sea with a leak, the sound was incredibly distressing to hear.
Carter closed his tired eyes, as if asleep, his breathing somewhat erratic.
Rosaline sat beside the hospital bed, watching the emaciated Carter, wiping her tears vigorously.
She tightly held a medical report in her hands, on which it clearly stated:
Stomach cancer, mid-stage!
Although the doctor said with proper rest and active treatment, life could be assured.
But after all, it was cancer, how could Rosaline not be anxious?
"Creak"~
The door to the ward was pushed open, and Chief of Staff Everett walked in with a worried face, "How's he doing?"
