National Destiny Is Bound to Individuals and Affects the National Economy

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, with a hint of sweetness from chemicals that penetrated Lin Fan's nose. He was lying on an overly soft hospital bed, with pure white sheets covering his chest. The room was so quiet that only the ticking sound of the equipment next to him could be heard. It was regular and steady, indicating that his vital signs were without any fluctuations.