At the hospital, Jiang Jinsang had just called home to report his safety when Zhou Zhongqing knocked on the door and entered, bringing a kettle of hot water and fetching a washbasin and towels for him, "Here's some hot water for you folks, clean yourself up a bit, look at you!"
It was the first time he had seen Jiang Jinsang in such a disheveled state.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
"Why be so polite to me? She's fine, don't worry too much, at worst she just bumped her head, she might have a mild concussion."
A concussion, and that's considered fine?
"She must have been pretty scared too, her nails are broken." Zhou Zhongqing looked at Tang Wan's fingers, which were bandaged and clean now, but when she had arrived, her nails were wrapped in blood-stained water, a shocking sight, probably from sliding down the mountain while trying to hold on to something.
"I know."
