"Young master, madam doesn't want to see you right now. It'd be better if you weren't here. It'd save us from making her condition worse."
Xu Jiamu said, "Aunt Yun, take good care of her for me. I'll wait for her condition to stabilize before I come back another day to see her."
He left the hospital, but he wasn't in a hurry to get in the car. He leaned against the car’s door and lit up a cigarette. He raised his head and looked over at Han Ruchu in the patient's room.
The wind in Beijing during early spring was cold as usual. It brought a bone-chilling cold with it.
Xu Jiamu's fingers were freezing when he finished his cigarette.
He threw its butt into the bin beside him, and rubbed his hands. He was just about to open the car door when the phone in his pocket rang.
He paused for a moment, then pulled his phone out to see the name flashing on the screen. Suddenly, he dazed out.
