Caroline Edwin chatted with Moira Samir for quite a while, as the patient beside them also woke up.
After about ten minutes or so, the door to the ward was knocked, and a tall, straight-backed middle-aged man dressed in black cotton clothes walked in.
Carrying a thermal container in his hand, he greeted Caroline Edwin and Moira Samir in the room with a polite nod.
Michael Harris walked over to the bed by the window, set down the thermal container, opened the window for fresh air, pulled back the privacy curtain, and took out a stool to sit down.
As the middle curtain was drawn back, Caroline caught a glimpse in the corner of her eye of the woman lying on the hospital bed.
The woman seemed to be in her late thirties, with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and likely due to poor health, had a pale, bloodless complexion.
Sandra Freda saw the visitor, smiled and said, "You're here."
"Mmm, are you hungry? I've brought you some food, all dishes you like. Eat more in a bit."
