Stunned by Zhang Hongxing

Where am I?

Am I already dead?

Jiang Guozheng struggled to open his eyes. He saw an antique wooden bed, and when he looked beyond it, he found an old immortal with snow-white hair and a beard, yet a ruddy complexion, smiling at him.

"O-old immortal..."

"I'm no immortal, and you aren't dead."

"I'm not dead!" Jiang Guozheng propped himself up and looked around. "Then where am I? Where's my son?"

"This is the Jade Treasure Hall. Your son brought you all the way here and wore himself out. He's sleeping in the outer room now. Here, drink this bowl of Medicinal Congee. You'll have your strength back once you do."

Physician Xu handed him a bowl of warm congee. Jiang Guozheng took it and thanked him.

The Medicinal Congee gave off an exceptionally enticing aroma. Already ravenous, Jiang Guozheng could hardly resist. He immediately picked up the spoon and began gulping it down.

"Eat slowly. Eating too fast isn't good for you."

"Sorry you had to see that. I haven't had an appetite like this in a long time."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I've seen plenty of people in your condition. Your illness is cured, and you'll have plenty of days with a healthy appetite ahead of you. All right, keep eating. Just leave the bowl on the table when you're done. I'll step out now."

My illness is cured!

How is that possible!

Jiang Guozheng froze, so stunned that he failed to utter a single response even as Physician Xu walked out.

Dozens of renowned specialists had declared his illness incurable, yet someone had suddenly come along and told him, "Your illness is cured," as casually as could be.

As though it were as simple as burping or passing gas.

How could anyone believe something like