At three in the morning, when all was still, the hallway was quiet, with only an orange lamp piercing the darkness.
In the sickroom, the person sleeping soundly in bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked over to the bed opposite. The person lying there breathed long, fine, and steady breaths even in deep sleep. Lan Tian moved and stood at Mo Junhua's bedside, watching him for a few seconds before quickly applying a sleeping spell.
He removed the plaster cast from his leg, slowly felt from his bare foot up to his knee, and once done, Lan Tian had a clear idea in his mind.
The situation was not serious. The bone-setting doctor at the hospital had skilled hands; the setting was well done. Lan Tian did not need to reset the bones; applying some ointment would suffice. If only he knew how to make pills, a Vitality Pill would heal him in seconds.
