She recalled last month when Old Man Zhang, who lived next door, came down with acute gastroenteritis. His son had to pull him to the Health Clinic on a wooden cart, but halfway there, the rain began to pour, and by the time they arrived, Old Man Zhang was burning with fever and delirious.
"You're telling me," she said, wiping the corner of her eye. "Last winter, during the heavy snow, Auntie Li’s young grandson broke out in a rash. She walked for two hours through the wind and snow, and by the time she got back, she had fallen ill herself..."
As Wang Jianguo turned, the hem of his army overcoat brushed against a soy sauce bottle on the corner of the table. He squatted down, bringing himself level with the seated Yang Xiaohua, his gaze intense.
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