Zhao Mei waited and waited until the others in the same ward had all finished their lunch. Even those whose families hadn't come, those who received their meals late, had eaten and were now resting, but no one had brought her food.
Zhao Mei's stomach was growling, "That damn girl, not even knowing to bring me my meal."
"I should never have had her in the first place."
She would never think it was Huang Xin's fault for not having food delivered; she could only curse at Huang Man.
The others in the ward pursed their lips without a word, understanding that a biased person, no matter what you say to them, will never think they are in the wrong.
Although it couldn't be discussed inside the ward, they had no such reservations outside and naturally brought up the topic while fetching water in the utility room.
Zhao Mei was admitted to the town hospital, the first choice for medical treatment and hospitalization among the surrounding villages.