In an instant, her vision blackened.
Countless scattered perspectives emerged.
In the collapsed hospital, hollow eyes stripped of light and spirit, fading lives and cold corpses. Walls covered in cracks, falling dust, and shrill cries drifting in from afar.
"Try again, Doctor. Please, try one more time."
A patient covered in tumors futilely tugged at the doctor's coat. The equally bedraggled doctor stood frozen in place, his lips twitching. He lowered his head wearily, unable to say those words.
"It's okay if I die. At least... please save her..." On the hospital bed, the despairing patient used his last strength to reach for his wife's hand on the neighboring bed, but he could not reach it.
The patient on the other bed had long since gone silent.
And so, he wailed aloud.
Death came amid his grief-stricken cries.
The piercing sobs echoed, yet drew no attention.
In the collapsed, chaotic hospital, no one even turned back to look... because such cries had already engulfed them all.
In the makeshift operating room, the lead surgeon's hands paused before he put down the scalpel.
"Massive hemorrhaging. She can't be saved. Give up."
"But... there are still patients..."
"There's no medicine or equipment left! Where's the search and rescue team?! Where are the supplies we were promised?!"
The enraged doctor roared, his eyes bloodshot as he demanded, "What am I supposed to use to save her? What am I supposed to use to save all those patients outside? Lies?
Everyone is begging me, begging me to hold on a little longer... I've already done everything I could. I've given it everything I had! But who can tell me how much longer I'm supposed to keep this lie going?"
No one answered. There was only the faint sound of sobbing.
The sound of tears