A Meal Requires Supreme Yang Qi

Now that we had finally left Iron Mountain Detention Manor, I felt completely relaxed, no longer bound by any shackles.

The moment we stepped out the gates, Zhang Yuchen spoke up.

"Finally out! Three days without my phone was torture."

He turned it on, only for it to vibrate once before shutting off again.

Zhang Yuchen could only roll his eyes.

I turned on my phone and found it still had twenty percent battery left.

After logging into WeChat, I found dozens of messages.

Some were from Uncle Yu, some from Director Deng at the hospital, and others from Old Wang.

Old Wang said the sword had been forged, but he hadn't been able to reach me.

Director Deng from the hospital was asking why I hadn't come to work and why I couldn't be contacted.

He also said to reply once I saw the messages.

I called Uncle Yu first.

Uncle Yu answered quickly.

As soon as the call connected, I heard a buzzing sound from his end, as if he were cooking.

Then I heard Uncle Yu shout.

"Xiao Jiang, what's going on? You and Song Decai have both been unreachable for three days. Where did you go?

Peng the Lame has asked me about you several times..."

I gave a bitter smile.

"Uncle Yu, my master and I were locked up in Iron Mountain Detention Manor for the past three days. We just got released!"

"What? You two got thrown in the slammer?"

"Sigh! It's a long story. Please help me handle things at the hospital for now. I'll explain it all to you later."

"..."

Perhaps Uncle Yu knew it wasn't convenient for me to talk right now, so he didn't press further.

He said he would go explain things to the hospital director shortly and