There was no satisfaction from deep slumber, nor the weariness of light sleep, as if lying in bed with eyes open and shut, a new day arrives.
The Living Tree had long since awoken and, as usual, sat on the bed basking in the sun. The other hospital bed remained empty, without a new patient.
"Good morning, Little Linna."
Lu Li returned the greeting and then gazed at the "peaceful" face of the Living Tree basking in the sun.
As if it were an illusion, he noticed that the wrinkles on the bark of the Living Tree had disappeared significantly—at least the face no longer looked old.
Putting on his trench coat, Lu Li left the ward. First, he brought anti-inflammatory medicine to the ulcerated boy in exchange for a caramel, then slowed down as he passed by room 208 but didn't see that man bullying the boy again.
Arriving at ward 210, Lu Li narrated the story of the ulcerated boy to Mildred Hampri.
"I'm glad the anti-inflammatory medicine can be of use..."
