It seems impossible that he slept for an entire month and didn't die, but the sorrow in Lan Tian's eyes tells him it's the truth.
"I brought his medicine," Wan Mi announces as she walks inside the room. She gasps when she sees Wu Yun sitting up on the bed and almost drops the tray carrying a steaming bowl of foul medicine.
Lan Tian takes the bowl from her, and sits down on the bed next to Wu Yun. He takes a spoonful of medicine and blows on it before extending it to Wu Yun. "It's best to drink while it's hot."
Wu Yun takes an uncertain sip and cringes at the sour taste. "It's bitter."
Lan Tian smiles. "Good medicine tastes bitter."
Wu Yun downs another spoonful and grimaces again. "You drink it, then."
Wan Mi sighs. "He was much nicer when he was sleeping."
Wu Yun takes the bowl from Lan Tian's hands and drinks it all at once, almost scalding his tongue. "I can see the featherless chicken didn't miss me."
