Outside Yu State City, at the foot of a deep mountain.
Shui Zhongyue felt an intense headache, as if his head was about to explode.
"What on earth is going on? Why has this young doctor been pushing the grinding stone next to the millstone all afternoon, making such strange noises?"
He rubbed his head with both hands, frowning slightly as he looked at An Jing in the distance conversing with a hunter, "I always feel there's something odd about this young doctor."
He felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. His entire brain felt foggy and heavy.
"Could it be the signs of deviating into madness due to the consecutive failures in breaking through the First Grade shackles recently?" Shui Zhongyue murmured to himself with a sinking heart.
Further away, beside the houses.
A donkey was pulling a grinding stone, occasionally making cheerful noises.