DéQiáng sits lazily at his desk, phone in hand, unaware that his greatest battle is about to begin. A sudden, crushing pain tears through his chest — sharper, deeper than ever before. His phone slips from his grasp as the world spins out of focus. The weight of his body hits the floor. Silence.

Moments later, TíngHui rushes into the room — panic flashes in his eyes as he sees DéQiáng lying motionless. With trembling hands but unwavering focus, TíngHui lifts DéQiáng onto the bed, locks his fingers, and begins relentless chest compressions. Each push is a plea for life.

Will this be the moment he takes his breath again — or the one where everything fades to black?