The woman grasped Zhang Hao's hand and kept thanking him.
But Zhang Hao noticed a pinhole on the back of her hand, probably from an IV drip.
"Next time you're out on your own, be more careful. It's lucky you passed out in the hospital supermarket this time. If it had been on the street, you could only pray to meet a kind-hearted person."
The woman tidied her disheveled hair.
There was a hint of an apology in her voice as she spoke, "I have low blood sugar, and I've been taking care of my sick father in the hospital these days."
"He underwent surgery the day before yesterday, but his recovery hasn't reached the standards to be transferred to a regular ward yet."
"My mother and I have been really worried about whether he can recover, so we haven't been resting or eating well."
"I was just going to buy a bottle of drink and some bread. I didn't expect to black out while I was choosing items from the shelf."
