"Aren't you going back?"
Zhang Sanfeng lowered his head to look at the phone in his hand. Hearing the voice, he looked up and saw Zhong Qiaohui standing at the door of his room.
"You mean me—"
"Yes, aren't you worried?" Zhong Qiaohui said, "I know you care more about your brother than I do."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at her for a moment. "Aren't you worried about her?"
Zhong Qiaohui shook her head. "I can't even manage myself right now." After saying this, she turned around and left, disappearing from the doorway.
After she left, Zhan Dapeng shuffled in and said to Zhang Sanfeng, "The last time she wanted to buy something at the pharmacy, I asked. It wasn't for gastrointestinal medicine; it was for painkillers."
"Painkillers?"
"Yes." Zhan Dapeng sought his advice. "Should we take her to the hospital to see what the doctor says? She must be really ill if she's buying painkillers."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "No need."
"Aren't you worried about her?"
