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Yang Qianfan finally found Zhu Hui's home on the second floor, but he hesitated to knock on the door. He was afraid of being chased away by Zhu Hui and felt too embarrassed to enter. So he stood at the door, wavering for a while, when he suddenly noticed a striking cactus on her windowsill. Curiosity got the better of him, and he moved closer to take a look. As he reached the windowsill, he was startled and instinctively crouched down, covering his head. Through the window, he saw Zhu Hui lying in her room, seemingly unaware of his presence.
After a moment of silence in the room, Yang Qianfan confirmed that Zhu Hui had not seen him. He cautiously straightened up and peeked inside. Zhu Hui lay drowsily on her bed, looking pitiful with her eyes closed, drenched in sweat. Her mouth moved like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Yang Qianfan felt like a dog peering through the window, and seeing her in such distress made his heart ache even more. At that moment, the window creaked open slightly. Seeing an opportunity, he decided to sneak inside for a closer look.
He glanced around like a thief to ensure no one was watching before executing a swift somersault into Zhu Hui's room. Approaching her bedside, he saw her writhing in pain and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over him. Just then, Zhu Hui suddenly broke into a fit of coughing. Yang Qianfan panicked, thinking she had woken up. He jumped up and frantically scanned the room for a place to hide, but it was too small; there was nowhere to conceal himself. In desperation, he finally settled on hiding under Zhu Hui's bed. Just as he was about to crawl underneath, he noticed that she hadn’t actually woken up; she was just delirious, mumbling incoherently and calling out for water.
Seeing her so weak made Yang Qianfan's heart sink further. He reached out to touch her forehead and realized she was burning with fever—she truly resembled a boiled crab. Just as he found a cup and prepared to feed her some water, the sound of the door lock echoed through the room. Yang Qianfan's ears perked up; someone was coming back. Terrified, he dropped the cup and hurriedly jumped out of the window.
As soon as he landed outside, an elderly yet booming voice resonated from within. He crouched outside and peered inside to see a tall old woman resembling a doorframe entering with a basket of vegetables. This was Zhu Hui's grandmother. Zhu Grandma took out a bottle of cough syrup from the basket and poured some into a cup before walking over to Zhu Hui's side. She forcefully pulled her up from the bed and opened the syrup bottle, pouring it into her mouth. The moment Zhu Hui caught a whiff of it, she gagged and vomited all over the floor.
Zhu Grandma was furious at this sight; she frowned deeply and struck Zhu Hui on the forehead, scolding her harshly: "You worthless girl! You can't earn a penny but waste everything! Do you know this bottle of medicine cost me over five bucks?"
Watching from outside, Yang Qianfan felt an overwhelming surge of sympathy for Zhu Hui as he witnessed how miserly this old woman was towards her own granddaughter. He cursed the old woman in his mind for being so cruel and wished that no one would attend her funeral when she passed away. But then he realized that wishing for such things meant cursing Zhu Hui as well—he quickly spat out those thoughts as if trying to cleanse himself of them.
How could five bucks worth of medicine cure Zhu Hui’s illness? After pondering for a moment and feeling guilty about it, Yang Qianfan ran to "Yang Kang Pharmacy," not far from Zhu Hui's home, where he bought an assortment of expensive yet effective cold medicine. He secretly placed them on Zhu Hui’s windowsill before leaving with a lighter heart.
After exiting Zhu Hui’s house, Yang Qianfan felt somewhat relieved; at least now he knew she was still alive. As he walked home under the dimming light of dusk, the moon shyly revealed only half its face while stars began to twinkle into view from behind thin veils of clouds in the sky. He gazed at the starry night and silently prayed for Zhu Hui’s swift recovery, hoping that by tomorrow he would see her sweet and radiant smile once again.
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