Ethan Ning has been in good health since childhood and seldom goes to the hospital, so his family has never worried about him.
The most profound memory in his childhood was the death of his father. Now, when he stepped into the hospital again and found the inpatient department, he was greeted by the smell of disinfectant that filled his nose and the entire ward. No matter how many flowers he placed, they could not cover up that smell.
He pushed open the door and ran into his aunt who was taking out the trash. He didn't shout, his eyes were fixed on his mother lying on the hospital bed.
"Oh, Ethan Ning is here," said the aunt, whose long-untended golden brown curly hair made her look haggard. She was holding a peeled grape between her fingers and was about to stuff it into Ethan Ning's mouth when she saw him. "Come in first, your mother is asleep."
Ethan Ning couldn't dodge, and a wet grape was stuffed into the corner of his mouth. It tasted sour, sweet and astringent, and it got stuck there, and he couldn't swallow it.
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