After Tan Mo left, Qiao Lan sat on the sofa. She was wrapped in a thin blanket that she didn't have last night.

Qiao Lan didn't know where Tan Mo went or what he was doing. However, she didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but she seemed to feel that Tan Mo seemed to have made up his mind.

The holidays passed quickly. When school reopened, Tan Mo still didn't come to school.

At the beginning of last semester, the students were surprised that Tan Mo didn't come to school. When the new semester started, they still didn't see Tan Mo. They had already gotten used to it.

Qiao Lan's deskmate was changed to someone else. It was a boy who wasn't very close to Qiao Lan and had good grades.

This boy was similar to Pei Ning. Not in terms of looks, but in terms of personality and grades. He was more introverted. When he sat next to Qiao Lan, he was even a little shy. Later, he gradually became more cheerful.

His grades were similar to Pei Ning's. They were both top in science subjects, but his English was lagging behind. The homeroom teacher liked this student very much. Therefore, he deliberately placed him next to Qiao Lan. He probably wanted Qiao Lan to help him with his English.

Qiao Lan was used to having Tan Mo sitting next to her. Sometimes, when she didn't know how to answer a question, she would subconsciously turn her head and think about the question. However, when she turned her head, she remembered that Tan Mo wasn't sitting next to her anymore.

Her new deskmate was very nice. However, Qiao Lan couldn't help but miss the time when she sat next to Tan Mo. They would wear headphones and listen to music together. They would pass notes and talk together.

Qiao Lan worked harder than before. She studied so hard that Bai Yu was scared. Qiao Lan's classmates and Qiao Lan's roommates also inexplicably worked hard because of Qiao Lan's enthusiasm.

Tan Mo wasn't here. After several exams, Qiao Lan sat firmly at the top of the grade. No one could shake her position. A few of her close friends said that Qiao Lan's first-prize scholarship this year was in the bag.

It was a pity that Tan Mo wasn't here.

Tan Mo had been gone for a long time. Everyone seemed to have forgotten the insults they had made to him and Qiao Lan. When the students mentioned Tan Mo again, most of them could only sigh that they had once known such a genius.

Someone in the class played Zhihu. Someone asked how it felt to have a genius classmate. Someone in the class wrote a lot of words. All the words were full of praise and no insults.

During their free time, they would chat about the future, such as graduation and university.

Hao Ying asked Qiao Lan which university he wanted to enter in the future.

Qiao Lan had once rejected Hao Ying. Hao Ying later understood Qiao Lan's intentions, but she did not give up.

After seeing such a beautiful and outstanding girl, it was hard to look at others. Hao Ying didn't blame Qiao Lan. This was the first time in his life that he had been rejected. He finally learned how to treat the girl who used to like him as an equal.

Hao Ying had changed a lot. His studies had improved a lot. His personality had also become more restrained.

He wanted to keep a distance from Qiao Lan and only be friends. Qiao Lan would not reject him.

Qiao Lan casually mentioned the top university in the country. She needed a large sum of money, so she had to go there.

Her friends didn't think much of it. Qiao Lan was the top student in the cohort, so she had the right to say that. Hao Ying frowned and rubbed his face. Although his results were much better, he still had no chance of getting into that school.

"What major do you want to study?"

This time, it was the others who asked.

"Finance," Qiao Lan answered as she wrote the paper. She did not think about it at all. She just casually answered that she had studied before when someone asked. After answering, Qiao Lan suddenly stopped writing.

Actually, she had thought about studying another major before because of Tan Mo.

But it was just a thought. After all, the college entrance examination was still far away.

Finance was not the major she wanted to study the most, but Qiao Lan did not explain to the others. After the day was over, Qiao Lan lay in bed and picked up her phone to send Tan Mo a goodnight message as usual.

As usual, Tan Mo did not reply. Tan Mo usually replied at three or four o 'clock in the morning, which was around three or four o' clock in the afternoon in New York.

It was very regular.

Tan Mo finished a day of rehabilitation. He looked like he had just been fished out of the water. He was so exhausted that he did not have the strength to lift his hand.

It hurt.

When Tan Mo was in a car accident, he thought that his legs were broken. That was when he felt the most pain in his life. It was not until he started rehabilitation that Tan Mo realized that the pain of broken bones was nothing.

The hospital in New York asked him to stay and said that Tan Mo's legs could be treated, but it would be very, very difficult.

The surgery to repair the shattered patella was done again. The originally healed but crooked muscles and bones were reopened, and the surgery was carried out again.

After coming out of the operating room, the anesthetic gradually disappeared. Tan Mo's legs, which had not felt anything for a year and a half, began to hurt. His bones, nerves, and muscles were all in pain.

He did not dare to move his legs. After the surgery, his legs were severely stiff. His knees were severely obstructed, and his wounds were burning with pain. Every day, he applied ice packs to stop the pain and reduce the swelling. He felt that his wounds were being torn apart again and again.

Because of AS, Tan Mo was far more sensitive to pain than ordinary people. Sometimes, when the pain came, no medicine was effective. In the end, it was so painful that he went into shock and fainted.

When he woke up, Tan Mo looked at the stars outside the window and felt that he had walked through hell.

After the surgery, Tan Mo lay in the hospital bed for nearly two months. After two months, he finally tried to walk. When his legs touched the ground for the first time, one of his legs instantly turned black and purple, as if it had been run over by a wheel again and again. Tan Mo groaned and grabbed Uncle Chen's hand. Uncle Chen felt that his hand was almost crushed by the strength of Tan Mo's grip.

Sometimes, pain could make people lose their minds. But when he woke up for a moment, Tan Mo's heart was filled with unprecedented joy.

It was very painful, but this was the first time he stood on the ground with his feet after two years.

He wanted to try to walk a few steps, but the doctor ordered him to stop and told him to take it step by step.

And this step by step was the real beginning of rehabilitation. The beginning of the rehabilitation of bends.

There was no way to bend the legs at all. Rehabilitation was to make the legs bend little by little, starting from raising the legs bit by bit and passively creating an angle. Then, it was commonly known as bending the legs.

It was the same every day, day after day.

Because it was too painful, continuous rehabilitation movements would very likely cause the patient to go into shock again. If there was even the slightest carelessness, the muscles that had just grown back would tear again.

In the morning, it always started with the legs being stuck to various testing machines. Then, it started with stretching and bending the legs day after day. Tan Mo felt like his joints were dislocated. Every day, the bones were dismantled and reassembled again. The muscles covering the outside of the bones were trembling as they maintained the tension and tearing.

Tan Mo stayed in a single ward. In the ward next to his was a young man in his twenties. He was also sent to the same hospital after a car accident.

He was sent to the hospital immediately after the car accident. The degree of his treatment was much more relaxed than Tan Mo's. But every day, when the rehabilitation began, everyone could still hear his heart-wrenching cries of pain through the wall.

For a man in his twenties to be in such pain, Tan Mo's rehabilitation was even more difficult than his. But from the beginning to the end, Tan Mo did not cry once, nor did he shout in pain.

He always clenched his teeth and grabbed the bedsheets of the hospital bed with both hands. Occasionally, when he was in extreme pain, he would let out a muffled groan, and then there would be no other sound.

However, by the time he finished his daily rehabilitation, his teeth were clenched so tightly that he could not eat anything. The bedsheets that he grabbed with both hands had long been torn open. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat over and over again. He did not have the slightest bit of strength left in him.

After a night of rest, the next day was the same.

Some people in the hospital could not stand the pain of rehabilitation and finally chose to give up. Tan Mo was the first to enter the hospital. Batches of people left one after another, but he stayed until the end.

Two months of postoperative rest and eighty days of rehabilitation. Tan Mo clenched his teeth and persevered. When his legs could finally bend up to 30 degrees, some patients who could not hold on asked him, "Why are you still persevering?"

Tan Mo was silent for a while and said, "Because someone is waiting for me to stand up again."

"Someone very important?"

"The most important person."

The young man's face was pale. After today's rehabilitation, he was already very tired, but he still used his crutches to practice walking.

When he first came, the doctor said that his body was too weak to withstand the pain and exhaustion of rehabilitation. But he clenched his teeth and persevered.

And he made it to the end.

He saw the light.