In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
These days, Ling Chen had been staying in the room, lying on the bed unable to move. The fisherman would come daily at a fixed time to administer traditional remedies to treat his injuries.
So many days had passed without a word from him, and he guessed that Nanrong Wanqing and the others were probably worried sick.
With no other choice, Ling Chen sighed, knowing he shouldn't have given his cellphone to Su Mei; it would have been much better to keep it for his own use.
Lost in his thoughts, the door of the room was pushed open, and the old fisherman walked in carrying a fish basket. Seeing Ling Chen looking at him, the old man spoke, "Would you like to go outside and sit for a while?"
Ling Chen's eyes brightened, and he nodded eagerly. Having been cooped up in bed all these days, the opportunity to breathe some fresh air was more than welcome.
