When Captain Jia got home, his wife was in the kitchen stir-frying, the range hood rumbling loudly.
"You're back?" his wife asked without turning around. "Dinner's almost ready."
Captain Jia grunted in response and hung his uniform jacket on the back of the door.
Two dishes and a soup were already on the dining table. The shredded pork with green peppers was steaming, but he had no appetite at all—the mere thought of food touching his ulcer made his scalp tingle.
"Why aren't you eating?" Li Yufen asked, coming out with bowls of rice and seeing her husband staring blankly at the food.
Captain Jia pointed to his cheek. "It's gotten worse."
Li Yufen put down her bowl and chopsticks and sighed. "You've had this ulcer for almost half a year. It can't go on like this."
She suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right. Aunt Zhang from downstairs said that Doctor Li at Li's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic on Construction Road is an amazing doctor. Why don't you go see him?"
