Tsaehorng stopped in his tracks. He turned and approached Shinnshiow. "The car park is behind this building, Uncle. So the car will turn around and pick you up at the front door."
"Why don't we go to the parking lot together?" Shinnshiow asked.
"I'm afraid Uncle will get tired."
"That's bullshit. I'm just sitting in a wheelchair."
"But we have to return the wheelchair. So it's better to leave the wheelchair at the front door than in the car park. This isn't a supermarket where we can take the shopping cart all the way to the car park and leave it there," said Iren.
"Whose wheelchair is this?" Yihshyong asked.
"This is my wheelchair, Uncle. This afternoon I asked the driver to bring this wheelchair from home."
"Then we don't need to go to the front door," said Yihshyong.
Without delay, the four of them then walked to the car park. The parking lot was so large that it took them about ten minutes before they reached the car.
"Good evening, Sir." Tsaehorng's driver greeted them with a bright face.
"Good evening," Tsaehorng replied. "Now we are heading to Pyngyuan to escort these gentlemen home."
"Yes, Sir!" The driver then opened the trunk of the car. Shinnshiow then stood up. Tsaehorng folded the wheelchair. The driver then approached them.
"Oh! Isn't that…!" Tsaehorng's driver pointed at a car speeding out of the parking lot.
Tsaehorng turned his head and stared at the car his driver was pointing at. His forehead creased.
"What is it?" Iren, who was ready to lead Shinnshiow into the car, stopped his steps.
"That's like the car I took this afternoon when I left here," said Tsaehorng.
"Where should the car be?" asked Iren.
"After dropping me off at the painting exhibition, the car took Uncle Dongfang home. I ordered the driver to stand guard there. So, if there is an emergency, then Uncle Dongfang or others can use the car."
"It does look a lot like your car," Yihshyong said. "But we can't see very close. So we can't be sure it's the same car."
"Did you see the license plate on that car?" Tsaehorng asked the driver.
"No, Sir! It's too far. But I'm sure it's your car."
"If that's true, it means that there are occupants of the house who used the car to come here. We didn't meet them. So it's possible that they visited Dahge," said Yihshyong.
"Didn't the doctor say before we went down to the lobby that Dahge was sleeping so we shouldn't have to say goodbye?" asked Iren.
"Maybe it's true that Dahge is resting. It could be that the person has visited him since earlier. He left Dahge's room after Dahge slept," said Yihshyong.
"We'll just ask, Sir, when we get there." The driver made a suggestion. He took the wheelchair that had been folded and then put it in the trunk.
Tsaehorng nodded. "Or, later Uncle Shimen can ask Uncle Duanmuh about this when he wakes up."
Yihshyong nodded. It seemed he also wanted to know more about this. "Soon after this, I'm going to Dahge's room."
Tsaehorng opened the left front door of the car. "Uncle Nangong, Uncle Beeihae, come on in right away."
Iren continued his steps that had stopped before. He carefully guided Shinnshiow into the car. Once inside, Shinnshiow and Iren waved at Yihshyong.
Yihshyong nodded. He returned the wave of Iren and Shinnshiow's hand. After the car started moving, Yihshyong was still standing there. From the rear window, Shinnshiow saw Yihshyong until their car pulled out of the parking lot and Yihshyong disappeared from his sight.
Tsaehorng stopped in his tracks. He turned and approached Shinnshiow. "The car park is behind this building, Uncle. So the car will turn around and pick you up at the front door."
"Why don't we go to the parking lot together?" Shinnshiow asked.
"I'm afraid Uncle will get tired."
"That's bullshit. I'm just sitting in a wheelchair."
"But we have to return the wheelchair. So it's better to leave the wheelchair at the front door than in the car park. This isn't a supermarket where we can take the shopping cart all the way to the car park and leave it there," said Iren.
"Whose wheelchair is this?" Yihshyong asked.
"This is my wheelchair, Uncle. This afternoon I asked the driver to bring this wheelchair from home."
"Then we don't need to go to the front door," said Yihshyong.
Without delay, the four of them then walked to the car park. The parking lot was so large that it took them about ten minutes before they reached the car.
"Good evening, Sir." Tsaehorng's driver greeted them with a bright face.
"Good evening," Tsaehorng replied. "Now we are heading to Pyngyuan to escort these gentlemen home."
"Yes, Sir!" The driver then opened the trunk of the car. Shinnshiow then stood up. Tsaehorng folded the wheelchair. The driver then approached them.
"Oh! Isn't that…!" Tsaehorng's driver pointed at a car speeding out of the parking lot.
Tsaehorng turned his head and stared at the car his driver was pointing at. His forehead creased.
"What is it?" Iren, who was ready to lead Shinnshiow into the car, stopped his steps.
"That's like the car I took this afternoon when I left here," said Tsaehorng.
"Where should the car be?" asked Iren.
"After dropping me off at the painting exhibition, the car took Uncle Dongfang home. I ordered the driver to stand guard there. So, if there is an emergency, then Uncle Dongfang or others can use the car."
"It does look a lot like your car," Yihshyong said. "But we can't see very close. So we can't be sure it's the same car."
"Did you see the license plate on that car?" Tsaehorng asked the driver.
"No, Sir! It's too far. But I'm sure it's your car."
"If that's true, it means that there are occupants of the house who used the car to come here. We didn't meet them. So it's possible that they visited Dahge," said Yihshyong.
"Didn't the doctor say before we went down to the lobby that Dahge was sleeping so we shouldn't have to say goodbye?" asked Iren.
"Maybe it's true that Dahge is resting. It could be that the person has visited him since earlier. He left Dahge's room after Dahge slept," said Yihshyong.
"We'll just ask, Sir, when we get there." The driver made a suggestion. He took the wheelchair that had been folded and then put it in the trunk.
Tsaehorng nodded. "Or, later Uncle Shimen can ask Uncle Duanmuh about this when he wakes up."
Yihshyong nodded. It seemed he also wanted to know more about this. "Soon after this, I'm going to Dahge's room."
Tsaehorng opened the left front door of the car. "Uncle Nangong, Uncle Beeihae, come on in right away."
Iren continued his steps that had stopped before. He carefully guided Shinnshiow into the car. Once inside, Shinnshiow and Iren waved at Yihshyong.
Yihshyong nodded. He returned the wave of Iren and Shinnshiow's hand. After the car started moving, Yihshyong was still standing there. From the rear window, Shinnshiow saw Yihshyong until their car pulled out of the parking lot and Yihshyong disappeared from his sight.
