The lights in the hospital corridor were a stark white, and the smell of disinfectant was pungent.
Several doctors had spent a long time swarming around him, asking all sorts of questions, taking various notes, and even drawing blood.
By the time he left the outpatient building, dusk was already falling.
Back at the family residence, his parents were already in the living room, waiting anxiously.
Ling Zhenkang stood at the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the courtyard gate.
Suddenly, the sound of familiar footsteps came from outside.
Everyone in the room shot to their feet, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
"I'll get it!"
Ding Qin was the first to react, practically leaping off the sofa.
She had been waiting for her son all day. His phone wasn't going through, and there had been no word from him at all.
Relying on nothing but a few vague updates from the aide, her heart had long since jumped into her throat.
