Lawrence Li
"Sir, would you like me to close the doors?" the Conductor asked the man in the wheelchair, referring to the front door of Car Two and the rear door of Car One.
"Go ahead," the man in the wheelchair said flatly.
After both doors closed, Xu Huo saw through the window that the Players in Car Two, carrying a coffin case, had been about to leave. Unable to open the rear door, they had no choice but to return and sit down again.
With his back already turned to the rear door, the man in the wheelchair sipped plain water and calmly invited Xu Huo and the others to sit.
He was obviously someone they couldn't afford to offend. After the barrier disappeared, Weiwei's parents didn't dare make a move either. They simply dragged their daughter aside.
The two groups had nearly come to blows moments ago, but now the carriage was dead silent. The man in the wheelchair had unknowingly defused a potentially fatal fight that could have ended with the train wrecked and everyone dead. It was both surprising and a relief.
Dr. Deng was beaming. He walked up to the man in the wheelchair. "May I take a look at your legs?"
The man in the wheelchair turned to look at him and made a gesture.
Dr. Deng went over and pulled up the man's pant leg, then frowned. "All the muscles have atrophied and died."
Xu Huo took a look too. The man's legs could hardly be called human legs anymore. Apart from the layer of dried skin and several prominent, bulging blood vessels, they were basically no different from bones.
"It's remarkable that they've stayed intact without affecting the rest of your body in this condition," Dr. Deng said with a sigh. Then