Two days later.
The calendar turned to January 1st. The new year had arrived.
Early in the morning, amid a crackling barrage of firecrackers, Dong Xuebin was awakened by a string of several hundred blasts. He climbed out from under the covers and rubbed his eyes, then glanced helplessly at the window. With the occasional double-bang firecracker still going off outside, there was no way he could get back to sleep. He had no choice but to get up, get dressed, brush his teeth, and wash up. Fortunately, it was only New Year's Day, so there were not too many people setting off fireworks. If it were Spring Festival, he probably would not get a single peaceful night's sleep for days after New Year's Eve.
After breakfast, Dong Xuebin rubbed his temples and rested on the sofa for a while.
These past two days, he had been rushing around attending dinner engagements, drinking at countless banquets large and small. He felt as if his blood was full of alcohol, and he felt miserable. During that time, Dong Xuebin had also bought cigarettes and liquor and delivered them to Duan Zheng'an, Cao Xupeng, Xiong Zhiyong, and the others, thanking everyone he needed to thank. At last, he had settled everything at once. With no debts hanging over him, he could finally calm down and deal with other matters.
Time to go to the hospital.
Dong Xuebin drove to the County People's Hospital.
With the new year here, there were fewer patients than usual, and many inpatients had completed their discharge procedures.
In a fourth-floor ward, Yu Meixia did not seem to be in high spirits. Her fingers rested against the edge of the bandage on her face as she quietly stared at the clouds and blue sky beyond the window, lost