"You can pinch it nicely, why don't you try it?"
The young man rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's enough that you can tell that this is a wheat ear. Are you really going to let me make an identical one?"
This is not an ear of wheat, it is the horn of the Golden Horn King certified by Fu Anan himself.
The fifth T2 time finally ended. This was the most relaxing time Fu Anan had ever had.
Both Zhang Yuanyuan and Wang Fan had reached their physical limits. They stood there gasping for breath with staring eyes.
Looking at the situation of the two, they decided to take a break first.
The game makes it unclear where you are, but the uneven terrain is like the raised crust on a bad cookie.
When we get over this hill...
Do you know that feeling of being the center of attention as soon as you appear
Yes! Now!
Who the hell could have imagined that there were so many people hiding behind a dirt slope!
These people just stared at them.
Fu Anan could feel the tenseness in Fu Yizhi's arms. Zhang Yuanyuan and Wang Fan behind him no longer had any back pain or leg soreness and they could reach the third floor in one breath.
Fu Anan looked at the floating frame at this moment and confirmed that it was T1 time.
The people below seemed very organized. After some discussion, a group of them pushed forward a player who looked a little older.
The man looked gentle and refined. He looked around at the four of them and then his gaze stopped on Fu Yizhi.
"Hello comrade, how can I help you?"
Comrade
What a familiar name!
Fu Anan looked at the man carefully. For some reason, he looked like the political commissar in "Drawing Sword".
The young man happened to meet Fu An'an's gaze. He saw Fu An'an's wrapped calf and said, "You are injured. We have a professional doctor here. Do you need help?"
When Fu Anan heard this, her first reaction was to say thank you, but no thanks.
Who knew Fu Yizhi was faster than her, "That's troublesome."
"Brother Fu?"
Fu Anan quietly pulled him with her hand.
"fine."
Fu Yizhi followed the man down the slope. The man who looked like a political commissar asked them to stop at the periphery of the team. "Please wait here for a moment. I will have our doctor come right over."
The man said and walked inside.
The players around them cast curious glances at them, but no one came towards them, and even their communication with each other was extremely quiet and disciplined.
A moment later, he came back with a young man with a fresh-looking face.
"This is our Doctor Wang."
Dr. Wang nodded shyly at them and began to examine her injuries.
"You received prompt and careful treatment after your injuries, and you have actually recovered quite well."
After a careful inspection, he said, "The wound is not infected or inflamed, it's just stuck to the hemostatic cloth. We don't have any medicine right now, so I suggest you don't touch it. The cloth will fall off along with the scab. Be careful not to get it wet or dirty and get infected, and don't pull your pants to cause secondary damage to the wound."
"Okay, thank you."
Fu Yizhi said, looking at Fu Anan's trouser legs that were stuck together, and used an iron blade to separate the surrounding area and let it stick to it. It was absolutely impossible to pull it, but her trouser legs were missing a piece, and her calves looked like a piece of cloth, which was not very good-looking.
(End of this chapter)