Pan Zhao accepted the wound medicine with a simple heart, silently holding a grudge against Qiao Zhen in his heart. She gave wound medicine to others but not to him. If Qiao Zhen didn't treat him well when he got back, he would never forgive her!

"Thank you, Brother Mao. I'll head back now."

He took the wound medicine and white gauze and went back, but he didn't see Qiao Zhen. He only saw Wei Xianfeng taking stock of the supplies. "Lord Wei, have you seen Brother Qiao?"

Wei Xianfeng raised an eyebrow. "Didn't he come looking for you?"

Pan Zhao shook his head blankly, "No."

"Brother Qiao is having a barbecue on the east side! Brother Pan, would you like to come along?"

"Uh-huh."

Pan Zhao went over and saw Qiao Zhen chatting happily with the rough man. He was so jealous that he sat cross-legged on the ground, hunched over and looking very dejected.

Qiao Zhen only saw Pan Zhao after the pheasant was roasted. Despite the fact that her mission target had tormented her a thousand times, she would still treat him like her first love. In particular, Pan Zhao's dejected appearance created a cute contrast with his tough guy image.

"Aren't you going to drink? Drink, drink, drink! You're still drinking even though you have wounds." Qiao Zhen retorted mercilessly. When she saw the wound medicine and white gauze in his hand, she guessed what had happened. She stuffed the wooden stick with the pheasant's thigh stick into Pan Zhao's hand and then bandaged his wounds.

Pan Zhao looked at Qiao Zhen, whose eyes and heart were filled with him at this moment. The furry phantom limb that was dragging on the ground began to sway from side to side again, but he still pretended to be strong and said, "It's just a minor injury."

Qiao Zhen glared at him, tightened the white gauze, and then, as she had hoped, heard Pan Zhao's cry of pain and gasp for breath.