"I'll go get Dad for dinner!" Zhang Han dodged Wei's gaze and hurried back into the room.
She happened to run into Director Zhang preparing to leave. Seeing his daughter's flustered appearance and the lunchbox in her hand, he asked curiously, "What are you doing with that lunchbox?"
Zhang Han raised the lunchbox, "This is the meal Dr. Bai sent for mom. I've taken it out."
She fetched dishes and bowls from home. There were plenty of dumplings, enough to fill a plate, and a few side dishes, not many, but there was a bit of everything. Zhang Han's heart warmed. Over the years, while her mother lay bedridden, hardly anyone had cared for her.
Apart from the two of them, father and daughter, others would at most ask out of courtesy, but who would really pay attention to someone bedridden and housebound year-round?
Her own mother had vanished from everyone's sight for many years. To receive such care was rare; at least Zhang Han believed Dr. Bai was a good, kind person.