Reborn: A Woman's Rise to the Top

A white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, the steady ticking of a clock.

Lin Xiaolan knew every detail of Room 208, as well as she knew the raised veins and age spots on her hands. Her fifty-eight years of life were about to draw to a close in this room, less than twenty square meters in size.

“Doctor, my mother…” Her eldest daughter Zhao Ting’s voice came from beyond the half-open door. She was keeping it deliberately low, but it was still clear.

“Ms. Zhao, we’ve done everything we can. The most important thing now is to keep her comfortable…”