The next morning, Gao Xin slowly awoke.
Before he even opened his eyes, he smelled a strong medicinal odor and almost believed he had been awakened by the fumes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself wrapped in a thick layer of black mud heavy with the smell of medicine.
It was a huge plaster that submerged everything below his head, wrapping him tight like a rice dumpling.
However, Gao Xin did not feel constricted, and inside it was hollow, having already formed a shell.
With a little effort, he broke out of the shell and sat up.
Gao Jiaoji and Yao Junyan were right beside him, immediately coming over with concern, "Child, you've finally awakened. How are your wounds?"
"Don't worry, I'm completely healed; I didn't mean to make you worry," Gao Xin replied, his eyes curving into a smile.
His injuries had been severe, and waking up to find his parents caring for him was a wonderful thing indeed.
