His agony

Wang Lian remembered that it was Friday night when he had been taken ill and had collapsed on the road, and had been taken to the hospital. Saturday was spent there, and he had returned to his apartment on Sunday.

After going to sleep on Sunday afternoon, he had awakened the next morning at eleven; that night he had fever which must have lasted till Tuesday, and it must be Tuesday night now. But the television channels told a different story—it was Saturday night and the next day would be Sunday. Wang Lian glanced at his watch, lying on the living room table and his mouth fell open in amazement. He put down the bowl of noodles; he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the date on his watch.

''Does this mean that I've been ill for five days? Out of my senses for five whole days? How can that be? How is it possible?'' he muttered.

''Five days is a long time—how come I did not even notice the passage of time? How

could I just lie there, senseless, for five days?''