When He Lang saw the letter, he immediately grew anxious and wanted to go back and check on him.
"What's wrong with them? Why didn't they take Dad to the hospital sooner?"
Xue Yue held him back. "The letter just didn't mention it. Maybe they've already been to the hospital. Didn't Big Brother say he's planning to bring Dad to a hospital in Beijing City? You should send him a telegram first and ask when they're coming. Then we can take Dad for a thorough check-up."
He Lang finally calmed down. He sat down, hunched over, with his hands clasped together.
Xue Yue placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"There, there. I'm sure it'll be fine."
He Lang went to send a telegram that very day. He Nan had already taken time off from work, and after receiving the telegram, he replied to He Lang with their departure time.
When He Nan got home, he saw his father lying on the kang, still smoking his long-stemmed pipe. He snatched it away.
