"Come on, come on! Hey! Careful, careful, don't shove so hard. Your guts will get all tangled." Touzi gently helped Li Huowang onto the carriage and settled him down.
Then he buried his big, fat head into the compartment, rummaging around. "Hey, Hong Zhong, where did you all put that golden sore medicine? I can't seem to find it!"
Li Huowang silently stared at Touzi's back, his mind racing as he analyzed the current situation.
"Ah, found it!" Touzi pulled out a pack of golden sore medicine, pinched a bit between his fingers, and delicately dusted it onto Li Huowang's wound.
After treating the wound, Touzi clapped his hands and asked again, "You're seriously hurt—want to rest up a bit? I can cook some bird's nest and donkey-hide gelatin porridge to help you recover your blood and Qi."
"Why do you want Ji Lin on the throne? Is he with the Sitting Oblivion Path?" Li Huowang began to actively gather intelligence, searching for a way out of his predicament.
