The lights in the operating room went out.
Lin Wan stood up dragging her lead-filled legs. Her eyes were so dry that they hurt, but she couldn't shed a single tear. For three days and three nights, she stood guard outside this door, like a sponge that had been drained of all moisture.
The door opened, and the attending doctor came out and took off his mask. His face showed the exhaustion of being used to life and death and a trace of imperceptible regret.
"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry, we tried our best." The doctor's voice was steady, but like a dull knife, slowly cutting away her last hope, "Tiantian's condition deteriorated too fast... Acute leukemia, complicated by multiple organ failure, it is a miracle that she can survive these six months."
Concept: short story