"Brain-dead?" Ding Aiguo and the other two men fell silent.
They all understood the weight of that word.
In the medical world, brain death signifies the end of a life.
"Yes." Sun Qingli sighed. "My older brother and sister-in-law are going insane. No one should have to endure burying their own child. They refuse to give up and absolutely will not agree to take her off the ventilator. Right now, Haiqing is lying in the ICU at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, her vital signs maintained by all sorts of machines. But she's in a deep coma, and because her central nervous system has failed, her immune system has collapsed. She suffers from recurring high fevers, often spiking above forty degrees Celsius, and no antibiotic can bring it down."
"Sigh. That poor child." President Qian shook his head, unable to bear it.
