「The next day.」
Nearly a month had passed since the battle with the Barbarians. For the common people, the lingering influence of the war had gradually faded. With the new year came new beginnings, and everyone slowly shifted their focus back to their work.
Everything was getting back on track.
Xiaofeng hadn't slept all night. Despite always claiming Qin Hao was a braggart and a liar, she had spent the entire night watching over him at his bedside. The man seemed to have no major issues, but his pale complexion never regained any color, and from time to time, he would cough up blood.
Her heart ached for him, but there was nothing she could do.
Early that morning, she prepared to contact some friends to take Qin Hao to the hospital. However, the presence of a stranger in the house was not something her family could fail to notice.
