Inside the ICU, time seemed to stand still.
Sun Qingshuang and his wife were pressed against the cold viewing window, their eyes fixed on their daughter in the hospital bed.
On the monitor screen, a red numerical curve stubbornly remained at the high of "41.2°C," a glaring sight.
It was like a red-hot branding iron, searing the couple's hearts day and night.
The medicinal liquid had already been administered into Sun Haiqing's body through a feeding tube.
But the numbers on the monitor showed no change.
Sun Haiqing's face was still flushed, and her body would occasionally twitch slightly from the high fever.
Sun Qingshuang's wife could no longer hold back. She covered her mouth and cried silently.
Sun Qingshuang's heart also sank bit by bit into the abyss.
'Could it be... that even this last shred of hope is about to be shattered?'
Half an hour passed without them realizing it.
