The good news is that so far, Tiger Third's condition hasn't deteriorated, and its breathing and heartbeat remain stable.
The bad news is that it hasn't worsened or improved; it still can't move, looks lethargic, and doesn't even have the strength to tear at the meat offered to its mouth. It must be torn into small pieces and fed to it for it to barely swallow.
The splint made of wooden boards is ready. Paul's leg was secured first, and then Tiger Third's spine was carefully fixed.
The little guy now lies in the black robe, with eyes slightly open, looking at the sky and the "Clan Leader" beside it, eyes filled with both pain and a desire to live.
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While waiting for the broth to finish simmering, Chen Zhou kept an eye on Tiger Third's physical condition while playing with the blue bottle.
