Recovery

As Chen Tong gazed at the pine trees downstairs, he placed his hand on his waist without realizing.

His waist did not hurt. His back did not hurt either. As for his neck… Hmm, the pain was still as strong as ever… It seemed to hurt even more now.

'Don't tell me that it's because the pillow I slept on during the surgery was shitty?'

Chen Tong fell into contemplation as he stared at the pine trees downstairs.

"Hey, Old Chen, you're up." Wang Cheng, his next-bed neighbor, greeted him while he supported his waist with his hand.

"Yeah, I am." Chen Tong did not even bother turning his neck. He continued staring at the pine trees downstairs.

The needle-shaped leaves of the pine trees were kind of clustered together, and when a person looked at them from above, it was as if the pine trees were covered with a thick layer of dust. They looked a little dirty.