Yan Ningxiao tucked Fang Yun's arm beneath the quilt and said, "Keep resting. You should be able to get out of bed in a few days. I've already asked several Grand Academicians of the Craftsmen School to work together and rush out the best Mechanical Wheelchair currently possible."
At this, a flicker of amusement crossed Yan Ningxiao's eyes, while helplessness surfaced in Fang Yun's.
The modern wheelchair on the Saint Origin Continent had been invented by Fang Yun himself.
Yan Ningxiao said, "Our guess is that your body and Literary Palace suddenly had to bear an overwhelming amount of power, which left you in this state. Now that the most dangerous period is over, you needn't worry. Just focus on recovering. Since you're awake, I'll go ask the Medical School's Grand Academicians to come and use their Medical Books to help you recover quickly!"
Fang Yun blinked rapidly.
"No need to thank me. This is only what I ought to do. Lie still. I'll be right back."
Before long, Yan Ningxiao returned with two Grand Academicians of the Medical School. They treated Fang Yun with their powerful Medical Books, rapidly restoring his vitality. After the treatment, they took out spirit medicines made from divine substances to strengthen his foundations, replenish his blood, and nourish his vital energy, sparing none of these rare medicines that money simply could not buy.
Another day passed before Fang Yun could finally speak and move his hands and feet, but he still could not walk or mobilize his Literary Qi.
On the morning of the fourth day of his severe illness, Yan Ningxiao pushed a luxurious wheelchair out of the tent.
Fang Yun leaned against its back, a thick black snow-ferret fur blanket spread over his front, covering him snugly from head to toe. His