"Come on, come on! Hey! Careful, careful, don't shove so fast, your guts'll get all tangled."
Touzi gently helped Li Huowang onto the carriage and settled him down.
Then he buried his big, fat-headed face into the compartment, rummaging around. "Hey, Hong Zhong, where'd you all put that golden sore medicine? 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 off a bit and dusted it delicately onto Li Huowang's wound.
Once he'd treated 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."
"Why do you want Ji Lin on the throne? Is he with Sitting Oblivion?" Li Huowang began to actively gather intelligence, searching for a way out of this predicament.
