"Come, come, come, hey! Be careful, be careful, go slowly, don't tie the intestines into a knot." Touzi carefully helped Li Huowang to the carriage and seated him.
Immediately after, he buried his fat head inside the carriage and began rummaging through it. "That Hong Zhong, where did you guys put the golden sore medicine? I can't seem to find it."
Li Huowang silently watched Touzi's back, rapidly analyzing the current situation in his mind.
"Ah— found it!" Touzi took out a packet of golden sore medicine and with the tip of his finger squeezed it together, gently dabbed a small amount, and sprinkled it finely over Li Huowang's wound.
After treating the wound, Touzi clapped his hands and asked again, "So, with such a serious injury, do you want to rest for a bit? I can cook you some bird's nest and donkey-hide gelatin porridge to replenish your blood and energy."