CHAPTER 50 — "RECOVERY & QUIET TRAINING : THE THINGS WE DON'T SAY"
Recovery didn't happen all at once.
It came in fragments.
Days passed inside the recovery wing—days measured not by clocks, but by pain.
Bones knitted slowly beneath glowing formations, each pulse of healing energy bringing sharp reminders of how badly they had been broken. Meridians were re-aligned thread by thread, like fragile glass veins being reforged under heat. Pain dulled into a constant ache—manageable, but never forgotten.
Sleep came in short intervals.
Dreams came in longer ones.
Some woke screaming.Some woke silent.Some woke staring at the ceiling, remembering the sound of something heavy breathing behind them.
Ling Yifan was the first to stand again.
Not fully healed.Not even close.
But he stood.
Just Pushing his body to extreme limits.
