He quickly replied to Xia Ning, passed the recording pen over again, and then began to follow her instructions, taking antipyretic and painkillers, and applying red liquid to the wound. He had to wait until Ophiopogon japonicus to help tomorrow morning.

He really didn't have the extra energy to bother now.

Soon, the voice recorder appeared again.

Song Shaoqin quickly picked it up and heard Xia Ning's sweet voice.

[Is it just a traumatic injury? That's okay, I can handle it here. It's late now, and you're still injured. Just get more rest. I'll send you supplies tomorrow morning. That's it. Good night~]

"Good night~"

Song Shaoqin responded softly into the dark night, then put away the things in his arms and slowly returned to his place.

——

The next day, at a quarter past nine o'clock (around five o'clock in the morning).

A hint of fish-white light appeared on the horizon, and the escort began to urge the exiled prisoners to get ready and set off.

For breakfast, everyone still has a black steamed bun.

The small clay pot borrowed from the Wen family yesterday had been returned long ago. At this moment, the Song family could only swallow the dry and hard black buns with cold water.

"Shaoqin, how do you feel?"

Su Lianying always cared about her injured little son.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm much better. I feel I have some strength after a good sleep."

Song Shaoqin's words were not to comfort his mother, but after taking the medicine given by Xia Ning last night and having a deep sleep, he woke up this morning and felt that the fever in his body had subsided, and even the pain was relieved a lot.

"Really? It seems that the medicinal herbs I found yesterday are very effective." Su Lianying was very happy.

Later, while everyone was having breakfast, Song Shaoqin asked Ophiopogon japonicus to apply potion on himself.

"Second Master?"

Looking at the strange bottle in his hand, Ophiopogon japonicus was surprised. Where did this come from?

"Don't ask any more questions, just apply the medicine quickly." Song Shaoqin said in a calm tone.

"Yes." Maidong immediately tensed his scalp.

The security guard not far away began to wave his whip and urged the prisoners on their way.

"Move quickly!"

"Over there, hurry up! If anyone is delayed, don't blame me for being rude."

"hurry up!"

The bursts of urging made the Song family members no longer dare to nibble on the black buns. After swallowing them in a few mouthfuls, they helped each other and joined the team.

"Second Master, let me carry you on my back." Maidong knelt down and said.

"No need for now, I can still go."

Song Shaoqin waved his hand and refused. There was still a long way to go. How long could Maidong carry him? That would only consume more of a person's energy.

He had just seen it. Among the group of people, the Song family had the weakest manpower. They couldn't waste all their hard work. If there was any situation, they could at least respond to it.

After all, the family is full of young, old, women and children, so we have to take more precautions.

"Shaoqin, don't hold on. If it doesn't work, we can take turns." Su Lianying was very worried about her son's health. After all, when he was sent out from prison yesterday, he was really in a dying state.

Even if I drank medicine yesterday, how could my damaged body recover in one night?

"Yes, second brother, I'm in good health. Even if I carry my back all day, I'll be fine." Song Jingze also persuaded him. To be honest, since second brother woke up, he felt a lot more relaxed.

It would be better for the second brother to take care of the house, since he only has the brute strength to handle it.

"I'm going to walk first. If it doesn't work, you can carry me on your back." Song Shaoqin didn't mean to show off, he just wanted to save everyone's physical strength as much as possible.

"OK."

Seeing that Song Shaoqin was resolute, everyone no longer forced him. Finally, Maidong supported him, and he held a wooden stick in his hand and slowly followed the team.
Chapter completed!