After tidying up the dormitory, Fang Cheng set off, ready to see what good food might be available at the canteen.
He decided to make a detour to Building 3's physical therapy department, thinking that if Master Sun was still busy, he could lend a hand.
He pushed open the ajar door, but the office was empty.
On the table by the window, an aluminum electric kettle was "bubbling" away, the steam from its spout leaving a patch of water stain on the white wall.
The blue curtain around the therapy bed was half open, and Lin Yue, who said he would come back to rest for a while, was nowhere to be seen.
Fang Cheng glanced up at the wall clock and guessed that the two had probably gone to the canteen for a meal.
So he unplugged the kettle, turned around, closed the door, and went downstairs alone.
The midday sun was somewhat harsh, and the asphalt road was slightly softened by the heat.
