Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Ji Ting gradually recovered, and he no longer looked quite so weak.
At noon, Ji Ting found an excuse to send Ji Yanzhi out, then had someone invite Director Liao over.
"Little Ji, how's your throat now? Does it still hurt?"
His breathing tube had only been removed the previous morning. The doctor had said his vocal cords were swollen, which would make swallowing painful.
Ji Ting nodded and said hoarsely, "Much better. I can start talking slowly now."
"Even if you can speak, try not to use your voice too much. Give it time to recover," Director Liao said with concern.
This time, Ji Ting said nothing. Instead, he reached out from under the covers for something on the bedside cabinet.
Director Liao rose from his chair. "What do you need? I'll get it for you."
Ji Ting pointed at the tablet. Director Liao picked it up, but when he handed it over, Ji Ting didn't take it.
"Brain Decoding Technology. The brain-computer interface decodes brain signals with 99.6% accuracy. I'm voluntarily handing this technology over to the country."
Director Liao's hand froze in midair. This should have been wonderful news, yet there wasn't a trace of joy on his face.
After a long silence, he finally asked, "You're handing over the technology for Ji Yanzhi's sake, aren't you?"
Ji Ting nodded honestly. "Yes. It's for him."
Director Liao drew a deep breath, his brow furrowed. "Little Ji, I think you understand that we aren't doing all this to make things difficult for anyone, much less to insist on finding someone guilty. We simply want to ensure your safety as much as possible and prevent what happened last time from happening again."
"I understand." Ji Ting looked at him. "But