Xining, we meet again.
Song Henian sat in his wheelchair, looking at her with a gentle gaze.
After returning to Jingzhou, he had set aside two hours every week to receive treatment in Lu Xining's temporary laboratory, spending the rest of his time at home in the rehabilitation room, constantly following the rehab plan she had given him and training the function of his legs.
Over the course of a summer vacation, the results had been very good.
Lu Xining was mostly gentle with patients.
She nodded in response, "What a coincidence."
Ji Muye's perfectly shaped thin lips were pressed tightly together, and he silently observed the man in the wheelchair.
The latter smiled at him, "President Ji, it's been a while since we've seen each other."
The last time they had met was by the pond in the Lu Family Garden, indeed a long time had passed.
Ji Muye gave a nod, a form of acknowledgment.