Outside, snowflakes were swirling about.
The weather in Beijing was getting colder by the day.
The dark War God Vehicle sped through Beijing City like an arrow, cutting through the profusion of snowflakes in the sky, heading for the Maternal and Child Health Hospital.
His wife was there waiting for him, and so was his son.
His son had been born ten days ago, and due to being premature and underweight, his health wasn't very good. He had therefore been kept in an incubator in a warm room, with parents not allowed to visit. But today was the day the doctors had granted permission for a visit, and he was eager to get there.
The more anxious he was, the less cooperative the roads seemed. In these days of rapid social advancement, the roads were truly getting more congested.
He frowned, growing impatient, longing for the people in the hospital.
He missed his woman and his child.