Without a second thought, Bai Mo took out a Pill and stuffed it into the old man's mouth.
The old man, dazed and confused, swallowed the Pill.
The healing effect of the Gathering Pill was as good as ever, and the old man's low fever subsided.
He wrapped a cloth around the wound on the old man's wrist, and the bleeding stopped immediately.
"You should have listened to Wei An and bought some better Pills for yourself. Don't just look at Feeding Pills—people can't eat those."
"If you'd been prepared, you wouldn't have ended up in this state today."
The old man mumbled something nonsensical in response.
Lanshan, however, looked at the dagger to the side.
"He cut his own wrist to feed the dogs with his blood essence. I'm afraid he had some other motive."
"Give me a few bottles of Five Obstacles Pills, and I'll go get in on the action."
Bai Mo glanced at the old man. Seeing him groaning but otherwise unresponsive, he smiled and said,
