When Mr. Su Bai woke up, it was already evening. Instinctively, he reached out to touch the back of his head and found that it had been bandaged. Just then, the fat guy walked in, carrying a bowl of fried rice with eggs.
"Eat up. I was going to cook porridge for you, but I was worried you'd lose energy without a proper meal. I checked you over—looks like you have mild concussion symptoms. It shouldn't be anything serious, at least not in the short term," the fat guy said as he sat down beside Mr. Su Bai's bed and sighed.
Mr. Su Bai took the bowl and chopsticks. Though he wasn't particularly hungry, his body demanded the nourishment.
"That guy... I couldn't catch him," the fat guy said awkwardly. The pot was indeed with him—if only the fat guy had been quicker to think and entered through the back door, he might have been able to corner the person. Instead, by the time he went through the front and chased out through the back, the figure had vanished.
