Late that night, Lu Yan came to visit me.
I took a bottle of drink, and we sat on the rattan chair on the balcony. The hospital was quite busy, even at night. The process of life and death never cared about the passage of time.
However, the VIP wards were relatively quiet. This was the power of capitalism.
Lu Yan looked at the lit corridors not far away from where the normal patients were. They were haggard-looking, lying on the ground and sitting on the benches. "Once upon a time, I was one of those people."
I took a sip of my drink. "But you're not anymore."
She nodded. "But I shouldn't even have to suffer in the first place."
I glanced at her and smiled. "So does that you mean you're going to fight to gain back what you're owed?"
She looked at me. "Nanxing, wouldn't you?"
I didn't look at her. I only shook my head. "I can't answer that for you. You're the only one who can make that decision."
