Fortunately, her guess was right; Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian did indeed come to the hospital, and as soon as Fu Xingbo heard Fu Han was looking for him, he immediately came over.
When he arrived, Fu Han was standing by the window, looking out at the outside world. Behind the Inpatient Department was the old Urban Area, the Market, fly-infested eateries, and all sorts of miscellaneous stores one could think of.
Every day, before dawn, many people would be there, a lot of them elderly with graying hair, bringing vegetables grown in their own gardens to sell. They didn't have stalls and could only squat by the walls; they would split their lips in pleasing grins at every passerby, hoping against hope that someone would buy the vegetables they picked early in the morning, still dewy from the fields.
In the mornings, if you opened the window and there was a breeze, one could even catch the distinct market scent of poultry and meat mingled together, an unpleasant smell.
