Duan Qianyang fell silent again after hearing the doctor's words. The doctor waited for a while, estimating that he needed time to digest, and then walked away.
Duan Qianyang didn't know how long he stood in the corridor, but his legs were a bit numb by the time Duan Qirui walked up beside him, snapping him back to awareness.
Duan Qianyang looked at the shoes that came into view, still stained with blood, which must have been picked up while bringing Old Man Duan here. But at this moment, he had no time to clean them and could only endure it.
He led Duan Qirui away from the corridor and outside the hospital entrance: "Why did Dad go to the second floor?"
"I don't know." This puzzled Duan Qirui as well; even when Old Man Duan's legs were still good, he rarely went to the second floor, so why would he go now, in a wheelchair?
"Who else was at home besides you when the accident happened?"
"Sishu, Nianian," Duan Qirui answered.
"What was Nianian doing at the time?"
