Since the Golden-faced Imperial Censor wanted to follow along, Situ Jing naturally did not refuse. He stood up and strode out, Lu Qing followed closely behind, and Zhu Yu took a few steps before realizing that Yan Daoxin was still sitting there motionless.
Fu Wen and Fu Lu also noticed, but the two of them didn't seem surprised by the situation.
Fu Wen nudged Fu Lu, "You go."
Fu Lu nodded, walked over to Yan Daoxin without saying a word, reached out to pick him up from the chair, and started walking out.
Yan Daoxin flailed for a moment and snapped awake. He quickly patted Fu Lu's arm, signaling to let him go, and only then did Fu Lu release him, allowing Yan Daoxin's feet to touch the ground again.
Fu Wen, walking beside Zhu Yu, knew she was surprised and whispered to her, "Chief Historian, don't mind. The Divine Doctor has always acted in a unique manner, not to be understood by normal standards. We've all become accustomed to it."
