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...,More than ten middle-aged men in suits were constantly recording in their notebooks.,Leaning against the door frame, Zhou Yang's gaze was fixed on the woman!。