Around three in the morning.
The Prime Minister's wife, along with their children and grandchildren, appeared in the inn room.
Seeing the Prime Minister fast asleep, the wife's eyes welled up with tears.
Earlier, a guard had returned home reporting that the Prime Minister had met a divine physician who had cured his illness.
He had even started calling for food, devouring three large bowls of rice and a roasted chicken in one sitting.
The wife had initially thought the guard was joking, but upon arriving here, she discovered it was all true!
Whether the illness was completely cured or not aside, the matter of the three bowls of rice and the roasted chicken was indeed real!
Not only that.
Previously, the Prime Minister could only sleep for short intervals at night before being woken by excruciating pain, suffering torment night after night.
The steward had mentioned that the Prime Minister had slept until now without waking up in pain even once!
Even if the illness wasn't fully healed, a large part of it was gone!
The wife dared not even hope for the Prime Minister's complete recovery; if he could just stop suffering like this, she would be eternally grateful!
"Right, where is the divine physician?" With her heart at ease, the wife asked the steward.
The divine physician had bestowed a life-saving grace; it would be improper for the Prime Minister's mansion not to show some appreciation.
"Madam, the divine physician has already departed," the steward truthfully recounted the events.
The wife was filled with reverence upon hearing this.
Unseeking fame or fortune, dedicating oneself to saving lives.
This was the true exemplar of a physician!
"Then... did the divine physician mention anything about subsequent treatment?" The wife remembered something and quickly asked again.
"The divine physician's intention was that he had already recovered, and would only need a period of recuperation," the old steward replied honestly.
"You've also had a long night, go and rest," the wife waved her hand at the old steward. "Let the brothers outside also go and rest."
The steward acknowledged and left.
Only the Prime Minister's family remained in the room.
The wife sat by the bedside, gazing at the sleeping Prime Minister, tears streaming down her face.
"Mother, this is good news, please don't cry, it's bad for your health," the eldest son quickly consoled her.
"I am simply happy..." The wife wiped away her tears with a smile. "Your father has worked tirelessly for the Great Liang Dynasty his entire life; he did not deserve to suffer like this. Fortunately... everything is well now... all is well..."
The next day.
The wife, dozing by the bedside, was suddenly woken by a noise.
She opened her eyes and looked towards the bed.
Upon seeing it, she instantly sobered up!
The Master was gone?
No.
It wasn't that the Master was gone; the bed had collapsed...
"Master!"
"Father!"
The wife and children were startled and rushed to help the Prime Minister.
At the Prime Minister's age, what would a fall like this do?
If the Prime Minister were to suffer any serious harm from this fall, they would have no end with this inn!
They had used a shoddy bed to endanger a guest; they must be held accountable!
"I'm fine," the Prime Minister said, pushing himself up with the bed frame.
The wife and children, frightened, quickly examined him and breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming he was not injured.
"Master, how are you feeling now?" the wife asked cautiously.
Although the Prime Minister had appeared fine from last night until now, her heart was still unsettled.
She feared that all this newfound well-being was only temporary...
"The divine physician is truly too incredible!" The Prime Minister exclaimed as he retrieved his clothes from under the bed. "I feel incredibly light all over, full of vigor! It's as if I've returned to my twenties or thirties."
The wife breathed another sigh of relief.
In her opinion, the Prime Minister's mention of returning to his twenties or thirties was an exaggeration, but it seemed he had indeed recovered by more than half.
"My dear, I'm not exaggerating," the Prime Minister said, putting on his clothes and placing his hand on the bed curtain rod. "I feel full of strength, I could even go to the battlefield now..."
"Crash!"
Before the Prime Minister could finish speaking, the bed frame completely fell apart...
The eldest son became even angrier!
This inn was simply too much!
How dare they use a bed of such poor quality for guests to sleep on?!
Moreover, we had announced our identities when we arrived last night, and knowing the Prime Minister was here, they still dared not replace the bed?!
They would definitely be held accountable!
The Prime Minister stared blankly at the wooden splinters in his palm, lost in thought.
He recalled supporting himself with his palm on the bed board when getting up, and then the bed collapsed.
However, looking at the cross-section of the curtain rod, it didn't seem like it had been used for too long or was poorly made.
And he hadn't used much strength just now; it shouldn't have been enough to crush the bed frame.
"I think something has changed within my body," the Prime Minister muttered, walking towards the center of the room.
As he walked, he stretched his limbs.
Swinging his arms, turning his neck.
"Master?"
"Father?"
The wife and children stared, dumbfounded.
What was going on?
After a brief moment of stunned silence, they quickly followed.
They were afraid the Prime Minister might get excited and try to perform some martial arts routine...
With his old bones, if he were to do that, he'd surely injure himself...
The Prime Minister felt a peculiar sensation.
He had felt a warm current within him earlier, as if he possessed inexhaustible strength.
Now, after getting out of bed, this feeling was even more intense!
His body felt itchy and numb, compelling him to move.
Let's get a warm-up in.
With that thought, the Prime Minister tiptoed.
"Whoosh—!"
"Crash—!"
With a slight exertion of his toes, the Prime Minister shot away and disappeared from his family's astonished gaze...
A large hole appeared in the roof, scattering wooden fragments and tiles on the ground...
The eldest son, the first to recover, quickly ran to the spot below the hole and looked up.
Before he could see clearly, a pile of wood shavings and brick fragments rained down again...
Terrified screams echoed from the floor above, and it sounded like more than just the first floor...
"Quick, find Father!" the eldest son shouted and ran out.
A few minutes later, they finally succeeded in finding the Prime Minister.
The inn had five floors, and the Prime Minister was currently stuck at the roof of the fifth floor...
His head and neck were outside the roof, while his body dangled inside the fifth floor...
With one light leap, he had punched through the roofs of several floors...
It wasn't that he couldn't get down, but rather that he was still in a state of utter bewilderment.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
...
"Quick, save Father!" the children cried out and ran towards the Prime Minister.
The guards found various tools, and preparations began for a rescue operation from both above and below the roof.
However, they couldn't understand.
The Prime Minister was fine, so how did he end up stuck on the roof?
What exactly happened?
"I'm fine," hearing the commotion, the Prime Minister waved his hand at his children from the roof.
However, only his head and neck were outside the roof; his body below the neck was still dangling in the fifth floor.
A guard climbed up the ladder, pondering as he ascended.
Regardless of who threw the Prime Minister out, at his age, such a ordeal might have cost him his life.
It seemed their Prime Minister's mansion would be holding a funeral feast.
Just as he thought this, he saw the Prime Minister's right hand move slightly...
The guard's heart sank!
Holy cow!
He's come back from the dead!
With a tremor in his heart, his foot slipped, and the guard tumbled down...
If he hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed the ladder mid-fall, he would have at least ended up with paralysis...