The Reborn Daughter Counterattacks Life

The white ceiling, the smell of disinfectant, and the regular ticking sound. Lin Xiaolan is already familiar with every detail of Ward 208, just like she is familiar with the raised veins and age spots on her hands. Her fifty-eight years of life are about to come to an end in this room of less than twenty square meters. "Doctor, my mother..." The eldest daughter Zhao Ting's voice came from outside the half-open door, deliberately lowered, but still clear. "Ms. Zhao, we have tried our best. The most important thing now is to make her feel comfortable..."