Was that you?

Hua Jing stood frozen in the hospital corridor, her eyes glued to the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Doctors and nurses bustled around the patient in the bed, their voices urgent, commands sharp, and movements precise. Her heart clenched painfully as she strained to catch a glimpse of the figure on the bed, but the staff obstructed her view at every turn.

She took a hesitant step forward, her pulse pounding in her ears. Who is it? The nagging feeling in her chest grew unbearable, her breath catching as she tried to move closer. But before she could pass through the door to see, her vision began to blur.

"No… no, not now," she whispered, her voice trembling as her consciousness dimmed. Her surroundings flickered like a dying light, and panic clawed at her chest. "Please, no… not yet. I need to see who it is."

Her pleas went unanswered. The hallway, the doctors, the muffled cries, and the figure on the bed—all of it faded, leaving only darkness.