The Legend of the Wh

The monitor's curve turned into a straight line, emitting an alarm. The once rebellious younger sister rushed to the sickbed, no one could pull her away. Relatives supported the frail elderly couple, unable to stand steady. Doctors and nurses approached, the younger sister cried out desperately, trying to stop them from removing the intravenous tube and the monitor. The nurse sighed, reached out and removed the oxygen mask, pulling up the white bed sheet...,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。