The hospital room felt lighter on the fourth day since Shen Guoxing had woken up, as if the walls themselves sensed the approaching freedom. Soft afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting warm, golden patterns across the white sheets, the neatly made bed, and the medical equipment that had finally fallen silent.
The steady beeps of the monitors were absent now, leaving a peaceful hush in their place. The air still carried the familiar clean, sterile scent of antiseptic, but it seemed less oppressive than before, as if the room itself was ready to let go.
Toys and gifts from the guests and PD Xu Cui were scattered across the floor and tables, a colorful testament to the support the child had received during her stay.
