Wang Zimo, a sickly young man sat on the bed with his fingers idly twiddling by his legs stayed still. The heart monitor beeped every few moments to show that he was still alive and the tv idly played in the background.

The moment the door opened, he shut the tv off. He turned his head and his frown went away in an instant as he saw the doctor, far more closer to a parent, enter the room. "Hi, are you coming to check up on me again?"