Feng Kang’s eyes reddened slightly, yet he remained unable to relax, wiping the sweat from his palms onto his trousers. Having spent such a long time in that sunless dungeon, his memories were somewhat hazy. But he remembered clearly: it was the General who had rescued him from that living hell, wrapping him up like a silkworm cocoon and sending him to Medicine King Valley, which was the only reason he had kept his life.
The injuries on his body were gradually healing under the treatment he had received during this time, no longer life-threatening, and the drug addiction he had been afflicted with was now barely under control. He could not express how thrilled he was to be alive and back in Shangjing. He wanted to see the General, he wanted to see his aging parents, and even more, he wanted to know if his wife had given birth to a son or a daughter.
Seeing that Feng Kang was not listening, Doctor Mu stopped paying him any mind and continued to savor his tea. *My, this tea is truly excellent,* he thought. *The batch I took back last time was stolen and drunk up by those little rascals at Medicine King Valley; I must take some more this time.* If it weren't for the letter the little Jiang girl wrote him, he never would have found an excuse to make this trip to Shangjing.
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