A prosthetic costing hundreds of thousands was only so good.
After the hike, Xiao Mo's residual limb had been rubbed bloody. That night, it swelled so badly that he could not fit it into the prosthetic at all.
Nuomi crouched on the floor applying medicine for him without a word the entire time. When she finished, she stood up, picked up her phone, and booked tickets to Beijing for the next day.
"We'll get it adjusted again. If that doesn't work, we'll replace it. It's nowhere near as good as they claimed."
"Not settling down in Fucheng anymore?" Seeing that Nuomi's expression was off, Wang Xiaoliang cracked a joke.
"I'm fine, really." Xiao Mo had noticed too, of course. He turned to Huang Xueli. "Dahuang, let's have another drink tonight. We don't get together often."
"Absolutely. I was thinking the same thing, but I didn't dare suggest it after seeing your leg."
The next day, Xiao Mo was wheeled onto the plane.
Huang Xueli had to work a shift and only stayed one extra day.
Wang Xiaoliang kept seeing people off.
They had arrived in a lively crowd and left one by one.
It was better when everyone was in Jiangcheng, without having to go through goodbyes every few days.
Business at the hotel was as brisk as ever, and the Night Market went without saying. The wall lighting was still generating buzz, even boosting breakfast and lunch traffic. Anyang Snacks switched straight to twenty-four-hour service. That little adjustment was a piece of cake for Wang Xiaoliang.
Luckin and Mixue extended their hours too.
The company was on holiday, but Wang Xiaoliang was not. He came over with Luo Bisheng every day to keep an eye on things. The issues his friends had raised were all substantive and had to