Flipping through the pages on the clipboard, Liang Zhong Zemin's panda eyes throbbed and he frowned when noticing the paper in his hands shaking. No, the paper wasn't shaking, he was. Gritting his teeth, his temper flares, and in a rare state of anger, the patient and gentle doctor throws the clipboard across the room. "*Smack!" It hit the wall of his office and fell onto the ground scattering pages with its descent. Covering his exhausted face with trembling hands, Zhong Zemin took a deep breath to calm himself while closing his eyes tiredly to hide the frustration and anger within himself. Useless! He cursed, he was useless!
Everyone was useless! Everything was useless!She is alive, I can feel the blood pumping in her veins, and her hands are still warm. She could open her eyes and blink. She could speak and glare at him. She could even argue and mock others. But he could not keep her life. She refused to eat, but one cannot live off of simple nutrients and water forever.
