In the hospital ward, the atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
Everyone was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the occasionally labored breathing of the elderly person lying on the bed.
Pu Sangzhi and Chen Huifen slowly walked forward, and a crowd of relatives made room for the two of them.
Thus, Pu Sangzhi and Chen Huifen made their way unobstructed to the old person's bedside and slowly squatted down.
The old person, Zhao Ahua, had raised five children in her lifetime and worried about them all her life.
At the twilight of her life, with all five children and grandchildren by her bedside, it was a sign of respect for her journey through this world, the filial piety that children and grandchildren ought to offer.
At that moment, aside from the yellowing face that was terrifying to look at, the person lying in the bed also appeared disoriented.
