I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The doctor nodded, unsure whether to believe or not, and instructed He An, who was happily petting the cat, to restrain Fan Zhiyi from behind to prevent him from moving around later.

Fan Zhiyi watched as the doctor took out a thin, short blade, heated it over a fire, and, quite naturally, felt guilty, swallowing hard.

The doctor said, "If you're scared, you can close your eyes. You mustn't move during the surgery. Also, I'll use my spiritual power to slightly alleviate your pain, so there's no need to worry too much."

Even so, Fan Zhiyi still felt a little flustered for no reason and closed his eyes tightly without any politeness.

Now, even if you try to pry open my eyes with a crowbar, you can't.

Fan Zhiyi felt the blade press against his skin. He clenched his lips in fear, his mouth turned down, and then he let out a thunderous roar: "Aaaaah!"

The doctor said matter-of-factly, "It's all set. It's fine. It's good for you to let it out and release some tension."

So He An didn't gag Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi howled and screamed like a ghost. He An didn't know that someone could shout so loudly, and his voice was extremely penetrating.

Bing Nandong and the other disciples, who were at the Xue residence, also heard the commotion and stopped.

One of the disciples was puzzled: "What kind of evil spirit is this, that it is so ferocious?"

"I don't know."

Bing Nandong said, "Let's deal with the evil spirits here first."

"Yes."

Fan Zhiyi didn't know when he had fallen asleep from exhaustion. After treating the injuries, the doctor had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve, then took out a piece of paper from the medicine box he carried and began to write, instructing: "Don't move him for now, let him sleep. Besides these injuries, he is also weak from overwork. Also, he might have a fever tonight, so brew this medicine for him to drink. If it doesn't work, come find me immediately. One more thing, remember to change the dressing frequently; it's all left here."

He An accepted it: "Okay."

Seeing the doctor about to leave, He An gritted his teeth and asked, "Is his injury very serious?"

"It's not too serious, but it's not too minor either. Anyway, with proper rest, it will get better. If the wound worsens, we'll have to lose this arm."

After seeing the doctor off, He An looked at Lu Changfu, who was still standing at the door as if he were an outsider: "Aren't you going to go and see him?"

“I’ve been watching. Now that Zhiyi is alright, I’ll go back to the camp and wait for my senior brother, so he won’t be unable to find me when he returns.” Lu Changfu turned and left.

He An couldn't help but chase after him out of the room, saying to his retreating figure, "He's still a member of the Tianyun Sect, after all..."

Lu Changfu didn't say anything more, nor did he turn around to look at him again.

He An frowned and looked at Fan Zhiyi, only to see the black cat jump to his bedside and lick his face. He went over and picked up the black cat, saying, "Let him rest well."

In the middle of the night, Fan Zhiyi felt hot, unbearably hot, and his mind was hazy, but someone was holding him down, preventing him from kicking off the blankets, which made Fan Zhiyi somewhat angry.

Then he felt someone force-feed him another mouthful of bitter medicine, so bitter that he frowned and simply shut his mouth. The other person tried to persuade him but couldn't, and finally someone pinched his cheeks and forced him to drink it, and then stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.

He didn't know how many people were by his bedside, but they were talking. Their voices were far away and seemed faint, so Fan Zhiyi couldn't hear them clearly. He drifted off to sleep again.

When he woke up again, he felt sore all over. He sat up and looked around; he was still in the room nine thousand miles away. He felt pretty good, though his head was still a little dizzy.

The little black cat next to it closed its eyes and curled up into a ball, looking exceptionally well-behaved.

Upon waking up and seeing the cat, Fan Zhiyi was in a great mood and couldn't resist petting it. He was scratched by the cat's claws, and the little black cat licked its paws and leaped away through the half-open window.

Fan Zhiyi got out of bed and opened the window completely. The black cat was gone, but the weather outside was nice, with a clear blue sky, which made him feel good.

The bandages on his hands had been removed, and the wounds had all scabbed over with thick scars, twisting and turning haphazardly on his arms, looking so ugly it was annoying. Fan Zhiyi simply put down his sleeves and stopped looking at them.

He pushed open the door, about to say that no one was outside, but when he turned his head, he saw A-Yu staring blankly at the floor, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Little Fish!"

Ayu was also very excited to see him: "You're awake? I've been waiting for you for two days. I thought you wouldn't wake up."

Thank you, he's awake.

Why aren't you going inside? What are you doing here?

“Men and women are different. How can I stay in your room every day? I’m still a young girl who hasn’t married yet.” A-Yu circled around him a few times: “You look a little pale. I need to go and tell Bing Nan Dong right away.”

Fan Zhiyi was also going to find Bing Nandong, so the man and the ghost set off together.

Fan Zhiyi originally thought Bing Nandong would be at Tianyun Sect's camp, but after taking only a few steps, he saw Bing Nandong walking towards him with a bowl in his hand. So he stopped and waited for Bing Nandong to come over.

"Drink your medicine." Bing Nandong didn't waste any words and handed the bowl to Fan Zhiyi directly.

Fan Zhiyi looked down at the thick, dark medicine. The smell was pungent, and it seemed to be the same kind of medicine he had drunk while he was unconscious—both were bitter. Fan Zhiyi really didn't want to drink it.

Seeing Fan Zhiyi's reluctance, Bing Nandong glanced at him and asked, "Shall I force it down your throat?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi decided it would be better to send himself on his way. He picked up the bowl, closed his eyes, and gulped down the contents, only to grimace at the bitterness.

His mouth tasted terribly bitter, and he slurred, "I'll go back and get some water."

“No, drinking water will slow down the effects of the medicine,” Bing Nandong said somewhat awkwardly. “Give me your hand.”

"what?"

"Hand out."

Fan Zhiyi obediently extended his hand, and then Bing Nandong continued, "Open your palm."

He placed two candies in Fan Zhiyi's palm.

Fan Zhiyi vaguely remembered that every time he was forced to take medicine during his coma, he would be given a piece of candy, just like coaxing a child.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Why am I still 90,000 li away? You've been feeding me medicine these past few days." Bing Nandong, a senior disciple of the Tianyun Sect, shouldn't be traveling 90,000 li away so often.

As for him, Fan Zhiyi also figured it out: the original owner's reputation was already rotten, so why bother caring so much?

"Because the doctor said it's not convenient to move you for the time being, we'll wait until you wake up. Running out in this weather without an outer robe and with your hair all over the place, it might be one thing in Jiuwanli, but if you did that in Tianyun Sect, you'd be in for punishment by the Second Elder." With that, he shooed Fan Zhiyi into the room.

This kind of weather? Isn't it pretty good?

Fan Zhiyi dragged his feet listlessly, then suddenly straightened up and stared at Bing Nandong: "I heard from A Yu that I was unconscious for two days?"

"Correct."

"How is your injury?"

"I am not injured."