Zhuang Xu clearly did not want to say more, so Xu Zhi did not press him further.
The fact that he could say all that and even give her an "experimental specimen" suggested this thing was not confidential. Perhaps the doctor had had some unusual experiences in his early years.
Qi Yanxin returned not long after. She did not have much money left, yet she still chose to buy Xu Zhi a new set of clothes and a hat.
The hat was a somewhat oversized baseball cap. Once she put it on and pulled the brim down, Xu Zhi only needed to lower her head slightly for her eyes to be almost completely hidden.
"All right, the medicine and precautions are over here. If there are no problems, you can go home for now. Come back for a follow-up next week."
A weekly follow-up was fairly frequent, but Xu Zhi's condition was serious. If they offered inpatient services, she ought to have been admitted directly into the ICU. Daily follow-ups would be too much of a burden for Xu Zhi, so once everything was balanced out, once a week was the most suitable arrangement.
With the black baseball cap pulled low over her head, Xu Zhi was pushed out of the clinic in her wheelchair by Qi Yanxin. She could feel gazes continually falling on her—or, more precisely, on the wheelchair.
Once they returned "home," Xu Zhi could not help asking, "Are wheelchairs that rare? Why do I feel like everyone was staring?"
As she organized their things, Qi Yanxin replied, "They are rare. Most people choose prosthetic modification once they are diagnosed with limb damage. Ordinary prosthetics from the black market are not expensive, and they can increase strength and functionality. Quite a few people even choose to modify