The call was picked up almost instantly, the voice excited and anxious, "Ji Chengzhou? Is that you?"
"It's me."
"I knew you wouldn't die so easily. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It kept me up for days and nights. How are you now..."
"I have something to ask you." Song Shijing interrupted Li Xiujie, "How's Ji Zhiyuan been lately?"
"He woke up three days ago, hemiplegic and aphasic. From now on, he can only live in a bed or a wheelchair."
"Hemiplegic and aphasic?"
"Yes, what common folk refer to as paralyzed and having lost the ability to speak, with dementia. And now he can't speak either. It's almost impossible for you to find out the truth from him."
Song Shijing frowned, "Is there no cure?"
