"Alright, minor problem."
In the pale ward, devoid of anything beyond essential facilities, the gaunt doctor flipped through the medical records with fingers so long they were unbelievable. He glanced at Wen Wen and nodded. "Your recovery is looking good. You can be discharged now.
"After discharge, don't get the wound wet. No alcohol for a week, cut out spicy food, and don't exercise vigorously. Once it heals naturally, you'll be fine."
"That simple?"
Wen Wen frowned suspiciously. She had spent all that money to get herself into emergency outpatient care, only to get one injection, sleep once, open her eyes, and be ready for discharge.
What about all that other messy stuff from before?
"What else?"
The Chief Physician of the Spirit Body Department shot her a glance. "We've known each other for so many years. You never listen to the medical advice I give you anyway, do you?
"Why waste my breath?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the liquor bottle on the bedside table, which had seemed half-full last night.
Mm. Now it was completely empty.
At least it proved her alcohol intake was in good shape. Half a jin of liquor to rinse her mouth, and her liver function was as fine as ever.
A cause for celebration.
But beyond that?
Sorry, medicine and stone alike could not cure it.
"Don't I look pretty good?" Wen Wen rolled her neck and wrists, flexing her fingers. There was strength in her arms.
She felt refreshed and clear-headed.
"It's only been patched up and prettied over. Since the patient has given up on the idea of a permanent cure and only demands that the parameters look normal, that's far too easy.
"A little stitching and patching—5 milligrams of Myriad Spirit Elixir and 30 milligrams of Liquified Life diluted