After daybreak.
Seventh Master called Xiao Qing's husband after all and asked him to come to the hospital.
But we also respected Xiao Qing's wishes and didn't tell her husband that she only had a month to live.
Her husband arrived soon afterward. He was a very plain, honest man, with dark skin and an earnest face, and he looked a little simple.
Her husband's name was Zhang Bin. He wasn't much of a talker and just kept smiling at us, but he seemed like a very kind person too.
To be honest, Xiao Qing was quite pretty. In a village, she would probably have been the village beauty, and she was only a year older than me.
But Zhang Bin looked to be in his thirties.
Yet despite the considerable gap between them, both their eyes held love for the other.
Perhaps that was love. True love.
When Zhang Bin arrived at the hospital, he didn't even know the procedures for paying the bills and picking up medication. But we had already paid before he came. After learning about Xiao Qing's family circumstances, Song Xiaotian had paid an extra five thousand. If any was left when she was discharged, the hospital would refund it.
But I figured Xiao Qing's condition would cost quite a bit to treat, so there probably wouldn't be much of a refund.
Song Xiaotian took Zhang Bin to pick up her medication, while Seventh Master and I stayed in the ward to talk Xiao Qing around.
"With your health like this, don't take any more jobs."
Seventh Master said, "I know a Taoist physician. I'll go get some medicine this afternoon. With your Fate Pattern the way it is, curing you is impossible, but every extra day you can live is worth having. Spend some