Mo Shiqian still didn't speak, yet when she pulled him to walk again, he was willing to follow her.
Chi Huan led him back to the hospital, seeking the attending doctor who had treated his injuries from the prison to examine him.
The office.
Mo Shiqian sat in the chair, Chi Huan standing by his side.
The doctor sat on the other side of the desk, "Mr. Mo, could you please lift your hand."
The man didn't lift his hand, and he even seemed to ignore the request, giving no response whatsoever.
With a somewhat embarrassed repetition, the doctor said, "Mr. Mo, please place your injured hand on the table."
He still didn't move.
The doctor looked at him and then helplessly turned to Chi Huan for assistance.
Chi Huan looked down at his profile and, without saying much, directly supported the man's hand with both of hers, gently and carefully placing it on the desk, then she looked down again and meticulously rolled up his sleeve, cuff by cuff, folding it neatly.
