Slowly, he started to get up, only to fall back down as an electrical pain shot down his shoulder. Ah, his shoulder wound had still barely healed. Xiajun patted at it, and realized it had been bandaged, courtesy of the nurse, no doubt. He realized he had yet to thank her.
Just then, someone came running up to his bed, an expression of pure concern on her face.
"Miss Rong." Xiajun nodded to acknowledge her presence.
"Oh, I heard what happened," she cried as she sat on the edge of his bed, her face red. "How could someone do such a thing to you!? You're a guest; I should've asked the villagers to be kind to you. I don't know how this happened. I'm so, so, so sorry-"
"Right, right. That's enough."
She wiped a hand over her eyes, sniffing. "Oh, by the way, I brought my husband along." She pointed to someone standing far away near the door, someone Xiajun only seemed to be noticing now. "Took me a lot to convince him. Junjie!"
