After eating lunch, Fu Shen noted that Yan Xiaohan was in a bad mood, and thus persuaded him into taking a nap. After he woke up, they both went out to seek the doctor from yesterday for a checkup on him.


    Kuangfeng City couldn’t compare with the county cities in the capital’s outskirts, only having one or two reputable medical facilities. That human-skin mask of Fu Shen’s had been applied by Du Leng; he wasn’t able to put it back on after peeling it off, so the doctor simply couldn’t recognize him at all when he came in in the morning. “Why didn’t that young brother from last night come?” he asked, a good bit of curious. “He entrusted this patient to you?”