The ambulance sped down the road. It was as cold as a hearse.
Zuo Haoran was like a corpse. He remained stiff for a long time before he said with great sadness, "Uncle, I'm crippled."
The teaching director's horse-like face twitched. "It's my fault for not keeping an eye on you, but you don't have to be too sad. Current medical technology is much better than when it was on Earth. We can use monster nerve cells and the stimulation of growth hormones from foreign species to help you. Even if you're paralyzed, you can be cured. You just need some time to recover."
Zuo Haoran had a dazed look on his face. "Then I won't be able to attend the national college exam."
"Yeah. Forget about it this year. Just concentrate on healing. Then, next year or the year after next…"
The teaching director wanted to say that it would be pretty good to get into a decent postsecondary specialized college, but once he thought about it, he swallowed his words.
