Meng Xinian exhaled a sigh of turbid air and said, "Actually, Old Yang can't eat or drink anything. I didn't know it before, but when he came to the camp this time, I found out that he had contracted such a strange illness, and it's already too severe. To avoid worrying or upsetting his wife and Officer Yang, he lied to them, saying he could still drink rice soup and eat fruit, but in fact, he can't eat or drink at all."
Chiang Xiao exclaimed, "How can this be okay?"
"It's not," Meng Xinian said, "So, Old Yang himself said that his time might be up in these few days. He is sustaining himself with glucose injections. If it weren't for the fact that he was afraid of troubling his daughter-in-law at home in these last days, scaring her, he wouldn't have come to live here."
It's precisely because of this that he went to steal that tomato.
Because Old Yang really wanted to taste a tomato, but if he ate it, he would certainly vomit badly.
