"Hah'Er, eat up tonight. You'll need to keep plowing the fields next year." Seeing Hah'Er's limbs go limp as he walked, Shen Yibin's heart ached for him. He didn't envy Hah'Er's "blissful life" in the slightest anymore. Once, twice, or even three times was fine, but any more than that was just torture. It was practically a death sentence.
"Mmmph..." Hah'Er barely had the strength to speak, clinging tightly to Shen Yibin's leg just to shuffle along.
"Professor Wu, shouldn't we take Hah'Er for a check-up after he eats? Maybe he should take tomorrow off?" 'So it really is true—there's no such thing as an over-plowed field, only an exhausted bear.'
"In my experience, this is a perfectly normal reaction. He'll probably be fine tomorrow after a good night's rest," Professor Wu Gui said, nodding as he agreed to the check-up and reassured Shen Yibin.
