"Since that's what you have requested… cough cough… I'll donate it to the country!"
Old Lu mumbled under his breath.
"Mmm… Dean Wang, please help him see to it!"
Without paying any attention to the glares of the unfilial sons and daughters, Fang Yuan left the hospital and arrived outside.
It was winter and the sky was turning dark.
Snowflakes drifted from the sky, covering the ground with a glossy layer.
"Life… is this brittle!"
Fang Yuan closed his eyes and could feel the flickering flame of life.
"Hehe… Brother Fang, what are you looking at?"
Sun Xiaohong ran towards Fang Yuan and her face became flushed. She was gasping for air. "It's snowing. Why are you not carrying an umbrella? It's cold outside…"
"Just some random thoughts… Let's return to the wards!"
Fang Yuan stroked Sun Xiaohong's head and she squinted her eyes in comfort. Like a lazy cat, she almost purred.
