Zhang Xiaohua lay on the Kang (heated brick bed) bored, staring at the ceiling. His right hand still ached, unable to move even the slightest bit. Healing from this injury was proving incredibly difficult, except for the delicious food he had been eating.
Zhang Xiaohu was still attentively pondering over his Liuhe Boxing skill on the ground. Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled; Second Brother had been learning this set of boxing skills for over a month now, so how could he still be so engrossed in it today? If it were him, it would never work; maybe that was just the difference between people.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside. Zhang Xiaohu stopped his practice and went to answer it. It turned out to be Li Jinfeng, the scholar who had come to see Zhang Xiaohua.
As soon as he entered, Li Jinfeng said, "I'm sorry, Xiao Hua. I had class in the morning and couldn't take leave. I came here as soon as I had some free time this afternoon. How are you feeling today?"
