Zhu Xiongying thought to himself that he could not delay any longer and had to fight quickly, otherwise he would be sorry for the wound on his shoulder.

The next moment, he coughed violently, and his face changed even more rapidly.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhu Xiongying coughing so badly, Xu Miaojin suddenly panicked.

After regaining his composure, he took a closer look and found that Master Lu, Mr. Qiao, was almost unconscious, his lips were white, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

"Master Lu, Master Lu..."

"water…"

Zhu Xiongying's voice was hollow and weak.

Xu Miaojin quickly reacted and took out the small carved jade bottle that he brought with him. It was not water, but some scented tea. This was a little habit of Xu Miaojin.

He put the mouth of the bottle to Zhu Xiongying's mouth and tried to pour it, but found that it was useless. No matter how much he poured, it would leak out.

Xu Miaojin has read some medical books and knows that injured people are most afraid of dehydration.

Gritting my teeth...

Xu Miaojin raised her head and took a sip of scented tea, then slowly moved closer to Zhu Xiongying...
Chapter completed!