After observing for a full hour and confirming that Mr. Qi was all right, I heaved a sigh of relief. It was almost lunch time, so Mrs. Qi ordered some food for everyone.

While eating, the red-haired girl asked me, “Doesn’t Mr. Qi need to eat something too?”

Thanks to her reminder, I realized I hadn’t paid attention to Old Qi’s meals. I turned to Mrs. Qi and asked, “Has your husband eaten anything?”

Mrs. Qi shook her head. “No, he hasn’t. He’s been unconscious ever since I came home. Let alone eating, he hasn’t even taken a sip of water.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why didn't you tell me this earlier? It’s okay for a man to go without eating for a day, but it’s not okay if he doesn’t drink any water. Aren’t you worried that he might die of dehydration?”

Mrs. Qi patted her head. “My bad. Why didn’t I think about it earlier? I’m going to give him food and water.”

“It won’t work,” I said. “He’s unconscious now, and even if you wake him up, he won’t have the mood to eat.”

Mrs. Qi was flustered. “What should I do ...