What I Just Said Doesn't Count
Chen Yu carried his phone as he followed Fang Xiaowei onward.
Ahead was a narrow path overgrown with weeds, with mountains of garbage piled on either side. Sunlight streamed through gaps in the ruins, gently draping the path in a layer of kasaya.
Though garbage lay everywhere, it had long since weathered away and gave off no pungent stench.
Moreover, the place had been renovated.
Discarded circuit boards served as steps, multicolored wires coiled around them, and meaningless drawings covered the crude walls. The Civilian District looked shabby, yet it possessed the rough but vigorous vitality of weeds.
Taking in his surroundings, Chen Yu could not help but remark, "This place is pretty nice."
"You think so too? I think it's quite nice as well." Fang Xiaowei said proudly. "The people up top either dismiss the Civilian District entirely or think this place is full of suffering, that we have to live bitterly every day. But we're people too, right? And people have the right to have some fun."
"True. By the way, where's the patient? Are we going to see them?"
"It's on the way, but shouldn't we crack the phones first?"
"No, let's see the patient first. It won't take much effort."
Fang Xiaowei lowered his head and thought for a moment before nodding. "All right. We'll owe you another favor, then."
"It's fine. Like I said, it won't take much effort."
When Fang Xiaowei saw Chen Yu slap the bedridden patient, he suddenly realized that Chen Yu had not been using "won't take much effort" as a figure of speech.
When he saw the patient actually stand up, he realized he still had not understood deeply enough.
When Chen Yu slapped more than a dozen patients back onto their feet, and