The past three months of hard work and good fortune have changed his fate, allowing him to stand again.
In his heart, he silently wished that the driver could also soon emerge from the troughs of life.
After returning to the clinic, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
He no longer needed to sleep in that small, stuffy attic.
Now there were so many rooms, any one of them could be a spacious bedroom.
...
When he woke the next day, it was already past eight forty in the morning.
At the door, there were buns and soy milk, packed in a plastic bag, placed on the window sill.
His phone had received a few short messages.
The buns and soy milk were bought by Tang Ping for him. She knew that sometimes Li Jingsheng was so busy he had no time to buy breakfast, so she brought him some.
That she didn't call to wake him up despite it being so late showed her consideration for his hard work, deliberately letting him sleep a little longer.
