Thunder, rainy night.
In the operating room, the ECG monitor beat slightly.
Su Ho took one look, feeling strange, and immediately plunged into the intense heart transplant surgery.
In the corridor of the hospital, people are still coming and going. This is the best hospital in City B. No one can stop the process of birth, old age, illness and death.
Only the corridor leading to the morgue is quieter. The hospital bed is like a ferry boat, carrying the joy of life and the coldness of death.
The door to the morgue was opened and immediately closed again.
There is only the sound of rain outside the window. It may clear up tomorrow, or it may rain continuously.