Wen Suihan was ill, down with a severe cold.
He lay at home, his private doctor checking the wound on his forehead incidentally.
A moment later, the private doctor said, "The wound on the forehead is mostly fine now, although there's still a slight trace, it will fade soon enough, fortunately, it can be covered by the hair in front."
Wen Suihan, completely unconcerned about his own injury, asked, "What time is it?"
The private doctor glanced at his watch, "Three o'clock in the afternoon."
Wen Suihan got up and changed his clothes.
The private doctor asked in surprise, "You still have a fever, are you going out again?"
Wen Suihan didn't look up, "I have a dinner with the leaders from the urban construction department. You can go on home."
Without another word to the private doctor, he left the house alone.
Wen Suihan drank quite a bit at the social event, and it was late at night by the time Zhang Cheng sent him home.
