"Kong Wu!" Sun Jingtao spotted blood foam oozing from the corner of Kong Wu's mouth at a glance.
Seeing this, Lin Xiaohui could not care less that the "life-saving potion" in her hand was like mineral water, "Su Dai, please get me a spoon and a bowl."
"Alright, Doctor Lin." Su Dai wiped her tears away and quickly turned to hand over the only small spoon and bowl to her.
"Doctor Lin, what are you—" Seeing Lin Xiaohui methodically unscrew the bottle and pour out a small amount of the potion, Song Qian was somewhat puzzled.
"It's not feasible to feed directly from the bottle mouth; if Kong Wu can't swallow, this potion would be contaminated," Lin Xiaohui explained while carefully feeding a spoonful to Kong Wu.
Regrettably, Kong Wu's throat was damaged, and he had lost the ability to swallow.
Most of the potion fed to him, mixed with blood and necrotic flesh, was reflexively spat out.
Song Qian glanced at Sun Jingtao beside him, "Old Sun, come and support Kong."
