Life is so fragile, life and death sometimes seem like the capricious strokes of God's hand, within mere seconds, it turns to yin and yang.
"What are you thinking about?" a voice came from behind.
Without turning, she knew it was him.
She shook her head, "I just feel that we doctors are still too insignificant, we can only treat diseases, not life, everyone will have their last day."
On her final day, whom would she wish to have by her side? Alone in desolation? Or with someone holding her hand tightly?
Suddenly, her hand grew warm.
She looked down to see that he had taken her hand.
Her whole body tensed up all at once, and she quickly pulled her hand away, asking him, "Why did you come here?"
"There are too many people in the department, I came over here to take a look."
"A lot of people? What people?" Could it be another ruckus?
He raised an eyebrow, "I don't know."