Ye Chen took off his clothes, which had been torn to shreds by the tiger, then carefully examined his wounds. Only after confirming they were no longer serious did he get out of bed.
"You—you're all right now?" Tang Sanzang stared at Ye Chen, who showed no sign of injury as he stood up, his face full of surprise.
Even he, a man who had cultivated for many years, had never seen anything so miraculous. Someone with no magical powers at all had recovered so quickly after suffering such severe injuries.
"I'm fine now. But don't be surprised—I'm not a monster, and this is about the extent of my abilities." Ye Chen helplessly wiped the blood from his body, but he had lost so much blood earlier that he couldn't get it clean.
"No, I need to take a bath. I'll be miserable if I stay like this." After trying to wipe himself down a few times with his tattered clothes, Ye Chen gave up entirely.
"This..." Tang Sanzang looked troubled. "What if Liu Boqin sees that you've recovered? He can kill a tiger, so dealing with you would be..."
"Don't worry. If he asks, just say it was the power of your scriptures. It's a bit of a stretch, but fooling ordinary people like them won't be hard."
Tang Sanzang didn't know what to say to refute Ye Chen, so he could only agree to his suggestion. Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Ye Chen asked softly. Liu Boqin's somewhat anxious voice immediately came from outside. "Brother Ye Chen, it's Liu Boqin. I've brought a doctor to look at your injuries."
"Brother Liu, come in." Ye Chen didn't lie back down. He stood where he was as Liu Boqin opened the door. Liu Boqin had