Soon, the sound of water stopped.
Ji Liangchen casually grabbed two tissues to dry his hands, then took out his phone to book a ticket to the United States and clumsily maneuvered the wheelchair back to the living room.
In just three to five minutes, there was an unexpected guest in the living room.
"Eureka."
Calling out the other's name indifferently, Ji Liangchen looked at the man's tall back and then down at his own unresponsive legs, suspecting the visitor came expressly to mock him.
Despite having undergone some treatment, the aftereffects of brain injury were far more severe than he had imagined; he still had no feeling from the waist down, and the doctors' treatment plan was merely rest.
Even so, he did not regret stepping forward that night.
Therefore, if Eureka really came to ridicule him, he could only leave disappointed.
"...Ji Liangchen."
