Liu Peiqiang's voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't say much. He just walked over quickly, picked up his son with one hand, handed the plastic bag to his wife, and said gently:

"Quickly open it and see what good stuff I brought you!"

"What?"

Han Duoduo curiously opened the plastic bag, and the next second she couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Egg dumplings?! Where did you get these?"

Although she had little appetite due to chemotherapy, the golden egg dumplings still made Han Duoduo swallow hard.

"Son! Did you miss Dad? Look what delicious treats Dad brought for you and Mom!"

Liu Peiqiang bounced his son in his arms, and as if by magic, pulled out several large, white steamed buns from his pocket. Little Liu Qi had never seen them before, and reached out to grab them.

"Daddy, I want to eat—"

"There are steamed buns too? Peiqiang, where did you get all this?" Han Duoduo looked at Liu Peiqiang with some concern, but found her husband looking relaxed.

"I sold my medal to get it—"

"Really? If all else fails, I'll exchange my medal for a couple more steamed buns. My son has had diarrhea these past few days; I don't know if it's because he's been cold."

Han Duoduo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Peiqiang picked out an egg dumpling from the plastic bag and held it to her mouth, urging her:

"Here, try it and see if it tastes like it did when you were a child. I've been keeping it warm in my arms, it's still warm. I just ate out, you and your son can have it, haven't you been wanting to eat it for a while?"

There were other people in the ward. Han Duoduo's face flushed slightly, but she still took a bite from his hand and pushed the egg dumpling back to him, almost as if giving a command:

"You eat too."

She didn't believe her husband's claim that he had eaten out at all.

There were ten egg dumplings and four steamed buns in total. The family of three shared seven dumplings and two steamed buns. Han Duoduo didn't touch the rest of the food, which she wrapped up tightly and hid under her pillow.

—In the hospital, there are many things that are not easily lost, but food is easy to lose. Liu Peiqiang plans to keep the rest to supplement the nutrition of his father-in-law, Han Zi'ang.

The ward was so small that even if the family of three tried to avoid being seen, they were bound to be seen. The middle-aged man lying in the next bed was gnawing on a cockroach energy bar, and his eyes turned green after smelling the meat.

"Brother Liu, where did you get this meat? Tell me and I promise I won't tell anyone, okay? It smells so good, I haven't smelled meat in two years."

—Since food was distributed according to need, restaurants have disappeared from people's lives, and even if there are people who buy and sell food in private, they do so secretly.

Liu Peiqiang tucked his wife in without saying a word. Just then, the sound of military boots hitting the ground came from outside the ward.

The next second, several soldiers in military uniforms appeared outside the door, the leader with a cold expression:

"Hello, I am Colonel Wang Jianning from the Joint Forces at Shanghai Shelter No. 3, number 00. May I ask which one of you is Mr. Liu Peiqiang?"

The people in the ward were somewhat surprised, but since it didn't concern them, most of them reacted rather numbly.

Liu Peiqiang seemed to have anticipated this, and stood up to salute the other party:

"I am Liu Peiqiang, and I am the one who called you."