Although blind, disfigured, burned with scorched skin and flesh, body covered with wounds, after Chan Zi woke up, his reaction was quite calm, he took a sip of soup and smacked his lips,
"Hmm? This meat tastes off? Is it really snake stew?"
Then he heard Chen Xuantian beside him say,
"Oh oh, it's bear. I caught a bear and threw it in the pot."
Chan Zi was curious,
"Bear? But the bear that Master caught was tough, old, and fishy? This meat is quite fatty, like pork, doesn't even seem fishy at all..."
"Hey, now that you mention it... You guessed it. It's pork! Here, have another piece of tendon!"
"Ugh—"
Chan Zi listened to the commotion next door from the patients,
"What's wrong with him? Why does he keep vomiting?"
Chen Xuantian served him another bowl,
"No problem, no problem, he ate too much, got internal injuries, everyone who's weak reacts like this.
