Couch Potato Vortex

Chapter 127

Li Wenchuan, who was reading to Jiang Hansheng, knew nothing about what was happening online.

The doctor had said Jiang Hansheng should avoid electronic devices as much as possible, but sitting around doing nothing would be boring. So Li Wenchuan simply picked out a few history books and read them to him.

Jiang Hansheng lay there, finally feeling at ease. Everything that had happened before had to have been a dream. He was clearly such a proper person, so why had he endured so much suffering?

Li Wenchuan said, "This guy was amazing at insulting people. He cursed someone out right in front of the ruler and still lived just fine."

Li Wenchuan said, "This guy is kind of like that old Minister of War back then—playing dumb and crazy."

Li Wenchuan said, "I watched a TV drama before that seemed to be adapted from this period of history. Good lord, in the show, this guy had died more than twenty years earlier."

Jiang Hansheng said, "..." Better not get his hopes up.

Ignoring Li Wenchuan's constant muttering and complaints, Jiang Hansheng found his voice as pleasant as pearls and jade. The wind howled outside, stirring the leaves of the hospital trees like accompaniment. Jiang Hansheng thought that perhaps Li Wenchuan could be given a chance to sing someday—maybe a theme song or an insert song for a TV drama.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt someone adjust his blanket, carefully pulling it up before slowly flattening his bed. His consciousness grew increasingly hazy. Unable to distinguish dream from reality, he felt someone touch his face.

Li Wenchuan had long since put his phone on silent, afraid of disturbing Jiang Hansheng's rest.

When he opened it, he found five missed calls and a pile