trap rose

In the garden, a huge banyan tree spreads its branches and leaves, and the sunlight passes through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

A few birds jumped happily among the trees, and their songs drifted into the ward with the breeze, bringing a bit of life and vitality to the place.

In the ward, the patients were lying on their beds with tired expressions on their faces.

The doctor, wearing a white coat, hurried down the corridor.

Their faces were serious, but their eyes showed respect and persistence for life.

They race against death here every day and try their best to save every life.

It is not only the intersection of life and death, but also the wrestling field of hope and despair.

Wen Mian came to the glass window of the intensive care unit.

Wen Mian's eyes fell through the window on the little girl on the hospital bed inside.

The little girl's face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and her hair was messy and weakly stuck to her forehead.

Her breathing was weak and difficult, and each breath required the help of a ventilator. Oxygen was delivered from the ventilator to her lungs, like a lifeline, maintaining her life.

Around the hospital bed, various medical equipment made faint electronic sounds, beeps, beeps, and buzzes, intertwined with her breathing, one after another, forming the main theme of the ward.

Under the dazzling incandescent lights, everything seemed so silent and solemn.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, making the entire ward look even more desolate.

Outside the window, the sunset has quietly set, and the sky is gradually dyed into a deep blue.

The breeze blew by, gently swaying the curtains, and a ray of moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and reflected mottledly on the little girl's face, adding a touch of mystery to her pale face.

The little girl's mother sat beside the bed, holding her daughter's hand tightly with both hands, her eyes full of worry and helplessness.

Her face was full of exhaustion, but extremely determined. From time to time, she looked up at her daughter on the hospital bed, with hope shining in her eyes.

The entire ward was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and expectation, as if even time was becoming extremely heavy at this moment.

However, in the eyes of the little girl's mother, there was a subtle hint of firmness and determination.

Wen Mian's face was full of worry. Her hands were clasped together, her knuckles turning slightly white from exertion.

Her eyes flashed with complex emotions, including pain, helplessness, reluctance, and deep sadness.

Wen Mian stared at the little girl, tears welling up in his eyes.

She knew the little girl was fighting death, and the price of that fight was so great.

Wen Mian's heart was filled with endless emotion and helplessness.

She could only stand silently outside the window and convey her care and blessings through this glass window.

She hoped that the little girl could overcome the disease and regain health and happiness.

After a period of hard work, the fundraising campaign achieved remarkable results.

Not only did the amount of donations gradually increase, it also attracted a lot of media attention.

People lent a helping hand to the family's plight, showing the warmth and kindness of the world.

Liu Jinbo held Wen Mian's hand tightly, his gratitude beyond words.

He told Wenmian that he and his daughter had been suffering from illness and were in financial difficulties.

Although he tried to seek social help, the results were not satisfactory.

"I have asked many charities for help, but they all rejected me for various reasons. I really don't know what to do." Liu Jinbo said with tears in his eyes.