On this day, Chen Qing practiced several sets of his fist forms. Beads of sweat soon trickled down his temples.
He casually wiped the sweat away and walked over to Sun Shun, his face showing a perfectly calibrated expression of concern. "Brother Sun, Junior Brother Qin's injuries... Have they gotten any better?"
Sun Shun was wiping down the weapons rack. He paused at the words and sighed heavily. "He's awake, but his condition... Ugh, it's not looking good."
His brow furrowed, and he lowered his voice. "That Gao Sheng was clearly aiming to kill. Junior Brother Qin is lucky just to be alive. His major tendons... they're severed! Forget a full recovery; right now, he can barely even get out of bed to walk."
"It's... it's that serious?"
Sorrow and disbelief instantly filled Chen Qing's face. "But didn't Master say he'd spare no expense to heal Junior Brother Qin?"
