The best hospital on the Lower River, the Chen Family Hospital, had an exceptionally well-appointed intensive care ward. It was spacious and bright, with every kind of appliance. Its stereoscopic projection television alone measured over two hundred inches, and watching it was almost as good as going to a cinema.
When it played a special-effects blockbuster, the experience was even more spectacular and lifelike.
These days, Great Chu's Tang City dominated the world's film industry. The name was practically synonymous with Great Chu cinema, and Great Chu's power had carried its films into theaters across nearly the whole world.
So most films people watched came from Great Chu.
The film playing here, however, was not from Great Chu. It came from North America.
It was a disaster film called Doomsday, released in North America the year before. It had caused a sensation worldwide, even making waves in Great Chu.
Onscreen, rivers ran dry and highways broke apart inch by inch beneath car wheels. The effects were realistic enough to make anyone hold their breath.
It was the first North American film to cause such a sensation in Great Chu—and the only one.
Cui Zhengfei lay in his hospital bed, staring at the film with absolute concentration. He did not even notice Tang Changsheng come in.
To be honest, Tang Changsheng had felt somewhat guilty. Cui Zhengfei was an inner disciple, and Tang had gone away for two years without returning. Left to practice blindly on his own, the boy had suffered Demon deviation and ended up paralyzed in bed.
But looking at him now, the boy seemed in pretty good spirits.
Tang Changsheng coughed softly. Only then did Cui Zhengfei look up, before turning back to the screen. Halfway through, he suddenly realized who it was and nearly jumped out