In the hospital room, the atmosphere was heavy, permeated with the scent of death.
Nangong Lin lay on the bed, his body festooned with transparent IV tubes, a mask delivering oxygen covering his face.
Within the room, Lina, company senior executives, and suddenly emerging relatives of Nangong Lin were engaged in endless arguments.
"It's truly laughable, Lin had long been independent, having nothing to do with you all. Now that he's had an accident, everyone comes running. I see that concern for his health is just a pretense; coveting his wealth is the reality!" Lina dominated the room with the posture of a mistress, dismissing those relatives while briefing the executives on company matters.
However, in the face of interests, people are crazed, naturally unwilling to let the matter rest so easily.
