Two days later, Brother Qi was moved out of the ICU and into a regular ward. My parents and I went to visit him.
This was the first time I had seen him awake since his return.
He looked every bit the typical critically ill patient—pale and gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes and colorless lips. His hands and arms, exposed outside the quilt, were riddled with gunshot wounds, and both his arms and fingers were braced in splints.
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