In early summer, the mountain forest was lush and delightful. A creek flowed merrily by the base of a mountain.
With a splash, a wooden prong emerged from the water, with a wriggling fish on the other end.
"The fish isn’t big. It must have just been born," commented Lei Zhonglian to Miss Jun, who was arranging a plush cushion underneath a tree.
The little stove gurgled as it emitted heat. At the moment, it was being used to steep tea. In a moment, it would be used to steep medicine.
Fang Chengyu was not sitting down like before. Instead, he was propped on crutches and standing beneath the tree.
"Let go of the crutches, and support yourself with the tree and exercise slowly." Miss Jun was arranging the food they had just bought from the small town onto the cushions.
Fang Chengyu showed some hesitation.
"But that doesn’t look good," he protested.
Miss Jun laughed and turned to look at him.
