Lyme returned very quickly.
When he realized that something important had happened without his knowing, yet that he could use Lin Qi's channels to learn some of the details, he boarded his private plane and returned.
It was a fairly ordinary private plane. Not every private plane was as large and luxurious as Lin Qi's.
Lyme's private plane looked a little smaller, and its interior was not as lavishly decorated. Even so, he had spent three hundred and fifty thousand Federal Sol to acquire it.
Its annual maintenance cost was around eighty thousand.
For Lyme, however, eighty thousand was nothing much.
In a highly capitalized society, anything of value could be converted into a number and then assigned an owner.
It was a display of wealth, and at the same time, a form of property.
As long as something was property, there was always a way to turn it into cash.
Capitalists always liked buying all kinds of luxury goods. They used those luxuries to adorn their dignity, and when necessary, they could even use them as "banknotes."
After returning to the Federation, Lyme did not rest. He immediately had someone drive him to Lin Qi's villa. Before Lin Qi even saw him, he had already heard the sounds of his arrival...
Click...
Click-click...
Click...
Click-click...
Lyme was crippled. In private, he had consulted quite a few excellent doctors about his leg. At one point, a doctor had even told him that to recover, he would have to smash the deformed parts of his leg and then reset the bones.
He had followed that doctor's treatment plan, but unfortunately, the results... had been far from satisfactory. Not only had he suffered terribly, but the treatment had also achieved no meaningful results.
This could not be considered medical malpractice. The doctor