In the bathroom.
Qin Siyang sat on a wooden stool, bathing Li Pengfei.
The shower's temperature was extremely difficult to control.
A little too far to the right, and the water was bone-chilling; a little too far to the left, and it was hot as lava.
Finding the right spot between hot and cold was next to impossible.
Qin Siyang worried that before the delicate-skinned Li Pengfei could get the temperature right, he would have to be carried off with frostbite and burns to see Chen Fenghe, who was working overtime at the hospital.
He had no choice but to bathe Li Pengfei like a nanny.
Only at times like this did Qin Siyang remember that Li Pengfei was a child of six or seven.
"Lift your arm. Let me wash your armpit."
"Brother Qin, why are you so nice to me?"
Qin Siyang scrubbed him as he replied irritably, "It's entirely for your dad's sake. Otherwise, I wouldn't care who you were."
Li Pengfei's eyes dimmed slightly. "I haven't seen my dad in a long time. He's probably dead, isn't he?"
"Pretty much. He's one of the living dead. Lift your other arm."
"Brother Qin, you and Uncle Li are both so nice to me. Are you my dad's closest friends?"
Qin Siyang looked annoyed. "Probably about as close as Chen and Zhang, or Xiao and Zhu, before they fell out. Wash your butt crack and your little guy yourself."
"Oh... will your relationship get worse someday too?"
"Who knows? Anyway, half the time I want to stab him with a halberd. Here's your towel. Dry yourself off. Your Bathrobe is hanging by the door, and the smaller toothbrush and cup by the sink are yours. Don't mix them up."
"Okay."
After finishing his own washing, Qin Siyang went