Chicken soup still needs to be boiled for a while to bring out the taste and nutrients, and rice porridge is boiled quite quickly.

Zisu knew that this person was seriously injured, and in his current physical condition, he couldn't eat any solid food, so he just skimmed the rice soup on top of the rice porridge and gave him some to eat first.

Because of Xiao Zikang's guidance, Zisu fed him rice soup decently, and seeing that he still had the ability to swallow, it seemed that he was an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

Although there was a lot on his handsome face, and the collar was wet, but fortunately, he drank most of the bowl, and he couldn't starve to death for the time being, Zisu was very satisfied with his progress.

This person's toxin has penetrated deep into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and it is not an overnight thing to completely eliminate it, anyway, it is impossible to die for a while now.

But Zisu felt that the toxins that couldn't kill people like this, but kept eroding people's chances, were too vicious.

A man in the prime of life always feels that his physical strength and vitality are losing little by little, and he may eventually become blind and paralyzed.

This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can bear, what kind of deep hatred and hatred can be poisoned so badly.

After drinking the herbs, about half an hour later, a little sweat broke out on the man's forehead, and his breathing became much more stable.

"Kang'er, you look at him a little, there are not many herbs, I have to pick some more, I have to go to the county tomorrow and send the deer to the grocery store." While talking, Zisu went out.

The sky is gradually getting darker, but for Zisu, who has super good night vision, the difference from the day is not very big, but the action is slower.

I fed him medicine again at night, touched his forehead, and still sweated all the time, but now his forehead is not so hot, and re-medicated his wound, and used new gauze, and the bandages made in Na Zisu's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Early the next morning, I ate some porridge and chicken, and instructed my younger brother to feed the patient some chicken soup and medicine.

Zisu carried the sika deer that was knocked out again, changed a small basket and put a few pheasants that he had beaten last time, and of course he didn't forget to bring two big hedgehogs to the captain guarding the city gate, and under the shroud of the dense fog in the mountains, he went on the path.

This time I went to the county, Zisu took nearly two and a half hours, but the deer he was carrying was a bit big, plus there was fog in the mountains, the path was extremely slippery and difficult to walk, and when he arrived at the city gate, the sun was getting high, and the hair on Zisu's forehead was wet with fog.

Zisu straightened the sika deer on his shoulder, took out one free hand, and took out two pennies to pay the city fee.

It's still the little soldier guarding the city gate yesterday, "Master Jun, you can't come empty, give." Zisu threw the two pennies to the little soldier.

The little soldiers were dumbfounded, anyone who saw a boy with a figure that could be said to be thin carrying a sika deer of more than 200 catties could not be dumbfounded, If he knew that Zisu was a girl, it would be even more dumbfounded.

"Your captain didn't come today?" Zisu asked.

"Ah, ah, it's going to take a while for the captain to come, what's the matter?" For capable people, this little soldier is very respectful, and his attitude couldn't be better.

"Oh, then I'll look for him when I get back later." After speaking, he swaggered into the city with the sika deer.