Battalion Commander Zhao lay there, frail, with a leg hanging in the air. Seeing Bai Fanglan come in with a cold face, he felt awkward, "Lanlan, I'm sorry."
Bai Fanglan said nothing and quietly sat beside him. The two of them hardly knew each other and hadn't shared any intimate words; now they felt even more like strangers.
"I didn't want to burden you. My parents said they'd bring my siblings and sister-in-law over by train..."
"If they all come, will they have a place to stay?"
"Isn't our new house still empty?"
Bai Fanglan chuckled, "Who will cook and wash clothes for them, take care of them? Who pays their living expenses? Surely it won't be me, right? I've arranged my home, haven't lived there a day, and it's already ruined by these people, still having to serve them tirelessly. Then I'm buying food, cooking, taking care of them, and then coming to the hospital to care for you?"
Battalion Commander Zhao looked at Bai Fanglan, increasingly afraid to speak.
