Breaking Through the Clouds - Chapter 9

 Translated by 231yolu :)

At nine o 'clock in the morning, a silver Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped by the tree-lined road below the private sanatorium.

"There's still half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "Do you want me to wait with you?"

"No, it's just a re-examination appointment. I'm not disabled." Jiang Ting unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. "Go do your work."

Yang Mei hurriedly rolled down the window. "Then wait for me to pick you up when you're done!"

Jiang Ting walked into the sanatorium. He did not look back and waved his hand.

Yang Mei's peach blossom makeup that she deliberately put on for today was drooping down. She sighed as if she had lost something and had to drive away along the road.

What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton quietly stopped where she was just now.

Yan Xuan, who was in the driver's seat, put out his cigarette and watched her disappear into the traffic. Then, he turned his gaze to the sanatorium building across the road.

"Here it is — your porridge and side dishes!"

There were not many people in the breakfast shop downstairs of the inpatient department. Jiang Ting sat in the corner, looked at his watch, and opened the disposable wooden chopsticks.

In his early years, he worked day and night on cases. It was common for him to go hungry and then full. Later, his stomach was damaged. When people reached a certain age, they had to pay back what they owed the body in their early years. After suffering from hypoglycemia a few times, he finally did not dare to casually eat three meals a day. He forced himself to develop the habit of filling his stomach with food in the morning.

His phone vibrated on the desktop. It was a WeChat message from Yang Mei. "Have you had breakfast?"

Jiang Ting replied with a "yes".

When he clicked send, he suddenly seemed to catch something in the corner of his eyes. He looked up.

At the other end of the breakfast shop not far away, there was a person who did not have time to retract his gaze. In an instant, he met his gaze.

It was a man wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap. He was about 40 years old and had a burly build. His muscles were bulging at his shoulders. The brim of his cap was pressed extremely low. His face could not be seen clearly from such a distance. Their gazes only met for a short moment. Then, the man lowered his head and continued to eat as if nothing had happened. He turned the page of the newspaper as if it was just an illusion.

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered slightly. Then, his gaze swept around the entire shop, but his face did not reveal anything.

A few minutes later, he put down the half-eaten porridge and almost untouched side dishes, got up, paid the bill, and left.

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"The condition of your body's muscles before you fell into a coma was quite good. Even after lying in bed for three years, they did not completely degenerate. Your blood pressure is quite normal. Did you feel dizzy, lower back pain, or pain in your limbs after you were discharged? "

In the examination room, Jiang Ting leaned against the white couch with his fingers crossed and placed naturally on his abdomen. "Occasionally, I get cramps after walking for a long time."

The doctor nodded. "It's normal. You have to continue with the recovery training according to our original plan. You can't rush it."

This expensive private sanatorium did not have many patients to begin with, and there were even fewer people at this time of the day before lunch. The examination was quickly completed. The doctor prescribed some medicine and told Jiang Ting to take it on time. He also made an appointment for the next re-examination. Suddenly, he heard Jiang Ting ask casually, "Has anyone come to see me since I was discharged?"

"Oh, yes." The doctor was reminded by his words. "Your relative passed by on a business trip and wanted to see you. Coincidentally, you were discharged the day before yesterday. He also asked for your girlfriend's contact information."

Jiang Ting paused for a few seconds and then looked a little surprised. "Relative? What's his name? "

The doctor was probably also wondering why this distant relative had not appeared in three years. He smiled. "A man in his forties. He's quite strong. Go to the front desk and ask the nurse later. You should know his name. He said he's your distant cousin. Why, do you remember him? "

"Is he more than 1.8 meters tall and wearing a baseball cap?"

"Oh, yes! Is he really your cousin? "

Jiang Ting remembered the gaze in the breakfast shop just now. His face was slightly gloomy, but he neither admitted nor refuted. "Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?"

The doctor said, "How could that be? Who knows who he is? Our nurse asked him if he wanted to leave his contact information. He didn't give it to us and just left. "

Jiang Ting got down from the examination bed, bent down to tie his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt one by one, and casually straightened his lapel.

The doctor finished signing and happened to turn around. Jiang Ting stood in front of the window in the morning light. His hair was black and his cheeks were snow-white. His straight back flowed smoothly all the way to his narrow waist and slender legs, like a taut bowstring.

The doctor was a little surprised.

Originally, they all thought that the patient in Bed 538 was a poor country boy who lived off a woman. They didn't expect that after he recovered and met again, Jiang Ting's mannerisms, body shape, and posture were obviously very different from the rumors in the hospital.

"Next time someone comes to see me," Jiang Ting said. "Don't bother, and don't ask for his name."

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