'She couldn't bear the thought of being an invalid for three whole years.'
Just needing help to use the restroom or eat was mortifying for An Jin. She had been independent for a combined forty years across two lifetimes.
"Are there any cheap elixirs in the system? Something that can heal me up a little? At least enough to get out of bed and walk normally?" she asked. She tried to push herself up with arms as limp as noodles, but a searing pain, like her wound was tearing open, shot through her waist and abdomen.
"Hiss!" The color drained from An Jin's face. She gasped, and large beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
Mirror Mirror quickly and anxiously cried out, "Master, don't move around for now! You have to be good and listen to the doctor! I'll go check the store for you right now!"
