In May, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Ethan Bennett's injuries healed slowly. After he was able to move a little, he prescribed himself a lot of heat-clearing, detoxifying, analgesic and tissue-regenerating medicines. The doctor in Zhulu then realized that he had met a colleague, and a highly skilled one at that. He paid more attention to Ethan Bennett's injuries and daily expenses, and became more curious about his experiences.
But Ethan Bennett didn't want to mention any of the past. He didn't want to care about anything at the moment. He had a calm attitude, but seldom spoke. He just focused on eating and healing his wounds, like a wooden man without flesh and blood.
Liang Chuan never came to see him again. He later learned that this place was at the foot of Phoenix Mountain in the western suburbs of Yangzhou, very close to Jinling and not far from Penglai Villa.
Time passes by in the mountains. He has nothing to do and every day is the same. He suffers from pain day after day. His wounds have not yet healed fully and he still has difficulty getting out of bed, but more than a month has passed.
The summer lotus flowers were in full bloom. There was a canal not far from the bamboo hut. His room was monotonous. The doctor's apprentice picked some lotus flowers and put them into the basin in his room. A few elegant pink spots were floating on the water. Ethan Bennett stared blankly and sat against the head of the bed for half a day.
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