C33 Duan Beiping

Outside of ward 3150, Duan Hong looked through the window and saw a middle-aged man lying on the bed inside. His hair was almost completely white, and his eyes were dull and filled with wrinkles.

/p It could be said that he didn't have the slightest bit of spirit. Beside him, a stooped figure was facing Duan Hong, his hair tied up as if he was talking about something