When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that my condition had improved considerably.
Though I still had little strength, the dizziness, chest tightness, and shortness of breath were gone.
I could feel that my yang energy had clearly increased somewhat.
Taking a deep breath, I sat up in the hospital bed and felt very hungry.
I could even smell the disinfectant in the hospital now, which meant my sense of taste had returned.
I had just sat up when I saw Master walk in from outside carrying two takeout boxes.
Master looked much more spirited today, but his graying hair and the wrinkles on his face had not changed.
Seeing that I was awake and sitting up, Master said happily,
"Awake? How are you feeling today?"
"Master, I feel much better. Other than being a little weak, there's nothing else wrong."
I answered truthfully.
Master came straight to the bedside and nodded.
"That's good! I brought lunch. Eat something to fill your stomach."
I did not stand on ceremony with Master. I really was hungry.
It was an ordinary meal: three meat dishes and one vegetable dish.
Over the past few days, I had forced myself to eat, but now I wanted to make up for all the food I had failed to eat before.
I wolfed it down and quickly cleaned every last bit off the plates, yet I still did not feel satisfied.
But my professional instincts as a doctor told me that I had already eaten too much and could not eat any more.
Binge-eating after prolonged hunger placed a huge burden on the stomach and intestines, especially when my yang energy was still so weak and my body so frail.
If I ended up