"All right, minor issue."
In the hospital room, pale to the point that it contained nothing besides the necessary facilities, the emaciated doctor flipped through the medical record in his hands with fingers impossibly long and slender. He glanced at Wen Wen and nodded. "Your recovery is progressing well. You can already be discharged.
"After discharge, remember not to get the wound wet. Don't drink alcohol for a week, avoid spicy food, and don't engage in strenuous exercise. Once it heals naturally, you'll be fine."
"That simple?"
Wen Wen frowned suspiciously. She had spent so much money getting herself into emergency outpatient care, and after nothing more than an injection and a nap, she had opened her eyes and was ready to leave?
What happened to all that other messy stuff from before?
"What else did you expect?"
The Chief Physician of the Spirit Body Department shot her a glance. "We've known each other for years. You've never listened to any medical advice I gave you anyway, have 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 that her alcohol intake was in good shape. Half a jin of liquor to rinse her mouth, and her liver function was as good as ever.
Congratulations.
But beyond that?
Sorry, beyond treatment.
"Don't I look quite good?" Wen Wen rolled her neck and wrists, then flexed her fingers. She still had strength in her arms.
Clear-headed and refreshed.
"It's only cosmetic patchwork. Since the patient has given up on the idea of a complete cure and merely wants her parameters to look normal, then it's very simple.
"A few repairs—5 milligrams of Myriad Spirit Elixir, 30