I watched as Zhuang Yuan's car grew farther and farther away, I let out a slight sigh.
It seemed like it was going to take a bit of an effort to pry his mouth open.
I limped into the hospital, got some X-rays done, and the doctor told me it was just a ligament sprain, that I would recover after some rest.
Then he had me fill a prescription according to the medicine he prescribed; I obediently paid and got the medicine, looking at my injured ankle and feeling like it was going to be a hassle.
I couldn't possibly spend all my time in a wheelchair on the construction site, appearing in such a state would most likely stir up more gossip among the workers.
I was pondering this when a woman's soft voice came from not far away, "Mr. Cheng, please pay over here."
Hearing the word "Mr. Cheng," I looked up reflexively, those words were on my lips every day, making me somewhat sensitive to them.
But amidst the crowd of people paying, I couldn't see the familiar figure.
