"We should go for another check-up first," Jiang Ningxin looked at Zhou Yan. "You've been completely engrossed in ancient knowledge, but now we live in a scientific society..."
"Science? Do you know where I've been all these years?"
Zhou Yan faintly smiled. He didn't contradict Jiang Ningxin.
"Where were you? Weren't you lying in the hospital?"
Jiang Ningxin followed Zhou Yan's lead and asked.
"Old legends speak of Pangu's Heaven Creation, Kua Fu chasing the sun, the diligent bird filling the sea, Nuwa mending the skies, Hou Yi shooting the suns, among others. And then there's the famous Zhuang Zhou, who spoke of dreaming he was a butterfly."
Zhou Yan said softly.
The chaos triggered by the earthquake in the hospital led many to rush out, but after some time, nothing out of the ordinary ensued, allowing the atmosphere of fear to gradually subside. Many, though, had left the hospital to wait and watch outside.
