The two were not acquainted, but the young man's face was unbelievably familiar, having seen each other around daily. However, the young man did not seem to be in good condition. His face was pale, his eyes devoid of energy. He put one hand against the wall. It seemed like he had to do that, otherwise he would not even be able to stand up straight.
"Like you, Li Shizhen's skin," Li Bai said.
Bian Que restrained the angry Li Shizhen as he advised, "Don't be angry. Don't stoop to the same level as a patient."
Li Shizhen glared viciously at Mo Fei, who waved her hands to absolve herself of any blame.
Li Bai waved to him. Li Xianyu made his way over and stood by the bedside, supporting himself against the wall.
Li Bai sat up with some difficulty and looked at him as he muttered, "On the verge of death, I managed to sit up. With a smile, may I know where you are from?"
