Chapter 219: "My Beloved Doctor

"—Brother, Brother? Wake up, Brother, don't sleep anymore—"

In the midst of chaos, he heard someone's clamorous shouting.

It felt as if a heavy iron weight pressed against his chest, making even his breathing somewhat labored.

He wanted to lift his hand, to move, but his body seemed to have completely disconnected from his brain, and a cloud-like heaviness of darkness bore down in front of his eyes, his eyelids heavy as if laden with metal and stone.

He tried to open his mouth, to breathe in, and when the air rushed into his lungs, scraping through his throat, it seemed to carry with it a fragmented, cottony touch.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed himself awake.

Control over his body returned bit by bit, and as he cast his gaze from moist eyes, he saw a glaring, white-hot light.

Next to him, a young man stood by the bed, his face full of worry.

The young man reached out with both hands, removing a white bundle from his chest.