Father Geng's throat made gurgling sounds as he swallowed a big gulp of air, feeling a bit flustered as his heart thumped wildly. His eyes darted once more to his eldest son: strange, this son seemed somehow different from before.
Previously, when Geng Yongzhe was upset, he'd hold in his grievances, not speaking up, because whenever he did, a group led by his grandparents would always stop him and remind him that he was, after all, his real father.
Now, after being guided by the teacher and classmates, he, like his younger brother, had regained his wits after escaping that dreadful environment.
Coordinating with the students on the scene, Zuo Liang turned and pretended to take a phone call: "Hello, you're asking if there's a bed available? There might be one this afternoon if this patient doesn't get admitted—"
