Walking to the entrance of the Institute, she saw a black Hongqi car parked by the roadside. That was the car her father drove, the one Yang Ping usually sat in. She paused for a moment, thinking of walking away, when the car door opened and Yang Ping stepped out.
"Sisi?" He saw her, "What are you doing here?"
She said, "Passing by, just having a look."
Yang Ping smiled and said, "Perfect timing, I'm going to visit a little patient in the ward, would you like to come with me?"
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Okay!"
Following Yang Ping into the ward building, her emotions were somewhat complicated.
She was very familiar with this place. Those corridors, those wards, those doctors and nurses coming and going, all were exactly as she remembered. The smell of disinfectant in the air, the occasional cries from the corridor, the busy figures at the nurse's station, and that indescribable mix of hope and despair—she was familiar with every bit of it.
