It's another uneventful day. After a few days of recuperation, Ye Jiumu's body basically returned to normal, and Qi Weidong could take a few steps with the help of Xue Buli. Although he always smiled happily and said he had a blessing in disguise, showing no concern about losing an arm when visited by everyone, even Pei Yan could see the loneliness hidden in his eyes.
At dinner, Ye Jiumu, whose face was still pale from blood loss, gulped down the pig blood soup specially prepared for him by the cafeteria, along with fried pork liver and stewed beef brisket, adhering to the principle of replenishing what was lost. Seeing his appetite return greatly, everyone's hearts eased. Now, the only trace left from that epic battle is a faint, long scar below his neck, though healed, the scar remains.
