When the ginseng medicine was brought to Xiao Wu's mouth, she did not swallow the first small sip. Tang San immediately told Ma Hongjun to stop.
He supported her chin with his left hand. Zhu Zhuqing used a clean medicine cloth to blot the liquid from the corner of her lips, while Ning Rongrong moved the medicine bowl closer without bringing it to her mouth again. The Holy Soul Grass's roots had already caught and held her soul, and Xiao Wu's chest and abdomen could rise and fall on their own, but her swallowing had yet to catch up.
"Let her swallow on her own." Bo Saixi watched her throat. "Wait until she finishes this little bit in her mouth first."
Tang San waited a long time.
His own wounds still hurt. His right hand was wrapped in thick cloth, and he could not move even half a finger, yet he kept supporting Xiao Wu steadily with his left hand. The steam rising from the ginseng medicine on the table gradually thinned. Ma Hongjun lowered the flame beneath the bowl and warmed it a little more, without rushing anyone.
At last, Xiao Wu's throat moved once.
The medicine flowed into her body along the frail pathways of life, and the medicinal markings left by the ginseng king spread from her chest toward her limbs. Only after Tang San saw clearly that those markings had not collided around her heart did he lower her head back onto the pillow and let Zhu Zhuqing give her a second small sip.
By the time the entire bowl of ginseng medicine was gone, it was already light outside.
Oscar took the bloodied cloths left in the room out to the adjoining room, and fresh cloth was laid along the edge of the bed, but