Chapter 591 Uncomfortable

By the time Jiang Feng squeezed into the ward with the quilt in his arms, there was nobody left outside, and Zhang Weiyu and the others had vanished, probably back at work. The ward was still crowded, and the relatives of the patient in the next bed were still sneaking glances at the Jiang family members with a mix of fear, suspicion, and curiosity, but things had calmed down somewhat since he left.

Jiang Weiming was now resting on the firm pillow brought by Jiang Weisheng, his face covered by a breathing mask preventing him from talking. Seeing Jiang Feng, he offered a typical Jiang Weiming-style smile.

A weak smile.

Weak though it was, at least he was awake, which gave him more life than when he had been lying on the bed before.