Daylight gradually broke.
The last vestiges of night dissipated.
A cool breeze stirred, sending plastic bags and cardboard boxes tumbling through the air.
A few Scavengers, carrying bags, rummaged through one trash can after another.
Occasionally, sanitation workers in their uniforms could be seen, sweeping the streets with their brooms.
A bus pulled away from its stop, beginning another busy day.
Small trucks set out on the road, bathed in the morning light…
Danqing Hall.
Chu Zhengxiong, Han Bin, and Mo Ya had just left.
The old man himself had come.
"How is he?"
Looking at Lin Yi, who lay in bed, still unconscious.
The old man's eyes were filled with worry.
Tang Qinru sighed softly. "His breathing was erratic, and his internal organs were damaged. I've already performed acupuncture on him. After a full night, his breathing has stabilized!"
The old man nodded lightly and walked to the bedside to look at Lin Yi.
Soon, his eyes began to fill with bloodshot veins.
