The fire was burning strongly, and Yang Yi slept soundly. He knew that someone would often come into the room at night to add wood to his stove, but he didn't wake up all night because he was indeed very tired and also very weak.
The room was dark, but you could still see things in the light cast by the fire in the stove. Yang Yi reached for the switch by the bed to turn on the light, but it didn't come on.
Yang Yi sat up in bed, first pressing gently against the area around the incision through his clothing, feeling some pain. The surgical wound was healing well, but his frequent movements over the past few days had delayed the healing process.
After grabbing his watch from the bedside, Yang Yi looked at the time, only to be surprised to find that it was already ten o'clock in the morning, yet it was still pitch dark outside.
