C339 What are you talking about

In the morning, Ding Dahu dripped a few drops of blood on the hospital bed. Ding Facai rode on the tricycle back and forth.

Ding Dahu still had a fever. Breathing like a bellows along the way. From the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to recover in just two to three days.

Ding Facai, who was riding a bicycle back, was covered in perspiration. They saw Ling Feiyu leading Zhang Mingyue in front