The next morning Zhang Wei woke up, and before he could realize where he was or what was going on, someone called him.
Uncle, you are finally awake," said Ming Rusheng, who sat in the chair beside the patient's bed and sensed the movement.
With his eyesight, a bit blurry, Zhang Wei looked at Ming Rusheng, "W-Where am I?"
"Inside your grave. You silly, old man. Why did you do it?" Ming Rusheng couldn't control himself as he felt emotional.
It was the first time that Ming Rusheng faced being scared to lose someone dear to him and hated it.
Zhang Wei looked around the room and realized he was in the hospital. "Who brought me here?"
"Who else can be? I was the one who got the shock of his life," Ming Rusheng replied.
"I am sorry, Rusheng," said Zhang Wei.
"Yes, you should be sorry for what you did. How can you…." Ming Rusheng stopped as he sighed deeply. "You are still patient, so I will go soft on you. Let me call the doctor first."
