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...,As he spoke, the old man's voice grew softer and softer until finally, he closed his eyes.,In the ward, everyone bowed their heads in solemn silence, their hearts heavy with grief.。