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...,At this moment, a general with two stars on his shoulder walked up to the old man and said with sadness, “Zhou Lao, all of us comrades remember the follow-up plans for your project. The organization has asked me to inquire: do you have any unfulfilled wishes”,What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.。