Su Rong sat at a distance, taking some time to recover a bit of strength, and rubbed her wrist.
She looked at the unconscious Zhang Mao and said to Jiang Zhu, "I really don't have the strength to write anymore, I'll dictate the prescription, you write it down, then have the kitchen boil the medicine, and feed it to him."
Jiang Zhu nodded, quickly had someone bring paper and pen, walked to the table, and wrote down the prescription as Su Rong directed.
The prescription was quickly written, and given to someone to prepare the medicine.
Ning Chi looked at Zhang Mao and remarked, "He sure is lucky."
Jiang Zhu laughed, "It's not just about luck, it's also about his ability to make decisions."
The Zhang family had 450,000 troops, and when Zhang Mao was captured, he didn't know if he could place his bets right, but he made a gamble. Clearly, he made the right gamble.
