Zhang Xiangcao was startled by his shouting, but when she caught sight of the old man's pale face and the faint smell in the air, she knew.
Her mother, too, had been the same when she lay in bed, unable to move.
She set down her broom and walked over— the old man might not have made it in time.
Such an old age, truly pitiable. Now with no one by his side, the nurse had gone to the city to shop this morning, just when everyone else was also out. Originally, she thought nothing would happen to the old man in such a short time.
Yet, indeed, something had happened.
"I told you not to come over, can't you understand human speech?"
The old man's face was now red and his neck swollen with anger and embarrassment.
Nevertheless, Zhang Xiangcao made her way through the old man's irritable temper and pushed the wheelchair.
