Warm Sunshine on the Windowsill

All content in this book related to recovery from cerebral infarction is fictional and included solely to advance the plot. It does not constitute medical advice or rehabilitation guidance, and should not be used as a source of health information. Please consult a medical professional for a rehabilitation plan. A cerebral infarction may be just a story when it happens to someone else, but when it happens to you or your family, it is a disaster. The rates of disability and death are extremely high.

I have personally experienced a cerebral infarction. I was incredibly lucky: just before I collapsed from a stroke, I heard someone cry out desperately for help. I was so fortunate that I toppled straight into the emergency room.

After being diagnosed with a cerebral infarction, I began learning about the condition, how to rehabilitate, how to recover, and how to prevent it!

This book tells the story of He Ming, a 32-year-old ride-hailing driver living far from home who suffers a sudden cerebral infarction and briefly loses his memory.

Alone in a strange place, and unwilling to let his parents a thousand miles away hear the bad news, He Ming cancels the call he was about to make to them. He thinks he’s about to fall into an abyss, but before he knows it, he’s become a favorite among a group of strangers.

Tongtong, the little girl across the hall, brings him a plate of steamed buns and says in her sweet little voice, “Uncle, my mom made too many!”

His beautiful landlady, Lin Wanhe, comes in through the balcony and brings him a bowl of soup as warm as her smile. An uncle who was paralyzed for ten years tells him there’s still hope, drawing on his own experience of standing again. A strict fellow patient makes him pick up steel marbles. A beautiful, kind-hearted, and cool doctor cares for him like an older sister and even “indulges” him. The cooks go to great lengths to make food that’s both delicious and good for his condition. There’s always a place for him in Grandpa Li’s tai chi group. And there’s the glasshouse tearoom...