"Don't worry. If anyone from management gives us grief, I'll take full responsibility."
"Alright, with your word, I'm in. I'll help you find a few more actors." Qian Fu immediately pulled out his phone and started rounding people up.
"But I have one concern. Will this really not worsen the condition of the patient in Bed 13?"
"No. He's already like this. How much worse can it get?"
"Let's go ask the Chief of the Detention Area."
"Okay." With that, the two walked toward the office of the Detention Area Chief.
When they arrived, they found the door ajar. The bald-headed Chief was chatting idly with someone.
"Chief, I have something to discuss with you." Qing Wanglai then concisely explained his plan.
The Chief took a pack of premium soft-cover cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, lit it, and took a drag. "Oh. Fine, give it a shot."
"Then could I trouble you to sign this?" Qing Wanglai asked, handing over a pen and paper.
The Chief didn't move.
