Master had fishing in his bones; even in his daze, he could still react to it.
When Uncle Yu and I saw that Master had woken up, our faces lit up with surprise.
"Master, you're finally awake."
Uncle Yu laughed as well.
"Xiao Jiang, you really know what you're doing. Song, De Cai, is his soul back yet?"
Master lay on the bed as his dilated pupils gradually focused, and expression slowly returned to his face.
At last, his pupils suddenly contracted. Seeing Uncle Yu and me, he finally regained awareness.
"X-Xiao Jiang, Yu Long..."
"Master, it's wonderful that you're awake."
I spoke excitedly.
Uncle Yu grinned without saying anything.
Master stared at me and spoke again.
"I heard... I heard someone say they caught over eighty jin?"
Uncle Yu rolled his eyes and cursed Master outright.
"You damn fishing addict!"
"Master, you heard wrong. It's good that you're awake. Now you can recover faster."
Master glanced around.
"This is a hospital! How long... how long was I unconscious?"
As he spoke, Master tried to sit up.
Uncle Yu hurriedly told him not to move. Though he was still cursing Master, he went to the foot of the bed and cranked the handle, raising the headboard so Master could lean against it.
"Master, it's been seven days. You've been in the hospital for over six."
I told him honestly.
Master sighed and said hoarsely.
"I didn't expect it to have been so long. Is everyone all right?"
I nodded and told Master about everyone's condition.
When Master learned that everyone was recovering, with only Daoist Qingshan still unconscious, he sighed as well.
"Ah! A Great Fiend is still a Great Fiend!
"And this was outside. A minor character hiding in a ghost domain nearly took our lives.
"If it had