May 7th, the weather was drizzling.
Water stains on the glass outside the ward formed into a web-like pattern and dripped down.
By the window, Xiang Yaojun helped tuck in the blanket for his sleeping son and looked at his wife: "I'm going out for a while."
"Call me if you need anything."
The middle-aged woman frowned deeply: "Smoke less, the doctor said second-hand smoke affects the healing of the child's wounds!"
Although Xiang Yaojun said he would quit smoking, the middle-aged woman knew it wouldn't happen overnight.
For someone doing manual labor, he occasionally needed a bit of "comfort" to relax.
Xiang Yaojun shook his head: "Not smoking, just taking a walk downstairs."
The middle-aged woman's gaze focused on her son's injured leg, wrapped in a white coat.
At just nine years old, he had already lost his toes and ankle, the woman was also a bit dazed, not responding to her husband…
