Bab 28: The House Hunt Hustle  

"Whoa, Jiao, take a breath," Bighead urged, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the scant few strands of hair clinging to Jiao's scalp. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to help. "Look, if the house is up to snuff, we'll make it happen pronto. We won't leave you hanging. Just focus on getting your wife the medical attention she needs."

Jiao's hands flew to his face. "The doc says it's not something that can be cured overnight, and it might..." His voice trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging.

Family affairs are a minefield, and only those in the thick of it really know the score. Bighead, despite being a cop, knew this wasn't the time to play twenty questions. He glanced at Wang Zhiyuan, "Shall we take a gander at the house?"

Jiao practically leaped to his feet. "Please, have a look around. My wife was the maestro behind the decor. We've been..." He hesitated, then continued, "We never had kids, so the place is spotless."