Zong Shen frowned as he walked into the filthy cell.
He took out a bottle of [Advanced Recovery Potion (Purple)].
Pinching Ingram's chin, he tried to pour the potion into his mouth.
But it all spilled out.
His health was close to the brink of death, and he could no longer swallow on his own.
In this situation, the proper method was to first use an instant recovery potion to sustain his health, then follow up with healing magic.
Zong Shen was a rough man, but he was afraid that force-feeding the potion would choke the kid to death.
After thinking it over, he beckoned to the madam, who had already taken off half her leather outfit. Ignoring her seductive poses entirely, he took out a fresh bottle of potion and stuffed it into her hand.
"You feed him!"
The madam did not dare delay and hurriedly moved to feed him.
But Zong Shen shook his head.
"He can't swallow on his own."
"Feed him with your mouth. Use your tongue to stimulate him and restore his swallowing reflex."
Hearing this, the madam could only comply.
One moment, Ingram had been a miserable prisoner. The next, he was being personally serviced by the madam of the [Red Enchantment Spring House]. The scene was rather strange, yet also somewhat erotic.
Prison cells, whippings, wounds, and beautiful women.
Back on Earth, those elements would have been enough to make all kinds of flashy adults-only content.
Under Zong Shen's urging, the madam fed him quickly, her pink tongue brushing over his lips.
As more than half a bottle of [Advanced Recovery Potion (Purple)] went down his throat.
In Zong Shen's observation view, Ingram's health began rising rapidly.
"Why did you capture him?"
Zong Shen looked at the madam with a calm gaze.
Yet