A faint, bitter scent of herbs lingered in Baizhu's modest clinic. Alexei sat silently on a wooden stool, sweat beading on his forehead. He tried to move his right arm, but the motion was stiff and sluggish. Every lift tugged at muscles not yet fully healed, sending needle-like stabs of pain through his shoulder. Ever since he lost his Vision, all nourishment from elemental energy had been completely cut off, making the recovery process grueling. His left sleeve hung completely empty—a limb lost forever in an earlier battle.
"Take it slowly. Try making a fist again." Baizhu's voice was calm and gentle. Green, luminous points of light danced around his fingertips, brushing lightly over Alexei's tense shoulder blades.
Jingyi entered the shed with a light step, cradling several thick, heavy tomes in her arms. She carefully placed the books on a bookshelf in the corner, her gaze falling on Alexei's tightly pressed lips and pale face. "Mr. Baizhu, is Alexei recovering well?" she asked softly, genuine concern in her voice.
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