Badly wounded, Sun Tsʻê was borne to his home. They sent to call the famous physician, Hua Tʻo, but he was far away and could not be found. However, a disciple of his came and the wounded man was committed to his care. “The arrowheads were poisoned,” said the physician, “and the poison has penetrated deep. It will take a hundred days of perfect repose before danger will be past. But if you give way to passion or anger the wounds will not heal.” Sun’s temperament was hasty and impatient and the prospect of such a slow recovery was very distasteful. However, he remained quiet for some twenty of the hundred days. Then came a messenger from the capital and he insisted on seeing and questioning him. “Tsʻao Tsʻao fears you, my lord, very greatly,” said the messenger, “and his advisers have exceeding respect for you; all except Kuo Chia.” “What did he say?” asked the sick chieftain. The messenger remained silent, which only irritated his master and caused him to demand to be told. So the messenger had to speak the truth. He said, “The fact is Kuo Chia told Tsʻao Tsʻao that he need not fear you, that you were frivolous and unready, impulsive and shallow, just a stupid swaggerer who would one day come to his death at the hands of some mean person.” This provoked the sick man beyond endurance. “How dare he say this of me, the fool!” cried Sun Tsʻê. “I will take the capital from Tsʻao, I swear.” It was no more a question of repose. Ill as he was he wanted to begin preparations for an expedition at once. They remonstrated with him, reminded him of the physician’s orders and urged him to rest. “You are risking your priceless self in a moment’s anger,” said Chang Chao. Then arrived Chʻên Chên, the messenger from Yüan Shao, and Sun would have him brought in. He said. “My master wishes to ally himself with Wu in an attack on Tsʻao Tsʻao.” Such a proposal was just after Sun’s heart. At once he called a great meeting of his officers in the wall tower and prepared a banquet in honour of the messenger. While this was in progress he noticed many of his captains whispering to each other and they all began to go down from the banquet chamber. He could not understand this and enquired of the attendants near him what it meant. They told him that Saint Yü had just gone by and the officers had gone down to pay their respects to him. Sun Tsʻê rose from his place and went and leaned over the railing to look at the man. He saw a Taoist priest in snowy garb leaning on his staff in the middle of the road, while the crowd about him burnt incense and made obeisance. “What wizard fellow is this? Bring him here!” said Sun. “This is Yü Chi,” said the attendants. “He lives in the east and goes to and fro distributing charms and draughts. He has cured many people as everybody will tell you, and they say he is a saint. He must not be profaned.”