Owen helped Ah Dai sit up and brought the prepared ginger soup to his lips. Upon seeing Owen, Ah Dai's eyes welled up, and without caring about the soup, he gave Owen a tight hug, crying, "Uncle, uncle, Ah Dai is dead, Ah Dai is dead."
Owen's eyes reddened too. He put the ginger soup aside, patted Ah Dai's back, and comforted him, "Ah Dai isn't dead. Your uncle has brought you back from the sea. Be good; drink some ginger soup first."
Ah Dai choked and let go of Owen. In Owen's caring gaze, he asked, "Uncle, I really didn't die?"
Owen gave a faint smile, pinched Ah Dai's arm and asked, "Did that hurt?"
Ah Dai grimaced and nodded, "It hurts."
Owen laughed, "If it hurts, that's right. If you feel pain, you haven't died. You really gave your uncle quite a fright. Be good, drink some ginger soup first, then rest well, and you'll be fine tomorrow." Owen picked up the ginger soup, blew off the steam, and gently spoon fed Ah Dai.