"I'll make your favorite braised pork soon."
Mrs. Xiao was carrying groceries upstairs, chatting with Chuzheng.
Chuzheng listened silently.
Just as they reached their floor, Mrs. Xiao noticed Old Sun standing at the door opposite: "Hey, Old Sun, what are you doing here?"
Chuzheng glanced over.
An old man stood at the door, which was ajar, with shadows moving inside.
"The child is not doing well, so we invited someone to take a look." The old man standing outside smoking sighed.
Mrs. Xiao had heard before that Old Sun's grandson was ill and hadn't gotten better, and she anxiously asked, "The hospital can't fix it?"
Old Sun shook his head: "The hospital said they can't find anything wrong; we've even gone to the big city hospitals, and they all say the same thing. So we brought the Immortal Aunt here to take a look."
This is the last resort.
People say the child is haunted.
Chuzheng took a peek through the ajar door.
She couldn't see the child, only a mess of clutter.
