Chapter 338: Yan Ming Resigns

Perhaps some people feel that, after spending a long time in a clinical setting, one becomes numb to life.

In fact, it's not life to which we become numb; it's a sense of helplessness towards the medical status quo.

But no matter when, when you face the relentless flow of life's hourglass, that desire to grasp it as it slips away... that feeling of wanting to save someone but being utterly powerless, it's truly exhausting.

Yan Ming didn't make a sound either, his nosebleed staining his clothes, which he ignored, letting it run onto his white coat.

A complex mixture of feelings.

Sitting there, his gaze was hollow, his mind brimming with countless thoughts.

His mind kept recalling the various scenes from the past two or three decades.

Once, wasn't he just as energetic and positive as Chen Cang, possessing a tenacity towards life?

But gradually, he found his abilities becoming more and more limited.

Had he become negative?

Complacent?

Or had his heart become numb?