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Several days had passed since Zhou Xuanzhi last visited his mother in the hospital. The weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on his shoulders as he walked down the sterile corridors, his footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway. Each visit brought a mix of hope and nervousness, as he silently carried the burden of his mother's declining health.

Entering his mother's room, Zhou Xuanzhi found her lying in bed, her face peaceful as she dozed off. The faint beep of the heart monitor provided a steady rhythm, a reminder of the fragile balance between life and uncertainty.

Approaching her bedside, Zhou Xuanzhi's heart ached at the sight of her frail form. He gently took her hand in his, watching her face for any signs of distress. His mother stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and a tender smile formed on her lips.

"Xiao Zhi, you're here," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of joy and fatigue.