As soon as Yang Yunzhao opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling he didn't recognize, and the air was filled with the musty smell of grain that hadn't been ventilated in a long time. It seemed like he was in a warehouse, with no blanket under him, and his head hurt from resting on the hard surface. Maybe someone had hit him; then a fawning, chubby face appeared right in front of him.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, how are you feeling? Is your body any better?
It's me, it's me, I'm Xiao Chen. I made a bowl of fish soup for you, try it ~~"
Chan Zi shivered,
"Fatso, you're disgusting."
"Go munch on your biscuit! Come on, brother, drink this bowl of soup, your body will feel better, ah~~"
"Ugh—!"
Yang Yunzhao couldn't hold back for a moment and vomited a large puddle of black water, almost puking his bile as well.
Chen Xuantian smiled and gently rubbed his back, using his Inner Strength to dissolve the blood clots on Yang Yunzhao's back and resolve the palm force at the injury.
