Jiang Feng, carrying a fruit basket, followed Zhang Guanghang into the inpatient department.
The fruit basket he had just bought from a small shop outside the hospital cost 268 yuan, while the flower basket was 288 yuan. Flower baskets are for looking only, wilting after a couple of days, but fruit baskets can be both admired and eaten; they can be finished in a day.
Considering Xia Mushi was a pure and unpretentious realist who loved money for its own sake, Jiang Feng weighed his options for a dozen seconds and chose the fruit basket that appeared heaviest.
The two sirs just watched on the side—in their view, buying these things was pointless. It was far more practical to go to the market and buy a couple jin of fish maw and big prawns.
Xia Mushi's hospital room was on the 19th floor. Zhang Guanghang had been running to the hospital every day these past few days and was now very familiar with its layout. He adeptly led Jiang Feng and two others to the elevator and waited.