The Flattering One-Two Punch

The Apothecary responsible for Lin En's treatment in the healing ward nearly lost his soul when he heard that Lin En had been carried back in an iron coffin. He hurried over to confirm several times whether Reverend Lin En was actually dead.

Thus, the Astartes were forced to explain to the Apothecary several more times that Reverend Lin En was perfectly fine. He had merely fallen asleep during the psychic healing ritual.

The Apothecary: "?"

Only after examining Lin En's vital signs repeatedly did he finally believe it.

That was terrifying. He had nearly thought Lin En's military registration was about to dissolve like butter too.

Why would someone be carried back in an iron coffin just because he fell asleep during a psychic ritual?! Take a look yourselves—isn't this ominous?!

The guarding Astartes were speechless at his picking a fight.

If you're so good with words, why don't you go say that to Librarian Tigurius?

The guarding Astartes turned around and left, returning to their posts.

The Apothecary glanced at Reverend Lin En again, confirming that his breathing was normal and steady.

Then he quietly left the ward and gently closed the door behind him.

After that, Lin En's days in the healing ward were practically like entering retirement ahead of time.

Tigurius and the others often came by to examine Lin En's brain. If everything was fine, they let him continue resting and observing his condition. If he remained fine for a few more days, he would be discharged.

So Lin En followed the doctor's orders: eat, sleep, sleep, eat. When he grew bored, he took walks around the courtyard accompanied by his guards.

All the healing ward's meals were specially prepared by the Apothecary department's nutrition division and delivered to his room at fixed times