Everyone in the North knew that Xiao Yan's military camp was purer than the Buddhist hall - until Chu Ying rode a toad and rushed into the martial arts arena: "Brother Pancake! I've cured your horse's anal fistula! The diagnosis fee is three thousand taels!"
Xiao Yan crushed the eighteenth teacup: "Article 7 of the Ten Bans in the Military Camp! It is forbidden to feed poisons..."
"But the leech is a medical fairy!" She pulled open the lapel of his clothes, and the blood leeches were performing exercises to rehabilitate the arrow wounds.
He stared at the squirming mass on his chest: "... Is this doctor-patient ambiguity?"
