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...,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!,He was an intellectual from the city. Not only was he good-looking, but he was also cultured, knowledgeable, and well-spoken.。