Counterattack

In 2030, the late autumn night wind was biting. Lin Fan stood at the end of the hospital corridor, holding a reminder note in his hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion. In the ward at the end of the corridor, the ECG monitor made a regular ticking sound. This was proof that his father, Lin Jianguo, was still persevering - and it was also Lin Fan's only hope at the moment.