Leaving the hospital, it was already lunchtime. Leng Youchen took Wei Anning to the most famous revolving restaurant in the city center. The two settled at a window-side table where the decor was somewhat reminiscent of that luxurious restaurant in Marseille.
Wei Anning diverted her gaze towards the buoyant man across from her, his handsome face showing no traces of despair. She stirred her milk tea with a spoon, "That... Leng Youchen, your condition isn't as bad as Director Li made it out to be, right?"
Post-traumatic sequelae, what the hell is that?
She hadn't seen any signs of it. She had previously used a foam roller to massage his leg muscles, and if he kept it up for a while, along with professional rehabilitation, he should be able to stand up rather quickly.