In recent years, conflicts between hospitals and patients have become increasingly prominent; before understanding the ins and outs, people would first curse at the hospital and doctors.
"Tang Wan, didn't the police get involved? Was there no result?" Tang Wan asked, as the issue had been going on for days and the police had come several times.
"It's hard to mediate."
...
After chatting for a while longer, the old man fell asleep. Tang Wan walked over to Jiang Jinsang and whispered, "Why don't you go home and sleep tonight?"
There was only one foldable small bed for the person staying with the patient, which couldn't accommodate two people. Every night, Jiang Jinsang almost always slept leaning in a chair; it really was uncomfortable for him.
"Don't you want me to stay with you?" he whispered back, his voice gentle, deep, and magnetic.
The eyelids of the old man lying in bed twitched.
"It's really not comfortable to rest here at the hospital..."
