Time for Recuperation and Visits

Have any of you ever experienced being bedridden while recovering from an illness?

Especially the kind where a fracture left you unable to move, sprawled on a not-particularly-soft hospital bed every day,

surrounded by a bunch of old men and women—or no one at all, depending on your financial situation—and breathing in the smell of hospital disinfectant.

Anyway, anyone who had been through it probably understood that being hospitalized was boredom burying boredom's mother.

Bored to death! (Thunderous voice)

"Hey, how could it be boring when you have a phone to play with? It's not the old days anymore."

Mm, okay. Would the student with the broken leg please sit down? Your friend with both hands broken had something to say.

Perhaps everyone had heard that hospitalized joke about how "the hospital WiFi is pretty fast," but in reality, most places like hospitals, which counted as public facilities,

had WiFi that barely worked.

Yes, I wasn't lying to you. It just didn't work. Either it was locked and unavailable, or you connected and there was no internet.

How was it? Hearing that all of a sudden, did you feel how stark and cruel reality was?

Over the past few days, Fang Ran had deeply felt this malice that absolutely, definitely came from Fate!

The time he spent lying in bed, staring blankly, had been unbearably hard to endure, especially for someone like him whose "meridians" had all been severed.

Out of twenty-four hours a day, he spent more than twenty-three lying in bed in a daze. Even eating required Fang Xiaoran to feed him every time.

So under such circumstances, even if the Night Bureau's WiFi was lightning-fast, all he could do was lie in bed every day and feel as if life no longer held any hope.

His dead-eyed