Jingzhou in May was already getting a bit hot. Old Tang was changing clothes in his office—he was heading to the hospital again. At this point, he had to go basically every month.
One reason was for check-ups, and the other was to buy medication. Late-stage cancer, after all—you had to use the prescribed drugs, even if just to make a token effort.
Switching into a casual outfit, Old Tang left Tengda and hailed a cab straight to Handong Province's First Hospital.
But he didn't know that, right after he left, Wang Qingqing was heading into Old Wang's office.
"Second Uncle, what's up? You called me over when I'm swamped," Wang Qingqing said with a frown.
Old Wang glared at her. "Swamped with what? Old Tang's already gone, so what could you possibly be busy with? I call for you just to talk about something, and that's too much to ask?"
