Stoneborn's arrival gave the Zhou family's child a playmate. The boy was rather shy, so Stoneborn took the lead in bringing him out to play.
But those days lasted only two days.
That day, Hu Kuangming came to the temple again to examine the Zhou family's child in his room. After a brief examination and a check of his pulse, he stood up with a smile.
"There's nothing seriously wrong anymore. All he needs now is to go home and recuperate properly. In six months to a year, he should be back to his old self. I don't expect any lasting complications."
"Thank you, doctor!"
The Zhou couple thanked him sincerely. Hu Kuangming waved a hand slightly, then turned to the man standing nearby and cupped his hands toward Yi Shuyuan.
"My thanks to you as well, Mr. Yi, for lending a hand!"
"That isn't quite right. It was you and everyone at the temple before me who stabilized his condition, Physician Hu. I wouldn't dare claim the credit!"
"You're as modest as ever, sir."
Yi Shuyuan laughed at that. In truth, he was quite proud; he simply preferred to stick to the facts.
The Zhou family were not the only ones in the room who breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone at the temple who had been following the matter did too, and even Chi Qinghu, a martial artist from another country, smiled.
When they first saw the child, even the martial artists had felt a chill run through them. He had practically been a walking skeleton. Seeing him recover now was heartening.
People always delighted in seeing goodness in the world.
A great weight also fell from Shao Zhen's heart. After all, however firmly the Zhou family refused to believe it, the trouble had indeed begun because of