"Let me see you off, sir."
"No need, I'm not that fragile."
After Zhang Yang left, Su Mu walked into the bamboo grove and didn't come out until near dusk. Then, Su Mu solemnly closed the clinic's door and turned to leave in the direction of the city gate.
In Wine Dust Lane, Su Mu staggered step by step. After only walking about thirty to fifty steps, he was already panting heavily and could only stop to lean against the wall of a house to catch his breath.
Although the bones in his body had mostly healed, the meridians that had been corroded by Yin Sha Qi had not recovered. Coupled with the self-operating Pill Force, every step Su Mu took was extremely difficult, and each lift and fall of the foot caused intense pain throughout his body.
"Looks like I need to take a cart."
Su Mu seemed somewhat helpless. When he saw a grandfather and grandson leading an ox cart coming his way, he waved at them. The two showed a puzzled expression as they approached.
