Two days later, the heavens were uncooperative; ten thousand silvery threads of rain streamed down from the skies, and droplets from the eaves formed beautiful beaded curtains.
Qin Wudao sat alone, waiting in the pavilion of the Imperial Physician's Office.
Today was the day Hua Tuo, Sun Simiao, and Zhang Zhongjing would attempt to break the Heavenly Dao's curse.
Inside the room, Guo Jia and Yuan Tiangang lay on their beds while Sun Simiao and Zhang Zhongjing examined them. Hua Tuo was on the side preparing medicine. Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was slightly oppressive.
Guo Jia, ever the optimist who had long since accepted the concepts of life and death, said with a smile, showing no hint of nervousness, "I say, esteemed Imperial Physicians, don't be so silent! You're making Lord Yuan and me a bit nervous. It's rather unsettling!"
