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Braids brought over some water in a coarse porcelain bowl since there wasn't a cup.

"Here, hold on for a sec, I'll prop up the pillow," Braids placed the bowl on a table next to her, then helped Ye Tian sit up and leaned his pillow against the headboard, slowly laying him down, "Here, drink some water. Oh, I forgot, open your mouth."

It only then occurred to her that Ye Tian was a patient and couldn't use his hands, so Braids simply brought the bowl to his lips.

The water was sweet and tasty, making Ye Tian wonder if it was some kind of special drink.

"Humph, tastes good, right? Don't drink too much, be careful not to wet the bed."

The old monk walked in from outside, calling him old might be a stretch as he was only middle-aged at most, with not many wrinkles on his face.

Swallowed unexpectedly by a moment of choking, Ye Tian felt like speaking but didn't know exactly what to say, his throat still smoky and the water he just drank hadn't quite settled down.