「Provincial City, an old residential neighborhood.」
Xu Xianlun was sitting on a rattan chair on his balcony, performing his "daily task."
He took off his shoes and socks, his expression focused. He meticulously and tirelessly rubbed the center of his right sole with the palm of his left hand.
"Three hundred fifty-eight, three hundred fifty-nine, three hundred sixty!"
As he finished the final repetition, he let out a long sigh. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
Then he switched hands and began using his right hand to rub the center of his left sole.
This was the seventh day.
Ever since returning from the hospital that day, he had treated the young doctor's words as a sacred edict.
Every day, he would unfailingly and strictly follow the instructions to complete the seemingly absurd "foot rubbing task."
Three hundred and sixty times—not one more, not one less.
