Just like last night when he ordered late night snacks, the manager did not refuse, "I can call to place your order, but it will definitely be late when they deliver. I'll come over to collect the money once the food arrives, so have the cash ready in advance."
"No problem," Xu Huo said before hanging up the phone.
After re-cleaning and dressing his wound, he leaned on the sofa and barely managed to sleep for less than an hour. When he got up, his head was splitting with pain. He unwrapped the gauze to check the wound, which was even worse than before he had reapplied the bandages.
The King Fungus was unable to fully repair his wound, which at least suggested that what had affected him was not merely poison.
He took a container out of the luggage compartment, scooped out a small piece of flesh from the wound, placed it into the container, and poured the Antitoxin into it until the flesh was submerged.
