"The weather's been very cold lately, temperatures are low, keep yourself warm and don't catch a cold," the doctor said.
"How should I take care of myself?"
"Cut out all your bad habits—no smoking or drinking. Go to bed by eleven every night. If conditions allow, you can exercise and improve your nutrition."
Sylvan Cheney listened and felt it would be very hard; his brows furrowed.
The doctor was only following procedure. Once he felt Sylvan's body had recovered, he would have to report back to the police station and send him back there.
After the doctor left, Sylvan glanced out the window. Outside it was already pitch-black, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, utterly silent.
Then someone brought in a meal. To his surprise, the food was pretty good—several Chinese dishes.
Before he could start eating, a middle-aged man walked in accompanied by a police officer.
"Hello, Mr. Cheney, my surname is Qin, I'm a lawyer." The middle-aged man held out his hand.
