63 Chapter 63: Venting My Anger (1/2)

We arrive at the island not too long later after taking the fleets of agile ships. I stand on deck, pondering how I should avenge.

We storm in, bloodily trashing everything around, arresting one and all. I stand before the sinful Medicine Elder. No amount of words could exact my livid hatefulness.

I kick the Medicine Elder against the wall, waking her from her poison. I pull out the case of poisons, inspecting all the pills and description.

”This will do,” I smirk at the nasty poison she made.

She'll have a taste herself. I pop it into her mouth as she howls in pain, her skin tearing away.

I watch without an ounce of pity.

” You brought this on yourself,” I spit with disdain.

I turn away as the witch is on her last breaths.

”We're all done here, your majesty,” Commander Yang reports.

”Good, we're leaving.”

I sail back, lost in thought as the wind rustles my hair. My heart aches as I think of XiaoLong in bed. I furrow my brows. Are we there yet?

It seemed so much longer on the way back. I dash off back into the room, hoping that XiaoLong woke up.

I slam open the door and hurry to his side. However, I'm greeted with the same sight. My heart sinks and I close the door. I sigh.

Knock, knock!

”Come in.”

The elderly doctor walks into the room. I scootch over, letting him check XiaoLong's pulse. He pulls out a small bottle of ointment, as I uncover XiaoLong's wounds.

We silently work together, apply the ointment.

”These wounds will fully heal in the next week,” he prescribes, ”As for the coma, he will wake up as they heal.”

”So, sometime this week?” I confirm.

”Yes.”

My face brightens, thinking of XiaoLong recovering. The doctor smiles and walks out.

Unconsciously sleeping by XiaoLong's bed, I feel myself being lifted into the air… wait, in the air? What? I rub my drowsy eyes and look up.

”XiaoLong! You should lie down! You're not healed yet!”