"The National Meteorological Center continues to issue thunderstorm warnings. Over the past half year, lightning strikes, thunderstorms, strong winds, and heavy rainfall have occurred across most southern regions of our country. All citizens are hereby reminded to stay safe when traveling..."
At some point, the LCD display hanging on the wall had switched on. Noisy voices came and went in fits and starts, accompanied by crackling static.
So noisy!
In the empty white hospital room, the bed creaked. Unable to turn over, the young man was woken by the noise.
His legs were still completely numb. He tried hard to turn his head, lifted his eyelids, and looked out the window.
The curtains were half drawn, and outside, the sun shone brightly.
A beam of warm light streamed in, yet it could not dispel the chill in the room. The only message it brought was that morning had arrived.
"Lived another day..."
By force of habit, he reached out and felt around. A rectangular remote landed in his hand.
Xu Xiaoshou casually switched off the weather forecast, and the screen on the wall fizzed into static.
He had been in this private hospital room for three years. Or rather, he had barely left the bed at all during those three years.
Apart from the scheduled morning weather forecast that woke him each day, the screen on the wall was mostly used to cast livestreams.
One of Xu Xiaoshou's few pleasures.
He loved watching outdoor streamers—mountain climbing, bungee jumping, and the like. Even watching them stroll through the city, simply filming people with their phones, struck him as immensely interesting.
"Look, look! See who the streamer caught today?"
A startled cry, hungry for novelty, successfully piqued people's interest.
Xu Xiaoshou paused with the remote in hand and narrowed his eyes at