Bab 72: Withering, Dying

"Alright, Mr. Si. It's very nice to meet you." The nurses were done doing the daily tests and Doctor Heng smiled politely. "Then, I will excuse myself first. Rest well, Mr. Jiang."

Si Zhening nodded in acknowledgement while Jiang Jinyan didn't react. His soul flew out to nowhere as he looked out of the window blankly.

When the two of them were left in the room, Si Zhening tried hard to find a topic to talk with him. "Young Master Jiang, don't worry. Doctor Heng is the best doctor there is for the artificial limbs department. With him, you can return to your life smoothly soon."

Jiang Jinyan snorted bitterly. "No matter how good of a doctor he is, I still can't return to being an athlete, can I?"

"Young Master Jiang…" Si Zhening said helplessly. He pushed up his gold rimmed glasses and readjusted the position of the vase on the nightstand so that the distance between each side would be precise. "Don't worry, you are still young. You will find many things to do in the future."