Old Liu squinted, straining to see, and suddenly smiled.
"Wen Kang? What're you doing here, kid?"
He had once again mistaken Fei Jin for a young Father Song.
Fei Jin paused. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pushed it down.
"I've come to see you, Uncle Liu."
He pulled the door curtain shut and spoke softly.
"It's getting late, and the wind is cold. You should rest."
Old Liu's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He struggled for a bit, his head lolled to the side, and soon he was snoring.
Fei Jin tucked him in, then stood up and quietly left the room with Song Qingya.
He stopped and turned to look back toward the room, his brow slightly furrowed.
"That hospital… if you run into any troublemakers, don't waste your breath on them."
Song Qingya understood what he meant.
The office politics at the hospital were complicated. Song Chenglu wasn't the only thorn in her side.
When Dean Yuan was around, he could keep things under control with his prestige.
