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"Ning Zhuo, it's strange that you survived after being handled by that cult."  General Gongsun was seated on Ning Zhuo's pallet as the Taishou towns doctor was palpating Ning Zhuo's wrist.

The doctor made a sound with his tongue in disgust as the shallow cuts all around Ning Zhuo's chest had just been bandaged properly by the physician.  Ning Zhuo had regained consciousness quickly, but he had felt extremely weak.  He burned with fever that only now with the medications from the physician were slowing down enough the pounding in his head for him to have a coherent conversation with anyone.

"Strange that he survived?  It's a miracle.  He was obviously thrown off a cliff due to your negligence.  Where is the great general I hear about whom treats his men well?  Here are you playing with the lives of your new recruits.  I am only here due to my interest in who could survive the cesspit of those rebels."

"Physician, I understa