Sheng Shijing finished dressing Jiang Ruihao's wounds, then took out a small porcelain bottle. "Sir, these are Qi Replenishing Pills and Heart Protection Pills. Take one of each."
"Sheng Shijing, this backpack of yours is really practical. It holds a ton, but it isn't bulky at all."
"It is. Jiaojiao made it. She insisted that I always carry some medicine and food with me.
Sir, are you feeling any better? How about some beef jerky and a drink?"
"Alright. I'm much better now. If I'd been this badly injured in the past, I probably wouldn't have lasted until the rescue team arrived!"
"Sir, you'll be fine. Shuo Ci said these Qi Replenishing Pills and Heart Protection Pills were made by Divine Doctor Su Gu himself. As long as you're still breathing, they can protect your heart..."
Sheng Shijing rambled on, and his words lit a spark of hope in Jiang Ruihao.
