Thought
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
At noon, in front of the medicinal hall.
"Zhu Yue, go home first! Remember you still owe me money, I will ask for it in the future when I drop by." Feng Jiu patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
"You're really not leaving? Are you sure you will be alright staying here?" Zhu Yue asked, a little worried.
"I'll be fine, the seniors here take good care of me. Also, since I'm an idler and often travel about, there's nothing wrong with me staying here for ten over days. But your body hasn't recovered yet, on your way back in the carriage you can heal your injuries."
"Alright then! You must be careful." After hearing Feng Jiu's words, he had no choice but to leave. After all, he couldn't afford to offend the people in the medicinal hall and there wasn't much he could do to help if he had stayed.
"Go, you don't have to worry about those people, it's been sorted and they won't bother you again."
"Well, I'll be leaving then."