Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang finished washing the fruits and then stood at the entrance of the ward chatting, looking like a pair of door gods.
"How long has Old Sir Xia been hospitalized?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's been 4 days, his condition suddenly worsened a few days ago and the doctors have issued a critical condition notice. Now, he can only hang on in the hospital, taking each day as it comes," Zhang Guanghang said with a melancholic face, "I've already arranged everything with the funeral parlor, and even picked out a cemetery plot. Yesterday, he was so mad he said there's no need for any funeral ceremony, just burn him and bury the ashes."
Jiang Feng didn't know how to comfort Zhang Guanghang. Although birth, old age, sickness, and death are natural, who doesn't wish to defy nature and have their loved ones live safe and sound, to a ripe old age?
