"Master Fu, please be gentle."
When Zhang Yuanyuan looked at her, her heart ached and she stared at his movements closely.
Fu Yizhi paused when he heard this, frowned slightly at the sight of Fu Anan, and continued to move his hands, "All the dirt in her wound must be cleaned up."
Wang Fan explained, "There are no medicines in this round of the game. If you don't take good care of it at the beginning, the pain of infection later will be a hundred times greater than it is now, and it may even be fatal."
You have to know that in ancient times when medical technology was not well developed, when marching and fighting, most of the soldiers were not on the battlefield, but in the ward.
This is why Master Fu always takes care of Team Fu’s injuries, because there is no medicine in this round of the game.
"If you want to avoid pain, you can't get hurt."
Fu Yizhi said coldly, then bandaged her gently with cloth and held her up horizontally, "Don't walk before the wound scabs over."
They didn't cause any trouble in the following T2 period.
Fu Yizhi, who took the conservative route, held her and walked quickly, so fast that the two people behind him almost couldn't keep up, as if they were running a marathon.
Zhang Yuanyuan touched her newly cut short hair, and even her scalp was sweating. She couldn't help but stop and breathe heavily, looking at Fu Anan being held in her arms... Don't ask, if you ask, it's just envy.
She also wants to have a sweet love.
As soon as this thought came up, a certain straight man who was taciturn and irritating flashed through her mind. Zhang Yuanyuan was startled, and then hurriedly turned her gaze to the colleague next to her.
"Cough, cough, cough, ugh!"
After the high-intensity "marathon", Wang Fan's throat, larynx, and even lungs were all sore. He took advantage of the one or two seconds of stopping to gasp for air and retch.
Feeling the burning gaze beside him, he raised his head, "What's wrong?"
Oh, my colleague's face is covered with sweat and his nose is snotty...
Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help twitching her lips and shifted her gaze to the front. "It's okay. Let's go quickly, we can't catch up."
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Fu Anan was not aware of the subsequent episode.
"Brother Fu, wait!"
At this moment, Fu Anan suddenly discovered that about sixty or seventy meters away from them, there stood a "horn" also made of mud.
"Would you like to go over and take a look?"
She glanced at the red dots that were some distance away and gave instructions.
Fu Yizhi took her a few steps over and stayed there to stare for a moment.
This horn, which resembles the Golden Horned King's, is almost the same size as the previous one, and it bends into a "C" shape on the ground, standing coquettishly beside it.
"Brother Fu, under that pile of mud!"
Fu Anan keenly noticed the piece of cloth pressed underneath.
It's that thing again!
Including the ones she had collected before, there were a total of five flags with the national emblem painted on them.
Was it a deliberate trap to fatten them up and then kill them? Or was it the nation calling them, and their earnest exhortations before the game paid off
Fu Anan frowned slightly, wondering if the person who left the signal was deliberately selling sentimentality.
The other side
In a wide place
A group of people remained lying in the same place during T2, allowing the S-level players shown on the map to walk past them.
A young man was sitting on the ground, pinching the same horn that Fu Anan had just seen. His companions couldn't stand it and said, "Can't you pinch it in a different shape? This thing is so ugly."
Good night everyone~
It's still an early day.
(End of this chapter)