Gao Ming wanted to enter Situ An's home, but he had no idea where to start. The two doctors clung to each other like a pair of star-crossed lovers, seemingly prepared to have their souls annihilated together.
Frowning, Gao Ming felt that they had misunderstood him. He wanted Big Dog to translate, but Big Dog huddled in the shadows, afraid to come closer for fear that Gao Ming would kick him straight into the Execution House.
Big Dog drew a very clear distinction in his mind. He had saved Gao Ming because he knew what kind of person Gao Ming was, and he refused to approach him because Gao Ming had done far too many outrageous things.
"Forget it. I won't force you." Gao Ming took Xuan Wen's black-and-white wedding photograph from the pocket closest to his body. The shadow-covered photograph had changed considerably from its original appearance. Gao Ming appeared in color in the posthumous photograph, and Xuan Wen's outer clothing had gained color too. Only her skin remained deathly pale, unlike that of a living person.
Showing the posthumous photograph to the two doctors, Gao Ming pointed at the child in their photograph, then at Xuan Wen in his wedding photograph. "That child is your family. She's my family. Have you seen her in the hospital?"
After repeated explanations, the female doctor finally understood what Gao Ming meant. She showed him the wound on her arm that would not heal, then tossed a bottle of medicine out from inside her clothes.
"Medicine prescribed by Gastroenterology?"
The bottle was empty. Someone had already used the medicine inside.
Gao Ming picked up the bottle and shifted his gaze to the female doctor's arm. The power of faith lingered in that long, narrow wound.
"Did Xuan Wen do this? Did she