「One day later, at the Medicine Hall.」
Zhang Qing slowly woke, stirring slightly on the bed. He felt a deep ache in his muscles and bones. Hissing through his teeth, he rubbed his head and sat up.
Just then, he heard a nagging voice drone on:
"So, the kid's awake?"
"Tsk, tsk. You're a lucky one. Found yourself a good big brother. This injury wasn't a huge deal, but it did damage your muscles and bones. I used plenty of good herbs on you—the kind to nourish your tendons and temper your bones. That's why your body has recovered so much."
"That little treatment just cost you at least half a year's salary."
"But Ji the kid said this debt counts as a work-related injury. It'll be covered by the Medicine Hall's accounts, so it's not coming out of your pocket."
"You were out for a full day and night. Now that you've absorbed the medicine, your blood has nourished your tendons. You have a foundation now. You can start circulating your Force and tempering your Qi and Blood."
