A day passed in the blink of an eye.
That night, quite a few people tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of Xia Liang.
Ye Chaohua, the neurosurgeon who had performed the surgery with Lin Yaoyang, kept replaying Lin Yaoyang's words in his mind. I have to make my son visit Xia Liang tomorrow, he thought, resolute.
Sun Guoming and Liu Yu were also preoccupied, thinking about Xia Liang's accurate prediction from earlier that day. The weather, a thing so unpredictable that even meteorologists get it wrong, was like an open book to him, a test with the answers already provided, free for him to peruse at will, they mused. The two of them even began to wonder if it was Xia Liang's words that had caused the sudden change in weather. This is no longer fortune-telling; it's as if his very words are law!
