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...,Only the old man's raspy, feeble voice and the rustling of paper and pen broke the silence in the ward.,What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.。