Opposite to the nurse station of the trauma center in the emergency department, there is a row of blue plastic seats. Liu Lintao was sitting quietly in the middle seat with a crutch.
Beside Liu Lintao, his wife was whispering something to him.
When she turned her head, the first person she saw approaching was Lu Cheng: "Director Lu."
Liu Lintao also turned his head: "Director Lu."
"Stand up slowly first, walk a bit for me to see," Lu Cheng's pace remained steady, not quickening.
Liu Lintao could support himself to stand up; his injured limb was functionally limited, but he still had the ability to stand.
"Director Lu, the wound has healed, and it's been almost two months."
"You previously suggested I go to the provincial hospital for surgery, but I still wanted you to take a look."
Smiling, Liu Lintao stood up and slowly set aside his crutch.
