When the next morning arrived, the old doctor finally woke up at 6 in the morning and came out of his abode to check on his dying patient. He was surprised to see his patient awake and was even able to sit up regardless of his injuries and he himself was covered in wounds. At least that's how he saw it with the illusion Ye Xiajie had used on himself and allowed others what they wanted to see. In reality, he is seated on the wooden bed relaxed as if what is under him wasn't a piece of wood but instead a throne that is only for a king to sit on.
The old doctor checked on him in panic. "You're still alive? Ah, No! You are awake! Let me see your wounds. It is amazing that you are able to survive."
He pats the back of Ye Xiajie while smiling as he was indeed happy to survive from his deadly situation.
"You did great, boy! Good job in surviving! You didn't waste this old man's pill! Haha~"