Xia Hai and Zhang Cheng had spent the past few days collaborating closely, forging a strong brotherly bond. Presently, Xia Hai arrived, clutching a box of ripe fruits in his hands.
"Come, Wanwan, help yourself to some fruit. The weather's scorching."
Arrayed on the fruits were toothpicks, a delicate touch that highlighted how much Xia Hai had evolved.
In bygone days, he'd have consumed fruit in a much less refined manner, forsaking the art of slicing and dicing for immediate indulgence. The metamorphosis was clearly thanks to the influence of Zhang Cheng.
Xia Wan accepted his gesture with a smile. "Thanks, Dad."
In this juncture, a young man dashed in, making a beeline for Zhang Cheng.
"Dad, you're still here chatting? Mom's suddenly in agony. The painkillers aren't working. We need to hurry to the hospital."
Coincidentally unoccupied, Xia Wan promptly interjected, "I'll accompany you. I've studied medicine previously."
