Rebirth 1975: Starti

In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,Only the old man's raspy, feeble voice and the rustling of paper and pen broke the silence in the ward.,At this moment, the heart monitor beeped with an alarming sound. The curve on the top screen fluctuated less and less until it became a straight line!。