The smile on Ms. Wang's face froze at the corners of her mouth as she held the crumpled medicine bag. The blue stamp of the local five-star hotel's infirmary on the bag was particularly glaring.
He clearly said he was on a business trip to Shanghai these past two days. Why does he have a stamp and timestamp from a local hotel infirmary? Didn't he say he was in Shanghai at that time?
"Li Gang," her voice was soft but carried a tremble like the calm before a storm, "didn't you just return from Shanghai last night? Why is this medicine from the 'Nandu Hotel' infirmary? And the date is the day before yesterday? Huh?"
"Nandu Hotel"!
All the doctors and nurses instinctively shifted their gaze from Yang Ping to the couple. Li Gang looked at the medicine bag in his wife's hand, seemingly bewildered, unsure of what was happening: "Nandu Hotel? Let me see, no way."
