In the hospital room, all of Xia Qiuming's relatives had left; he had even coaxed his own mother into leaving.
All his gossipy aunts and female relatives, trying to curry favor, had bought him tons of nutritional supplements and fruit. Xia Qiuming looked at the mountain of gifts piled on the table by his bed.
He looked at Gu Jiaojiao and joked, "Master, if you want any fruit, you'll have to wash it yourself. I'm afraid I'm in no condition to serve you."
"You two are the patients. I said I'd take care of you tonight. So, tell me, what fruit do you want? I'll wash it and make some juice for you."
As she spoke, Gu Jiaojiao picked out some grapes and mangoes—her favorites—and went to wash them.
After washing a large plate of grapes and a few mangoes, she skillfully pulled a juicer out of her backpack.
"Watch closely. It's time to witness a miracle," Gu Jiaojiao said, holding up the juicer and waving it in front of the two patients.
