Throughout the afternoon and evening, Lin Shanghuai was checking his phone, looking at the sparse comments below his post, unable to describe how he felt.
The next morning, as soon as it was light, the comments were still sparse. He finally stopped checking his phone, even ignoring the strange feeling he'd had before.
Arriving at the hospital, Lin Shanghuai first went to check on Gu Jingkui's condition. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl stood at the door of the ward. He'd seen her yesterday and remembered her name seemed to be Lan Yazhen, who had been the subject of the nurses' discussions.
"Brother Gu, are you feeling better today? Does your leg still hurt?" Lan Yazhen looked pitiful, "I really want to come in and see you, but Qiann Yan won't let me. I understand it's my fault, not hers."
