The people of the Highland Research Institute still cared about him. 10 days ago, he received a woolen scarf and a pair of rabbit fur gloves. Every day, he was wrapped in these warm things as he left the main building and headed to Polly’s laboratory.

The Simpson Cage consumed a lot of energy and the wind turbines had limited power. The Simpson Cage could only be turned on for two hours a day. The rest of the time, Polly would do something else. Sometimes, he would teach An Zhe some physics and biological knowledge. For example, everything was composed of molecules and atoms. Atoms could be split into the electrons, protons and neutrons. However, it was far from the end and no one could see what made up the material basis of this world.

“A blind man can only reach out to touch the world to perceive the world, but what he feels obviously isn’t the whole picture. Our understanding of the world is as shallow as the blind. We are destined to see only the appearance. We have many hypotheses but no one to verify if they are correct,” Polly told him.

As he spoke, the laboratory window was blown open by the howling north wind on the mountain top. The brown-skinned Indian man got up to close the window and Polly reached out for the folded scarf.

The scarf was wrapped around An Zhe’s entire neck. He buried himself in the soft warm cloth and asked Polly, “Are you cold?”

“As I get older, many places become dull.” Polly Joan’s gentle grey-blue eyes watched him. An Zhe could see his reflection in this person’s eyes, a wrapped up white ball. However, before he could look for a long time, he coughed. It was so cold outside but his lungs were burning with fire. It hurt.

Polly ran a hand down his back and pressed the hot water that was on the table to him.

“Are there any antibiotics?” he asked the Indian man called Rum.

“There are some left.”

The coughing An Zhe shivered and took the medicine. The room was lit with a charcoal stove but he still felt very cold.

“I can’t find the cause of your illness.” Polly wiped the fine sweat on An Zhe’s forehead with his fingers and there was palpable pain in the grey-blue eyes as he whispered, “There aren’t any advanced instruments here… sorry.”

An Zhe shook his head. “It’s okay.”

Polly said a human’s understanding of the world was always superficial and sometimes An Zhe felt that his understanding of humans was just superficial. He had never expected to be treated like this by humans when he returned to the Abyss.

For example, Polly wasn’t a medical expert but due to the weakness of An Zhe’s body, he started to read the medical literature in the database and Rum would help retrieve it.