The rays of the sun illuminated the ward, and the curtains gently swayed in the wind. You were very ill, and Baizhu was your cardiologist, the only one who has not yet lost hope in your recovery. The door opened and he appeared on the threshold, still smiling at you tenderly. "Good morning, how are you feeling?" Baizhu came over, taking the stethoscope from his neck. Judging by his tired appearance, he didn't sleep again today