At Qin Qiang's home.
Several months later, Qin Qiang was once again lying face down on the kang bed.
His injuries weren't serious. He didn't need an IV drip, and the wound on his back didn't even require stitches. All he had to do was apply some medicine and lie still to recover.
In the outer room of his house, two dogs lay on gunnysacks. They were wrapped in thick gauze bandages, one with a needle still stuck in its foreleg for an IV.
Inside the main room.
Tao Hehua sighed, remaining silent.
The three Tao Brothers sat around the low table on the kang, smoking hand-rolled cigarettes.
Hearing Tao Hehua's sigh, Tao Dasheng took the cigarette from his mouth. Before he could even exhale the smoke, he said to her, "Big Sis, this one's on me."
"On you? How?" Before Tao Hehua could speak, Qin Qiang, still lying on the kang, cut in. "If you're my brother-in-law, don't say things like that."
