Guiying was sitting on a bench outside the consultation room scrolling through his phone when the door opened and Liuxian walked out, prescription in hand, looking as composed as he always did except for the slight tightness around his mouth that suggested Doctor Gu had said several things he had not enjoyed hearing.
Doctor Gu appeared in the doorway behind him.
"Three meals," he said, looking at Guiying. "Make sure he eats them."
"I heard you the first time, Brother Yanchen," Liuxian said, without turning around.
"I know," Doctor Gu said pleasantly. "I was telling him."
Guiying looked at Doctor Gu, then at Liuxian, and made a mental note.
The mall was ten minutes from the hospital and was, predictably, also Liuxian's.
Guiying had stopped being surprised by this approximately two minutes ago and had simply accepted it as a feature of his current life. Liuxian owned things. Many things. The mall, several of the brands inside it, probably the parking structure.
