"The Martial Champion has suffered some internal injuries. He might need about a month of rest to recover!"
Xia Tingfeng was somewhat worried but said after a moment of contemplation, "When will he wake up?"
The Imperial Physician chuckled. "The Martial Champion is merely exhausted, drifting between consciousness and sleep. He should awaken by early tomorrow morning!"
Xia Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening considerably. "Then I must trouble the Imperial Physician."
The Imperial Physician chuckled. "It is no trouble. This is merely my duty."
After speaking, the Imperial Physician wrote out a prescription, gave a few more instructions, and then departed.
Xia Tingfeng immediately ordered someone to decoct the medicine.
About half a Shi Chen later, after Tiger had taken the medicine and had his wounds dressed, he was sent back.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Physician departed, carrying his medicine chest.
