As she neared the hospital, Song Ning bought some fruit, Malted Milk, and other gifts for the patients, filling two net bags.
A Qing had a padded jacket draped over him. Half his shoulder was wrapped in gauze, and he was on an IV drip.
When he saw Song Ning come in, he hurriedly tried to sit up.
"Boss Song! What brings you here?"
Song Ning quickly stopped him. "You're still injured. Don't move around!"
"Ah! It's really just a scrape! Back when we were in the gang, we treated much worse injuries ourselves! Boss Huang insisted I stay here for a couple of days!"
"Serious or not, the sooner you get treated, the sooner you recover! That can't be a bad thing!"
A Qing smiled. "That's what I figured too! This is my first trip away with Boss Huang. If I get better sooner, I can help him out!"
A Qing then asked how Song Ning had been doing over the past few days, and she told him what she could.
When he noticed the gauze wrapped around her hand, he asked about her injury too...
Song Ning raised her hand. "Same as you. It's really just a scrape!"
They both laughed.
Only then did Song Ning ask, "Oh, right! When I asked about A Zhong earlier, you didn't get a chance to tell me! Is he doing all right?"
A Qing smiled. "Right! I didn't get a chance that day! Even if you hadn't asked today, I was going to tell you. A Zhong is with Brother Yang now!"
"Brother Yang?" Song Ning was surprised. "You mean... Yu Zhengyang?"
"That's him! The Brother Yang who was with you! Once, A Zhong and I went to Shen City on business and were chased by Boss Luo's rivals. We fled