Ni Yizhou arrived at the hospital around eleven at night. His clothes were rumpled and he looked completely worn out.
He flooded me with thanks and apologies as soon as he saw me.
“Xiao Sheng, I’m really sorry for taking up your entire evening.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” I said as I handed him a towel. “Is it raining outside? Your clothes look wet.”
“It’s just a drizzle,” he said, before giving me an apologetic look. “Have you eaten anything at all?”
I didn’t get hungry at night. I had gone downstairs and gotten myself a sandwich while the doctor had been giving Ni Yizhou’s mother a medical examination. I had barely gotten two bites into the sandwich before I had been done with it.