I believe that Brother Ping is one of the few people who are truly sincere to me, so when he suggested that I go to Bangkok for treatment, I did not doubt his motives. He was genuinely thinking about me. But if I go to Bangkok, what will happen to my upcoming "one-click tour"?
Still not getting a reply, Ping Ge pressed on, saying, "Michael, what are you still thinking about at a time like this... Damage to the peroneal nerve is no small matter. Once muscle atrophy develops, it will be extremely difficult for you to do rehabilitation training!"
How do you know so much?
"Before I went to Dali, I was a doctor."
I was a little surprised. I had imagined many professions for Bottle Bro, but I never thought he would be a doctor. Even though he told me now, I still find it hard to accept because he has a strange habit of collecting bottles, while the image of a doctor in my mind has always been sacred and solemn.
I asked him again, "Being a doctor is such a good profession, why do you just quit like that?"
"...There was a medical accident. I killed a twelve-year-old child on my operating table. From then on, I developed a phobia of scalpels..."
After a long silence, Bottle Guy sighed and said, "If all the diseases in this world could be cured without surgery, just by taking the 'medicine' in this bottle... how wonderful that would be!"
It wasn't until then that I understood why Brother Ping liked collecting colorful bottles so much. Sure enough, everyone who goes to Dali has a past that can influence their entire life. It seems that everyone regards Dali as a holy place for healing. But behind the "wind, flowers, snow, and moon," there are still so many unsatisfactory things that happen... Just like me, half of my pain was gained in Dali.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief before saying to Brother Ping, "That's a good wish, but there's a disease in this world that can't be cured by medicine or surgery."
"A mental illness?"
"It's a psychological problem..."
“The illness in your heart can be treated slowly… Let’s heal the physical illness first; don’t hesitate, I’ve always considered you my brother, and I’m sure I’m confident that I can bring you to Bangkok.”
After a moment of contemplation, I replied, "Going to Bangkok is also a good option, but I need to take care of things here first; otherwise, I won't feel at ease."
How long will it take?
"About four or five days."
"Okay, once you've taken care of things over there, contact me as soon as possible. I need to make arrangements for you in advance."
"Thanks, Brother Ping!"
"We're all family, no need for formalities."
...
After ending the call with Ping Ge, I felt a little relieved, after all, I saw a glimmer of hope. But I still don't have a clear plan for the future... It seems that my "one-click travel" project is going to be difficult to continue. First of all, the start-up funds are not in place for a long time, and now I have health problems. I don't know how much precious time I will waste on a trip to Thailand!
Before I knew it, the bus carrying me had reached its final stop. I got off the bus at the driver's reminder and sat on a bench below the platform. There was already some snow on the flowerbeds in the distance, and a biting chill was blowing at me from all directions.
I tucked my clothes in and looked around again, trying to find a hotel nearby where I could stay. I felt the closer to the street, the better. I didn't want to be too far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world because I didn't want to be a lonely person.
My phone vibrated again in my pocket. I took it out and saw that it was Ye Zhi calling.
I instinctively touched my heart. We hadn't been in touch for a long time, but she had always remained a part of my world. Nicole would talk about her, my cousin Dai Qiang admired her, Yang Sisi cared about her... It was as if there was a tapestry woven by countless people between us, a tapestry of "life is full of unexpected encounters" playing out time and time again. Sometimes I felt it was fate, and sometimes I felt it was my inner demons at work...
If two people don't care about each other at all, how could they possibly be connected by these trivial matters?
...
After thinking it over, I finally answered Ye Zhi's call and calmly asked her, "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing special... How's your leg recovering?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I instantly lost my composure. I asked, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
“I wanted to remind you that if your recovery is going well, you should take your driver’s license test… A friend at the vehicle management office called me and said that you’re almost past the registration deadline… I also remember that after the appeal, they told you to apply for your driver’s license test before January.”
Yes, that's true.
"If you still want to drive, you'd better get serious!"
"I'm not taking the exam."
"What's wrong?"
"I haven't been able to find the time lately."
After a moment of contemplation, Ye Zhi said, "If you miss this time, it will be extremely troublesome if you want to take the test later; you will have to go to the vehicle management office to write an application and get the signature of their highest leader... After all, you are a special case!"
After a brief pause, she added, "If you're busy, I can have someone handle this for you... Just give me a photocopy of your ID card."
"I don't want to take the exam anymore... That's it."
"I'll feel bad if you do this."
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