Qin Shaonan didn't make a sound, sitting there with cold eyes.
Shen Mubai didn't say much either, glanced at Qin Shaonan, put on his glasses, lowered his head, and looked at the ashtray on the coffee table, which held the stubs of more than a pack of cigarettes.
Qin Shaonan extinguished the cigarette in his hand, crushing it into the pile of butts.
Shen Mubai asked, "Do you need another IV tomorrow?"
Qin Shaonan looked up at Shen Mubai, "Doesn't someone who just had surgery for a bleeding stomach need an IV?"
Shen Mubai said nothing and left the room in his white coat.
Qin Shaonan stood up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, returned to the ward, and lay down on the hospital bed, feeling tired, he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
...
The next day, when Qiao Qiao woke up, Qin Shaonan was still fast asleep.
She got out of bed and looked; the quilt was in one layer, and nothing was covering him.
