Provincial People's Hospital, inside Qian Fuchen's ward.
Qian Fuyu stood anxiously at the door of the ward, glancing back and forth, occasionally muttering to himself, "Strange, why haven't they arrived yet?"
"Six, since Mr. Xiao said he would come, he will definitely arrive. Being as restless as ants on a hot pan is pointless."
On the sickbed, dressed in patient attire and peacefully flipping through a copy of "Das Kapital," Qian Fuchen slowly closed the book and looked at his brother pacing back and forth at the doorway, speaking calmly.
Qian Fuchen's face was thin and pale, looking frail, but his eyes sparkled with a hint of vitality that wasn't present before.
