Lu Jiang's nose nearly bumped into the closed door and noticed the little nurses in the corridor snickering. He coughed lightly twice, glared back with a stern face, and the little nurses skedaddled, allowing him to leisurely exit the hospital and walk toward home.
The chilly air brushed against his face, so cold it almost made him want to sniffle.
The orderly following him kept sniffing, and was startled when Lu Jiang abruptly stopped and turned around, "Comrade Lu, is there something you need?" Otherwise, why stop?
This orderly, Wang Qiao, was very young, only twenty years old. His looks were ordinary, but his eyes were sharp like electricity, making him an elite in the guard regiment.
Lu Jiang asked, "Are you catching a cold?"
"No, I just think it's a bit cold outside, freezing, feels colder than the day it snowed." Wang Qiao replied honestly, and if blowing his nose wasn't so improper, he would've done it already.
