Late at night, at the Yuezhou Sanatorium.
He Jiaqing, taking advantage of the empty room, stuffed a cigarette into the mouth of "He Jiaqing" who was lying on the sickbed.
This "He Jiaqing" was He Haisheng, who currently couldn't move or speak and was temporarily taking He Jiaqing's place on the sickbed.
He Haisheng blew a puff of smoke in He Jiaqing's face as a sign of dissatisfaction.
He Jiaqing sighed and said, "Don't be angry, Third Uncle. I've really been busy these past two days. Haven't I sent someone to bring you cigarettes? Third Uncle, tonight you can only smoke this one. If the smell is too strong tomorrow, I'll have trouble explaining to the doctor."
He Haisheng took a deep drag on the cigarette and blew another cloud of smoke into He Jiaqing's face.
"Not enough?" He Jiaqing was quite helpless. "Fine, I'll let you smoke another one. But the attending doctor will definitely scold me again tomorrow..."
