Lin Man hurried forward with stiff legs. "Doctor, how is he doing?"
"The condition has worsened considerably, and we will first transfer him to an isolation room for observation for a few days," the doctor replied. Perhaps accustomed to life and death, he glanced at Lin Man and then spoke directly, "You're his spouse, right? Given his current situation, at most a month. Prepare yourselves mentally in advance."
Lin Man didn't know how she managed to send the doctor away or how she changed into sterile clothing and followed the nurse into the isolation room.
Looking at Lu Chengfeng on the hospital bed, his body pierced with all kinds of tubes, watching his chest rise and fall slightly aided by the ventilator.
Thinking of how they had been together last night, of the strong heartbeat she once heard while lying on his chest.
Despite the overwhelming sorrow, not a single tear would fall.
She reached out, wanting to touch his face again, to hold his warm hand, but she couldn't.
