Everyone: "..."
Comfortable? We've just woken you up and you're already comfortable? How miraculous is this? If we didn't know better, we'd think you just had a great massage before sleeping...
"What exactly happened?"
Marshal Ma furrows his brows, thinking hard. Finally, he remembers, his face turns grave: "Wasn't I attacked? I remember being poisoned, how am I now... What exactly happened?"
Everyone: "..."
"Have you all gone dumb? Tongue-tied? Staring blankly with mouths wide open?"
Marshal Ma is quite pissed off. Turning around, he notices a stranger sitting by his brother's bed, snapping the latter's jaw shut with his hand.
Then follows the quick pricking of silver needles, one after another...
Followed by placing a hand on his pulse, silent and unmoving.
Ma Daocheng suddenly realises, so, a miracle doctor has arrived. Apparently, this miracle doctor just cured him, and is now treating his brother Ma Daogong.
"How is Ah Gong?"
