"You're not imposing on us at all," Yu Jinqi said, putting away his healer's bag and pulling out several more herbs to mix into a medicinal soup. "This will taste bitter, but you're to drink it all. It's to help ward off the issues that come with bed rest," he said firmly, passing over the soup and watching Fang Lin drink it down.
"No one feels like you're imposing on them with this delay," the alchemist explained, retrieving the bowl from Fang Lin and ignoring the sour expression the other man made at the soup's taste. "I'm spending the time studying for my exams and practicing my concocting. Wu Ling is studying a new art, Su Xiang is studying her new manual, Zhang Buyan is adjusting to his increased cultivation and Jin Wuya won't be able to use her hand effectively for at least another ten to fifteen days. Everyone needs this time, not just you."
