C122 Permian

"Yes." Zhao Qingyan grunted as her eyelids twitched. Then, with great effort, she opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings.

The room was not luxurious, but it did not look like an inn's room. The burnt clothes on his body had been replaced by a clean set of white undergarments. The pain from the wounds was accompanied by a slight coolness. It was obvious that he had used medicine