Qu Chaozong helped the old man urinate, then cleaned the urinal and tucked it back under the bed.
He rushed around, and the old man's eyes followed him everywhere.
Qu Chaozong softly finished his chores and sat back by the bed. The old man asked, "Young man, do you have a phone? Could I borrow it to call home?"
Qu Chaozong took out his phone and asked, "Who would you like to call? I can dial for you."
The old man said, "Just call my driver. The number is 15..."
When the call connected, Qu Chaozong told the person on the other end, "Hello, please hold on."
Qu Chaozong put the phone to the old man's ear, and the old man spoke into the receiver, "Hey, Xiao Wang."
The room was extremely quiet; Qu Chaozong, who usually made business calls, had his phone's volume maxed out, so he could hear everything clearly.
Xiao Wang's voice was noticeably agitated: "Oh my, old man, where have you gone? We were worried sick!"
