Slowly, Wu Ling walked across the muddy battlefield to the drier area where Yu Jinqi tended to the group's most severely injured members. Jin Wuya had regained consciousness but had expended all of her energy and slumped heavily against a nearby rock. Fang Lin's complexion was ghostly pale and his face still showed signs of pain but his breathing was at least steady and his pulse was strong.
"Brother Yu," Wu Ling said gently, kneeling next to the young man. "I should be congratulating you on your breakthrough, but right now, I need to know. How soon will Brother Fang wake? When he does, will he be able to walk?" Wu Ling didn't believe it was likely that Fang Lin would be walking any time soon, but he wasn't a healer. Before he assumed, he wanted to hear things directly from the young alchemist.
