Qinghe listened to the woman's faint voice, barely audible, and glanced at Uncle Mei, who lay with his eyes closed on the bed. She understood and also lowered her footsteps, so as not to disturb him.
She smiled at the woman, offering consolation, "Auntie Mei, don't be too sad. Otherwise, Uncle Mei won't be at ease if he sees you like this."
The woman simply patted her hand, sighed, and gestured for them to sit on the sofa to rest for a while; she would talk to them in a bit.
The hospital room, being a high-end VIP room, didn't feel crowded despite the number of people entering. Moreover, it was fully equipped with sofas, a restroom, and a television. Just as Qinghe and her companion were about to sit down, they saw the mother and son plop themselves onto the sofa. A sofa big enough for five or six people was fully occupied by the two of them, who sat there with eyebrows raised, looking at them triumphantly.
