Infectious

Xu Yongchang carefully put on a set of thermal underwear. He then slipped a pair of wrist protectors onto his aching wrists and adjusted his cap before settling back into the hospital bed.

Another patient in the same room pretended to read his book but was actually observing the newcomer. At this moment, he flashed a slight smile and started a conversation. "You look like you are often admitted into the hospital."

"At our age, everyone goes in and out of the hospital all the time." Xu Yongchang crossed his fingers and rested them on his belly with his back against the elevated back portion of the bed. He closed his eyes to show the other party that he intended to sleep.

The other party sized Xu Yongchang up and said, "You only look around fifty. Who frequents the hospital at the age of fifty?" He had deliberately lowered the age he reckoned Xu Yongchang was.