Pale Corridor

The forty-six-year-old's spine was bent by a cancer diagnosis. There were many young people above him, and there were many young people below, weighed down by a thousand-jin burden, which made him breathless. The pale corridor of the hospital is a cold invitation from the god of death. But his name is Xiwang, and as long as he still breathes, he will hold on to the last glimmer of light for this family.