It was already dark by the time Zhao Lin saw the doctor off.
Returning to the room, he saw his older brother lying dazedly on the bed, with his father and mother looking after him.
"How's my brother?"
Zhao Lin walked to the bedside and touched his brother's forehead. It was burning hot against his hand; he definitely had a fever.
"Your brother has a strong constitution. He can pull through."
Mr. Zhao said in a heavy voice, then sighed. "How exactly did you get tangled up with those bandits?"
Mrs. Zhao added, "Lin'Er, explain everything. Your father and I will help you figure something out. If it comes to it, we can sell our land to pay them off and apologize."
"This can't be settled with money…"
Zhao Lin gave a bitter smile and recounted the whole story: how he had gone hunting in the mountains at the beginning of the year, been ambushed by robbers, and ended up killing the bandits.
