Choosing an Estate, the Day of Martial Transmission

One Accord Manor.

The moon shone bright, and the stars were sparse.

"So it was A-Di who gained fortune, allowing me to be promoted to commander."

After leaving the inner courtyard, Li Xian finally understood what had happened.

In any case, it was good news.

"Commander Li." Ding Hu had been waiting in the outer courtyard. The moment he saw Li Xian, he hurried over.

"How is your injury?" Li Xian looked at his ankle. It was already wrapped in white cloth, yet blood still slowly seeped out.

"That Hua Hanying struck far too heavily. The wound had internal damage. I stuffed herbs into the claw holes, but it was still hard to stop the bleeding completely. I may have to sprinkle some wound-healing powder on it," Ding Hu said bitterly.

Li Xian had him raise his leg. Ding Hu did not understand, but he did as told. Li Xian pressed two fingers together and tapped several acupoints on his leg. He sent a stream of inner force in, then pushed and kneaded with his hand.

With a pfft, blood sprayed from Ding Hu's wound, and the white cloth was instantly dyed red. The pain was piercing, but he did not dare make a sound.

Li Xian said, "I have forced out the lingering force within you. Apply medicine as usual, and the wound should scab over in two days."

Ding Hu was overwhelmed with gratitude. He dropped to one knee and said, "I will never forget Commander's great kindness for as long as I live."

What great kindness is that? Li Xian muttered inwardly. He had only just become commander, and many matters would require someone to assist him. Ding Hu was rather tactful, so he might as well make use of him.

"By the way, what happened to