Da Liu was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, not saying a word.
He had been awake for three days. He was diagnosed with an extra - Durava hemorrhaging. He had undergone surgery in the emergency department and was recovering well after the surgery.
However, he was unwilling to speak. He was too lazy to even say a word.
The short and chubby boss, who looked like a big - headed son, took care of him for a few days. Seeing that he was getting better, he hired a nurse to accompany Da Liu and went back to the restaurant to work.
In Da Liu's eyes, the entire world had long become pale and colorless.
The world of flowers was colorful to others, but to him, it was pale beyond comparison.
Life was so helpless.
Big Liu didn't have any artistic ideas. He just couldn't understand why. He had always believed that the world was reasonable, but anything that happened to him had no reason to speak of.
