"There are many like me poisoned, neither dead nor alive, stuck for decades, then dying in some cave, dying on some old bed."
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and said, "Yes, to be honest, I have indeed seen two people similar to you, senior. They too returned from the depths of Xianling Mountain, severely injured and poisoned like you.
They were bedridden for a dozen or twenty years just like you, but after my treatment, they have almost recovered."
The old man was surprised to hear this: "You said you've treated two people like me? Impossible. How could you have met them? Tell me their names, maybe I know them."
Ling Zhenfei said, "They are islanders, one named Watanabe Kazushi, the other Hoshino Yuji."
After Ling Zhenfei said this, the old man angrily threw his wine cup to the ground and yelled, "Those two island scoundrels! How could you save them? Hoshino Yuji maybe, but that Watanabe Kazushi is truly despicable."
