The ward was sterile, and she didn't dare touch him even though she was wearing a mask and gloves.
His face was still so pale, blending in with the paleness of the ward.
The beeping sound of the equipment barely broke the dead silence of the intensive care unit.
Five years ago, when he entered the intensive care unit, she was still lying on the hospital bed, indifferent to his life or death.
This is the second time he has been admitted to the intensive care unit, and his body is now probably at its limit.
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