A hospital was set up in Jiang City.

A pale-faced young man was lying on the bed.

The young man's eyes were closed, he was tall, and his facial features were straight. However, his messy hair gave off a greasy smell, and his sunken eyes clearly showed that he was in a poor mental state. His dull skin seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and dry lips. Just looking at his face made people feel as if the originally vibrant land had become an endless desert.

There were a total of four beds in the ward. Compared with the happy old man, the young man's bed looked particularly cold.

Time passed very quickly. No one came to see him for three consecutive hours. It was almost noon and no one came to deliver food to him.

"You're so sick! I sent you lunch at noon again. I shouldn't have married you. My skin was so good in those days, but now..." Seeing that the patient on the other bed was about to finish his lunch, a young woman came late. Her pink face had a pair of attractive eyes, but there was anger and resentment in her eyes at the moment.

The young woman swung her seductive little butt and glanced into the ward. After locking onto the young man lying on the bed by the window, she walked over angrily.

The young woman touched her fringe and threw the box to the young man's cover. Then she sprinkled the sticky soup on the white cover. The butter and the residue of the food shone on the white cover. It looked disgusting.

His attitude toward the patient was extremely stubborn. When the other patient's family members in the ward saw the woman's behavior, they all pointed at her with hatred.

These days, they were not afraid of offending people, but afraid of being discussed. The young woman felt embarrassed when she heard the voice. When she saw the butter-like idea on the young man's shop, she seemed to feel that she had done something wrong. The young woman's tone was soft, but her face was still full of anger. "You are a fucking sick man. When you wake up, we will get a divorce immediately!"