"Fortunately, the medicine for metal wounds that Master gave me is still there, huh..." Tong Ying pondered for a while and said, "Come on!"
"Your Excellency, what can I do for you?" A bodyguard came into the tent and asked, cupping one hand in the other before his chest.
"Devid the item and send it to the soldiers who have been tortured today." Tong Ying shook out a little medicine from the porcelain bottle and left it for himself. Then he handed the bottle to his trusted soldier and said.
"Here!" The guard received the porcelain bottle with both hands. Just as he was about to leave the tent, another guard walked in and reported, "Lord, the centurion of the Po County camp, the Grand Duke of Jiang County, wishes to seek an audience."
"Hou Yi?" Tong Ying froze for a moment, then waved hi
