Shi Tiexin chatted with Shi Yuhui for a couple of sentences, then left Upper City Central Hospital.
He already had premium medical insurance, so he did not need to worry about the medical bills. The insurance company and the bank accounts would settle things automatically. Besides, the cost of a few barrels of repair fluid no longer meant much to him.
Though it was still very expensive.
But he was in no mood to care about such things now.
Even Shi Yuhui's proposal that they do great things together and make a fortune together received only a few perfunctory replies from him.
At this moment, his mind could not focus on that sort of thing.
He did not take a vehicle or return to the garrison. He simply walked the streets of Upper City at an unhurried pace.
People flowed past him on every side, yet Shi Tiexin felt utterly alone, a solitary figure with no companion.
"No. I can't wallow like this. I can't lose myself like this." Shi Tiexin decided to do some psychological fortification, to first find his bearings. Maybe then he would feel better.
He went to the small plaza and watched the sharp-edged old men vent their vigor through calligraphy practice. He watched two different groups of aunties open secret realms and fight fiercely over territory. The scenes and people were familiar, but the old feeling of being inferior to them had vanished completely.
This place could not help him find his bearings.
Because these old men and women were no longer his opponents.
After experiencing real battles of life and death, the duels in the secret realms before him always seemed to be missing something. He even felt a faint, subtle contempt—as though these people were merely playing house.
In a daze, he seemed