Tan Shu took Ni Ji, who was too injured to walk, to the clinic.
An expensive place with a treatment cabin, claiming that all wounds on the body can be healed just by lying down and taking a nap.
Although he was reluctant, Tan Shu couldn't just bring a bloody body to the teacher.
His teacher was a man with a very particular style and manner. He was in the rising period of his career and was determined to get into the aristocratic circles. He had very high requirements for his own appearance and that of everyone around him.
Whenever he went to see the teacher, he would carefully wipe away even the few drops of rain on his shoulders.
The doctor in the clinic talked for a long time about Ni Ji's horrible injuries.
And they expressed that only their clinic happened to have the latest treatment fluid that the search team had just brought back from the contaminated area No. 5, which could ensure the effective treatment of the critically injured person who was already lying in the treatment cabin.
"Luckily he's a sentinel. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died eight hundred times ago." The doctor sorted out the various data on the dashboard through the observation window and shook his head repeatedly. "He still has a lot of old injuries on his body, and they haven't been properly treated."
In the room where he was, there was a very old, repaired sealed treatment cabin. Ni Ji lay inside, eyes closed, wearing a breathing mask, his whole body immersed in a special liquid that was bubbling constantly, and on the yellowed dashboard, various body data were running rapidly.
"These joints are obviously deformed. It's obvious that he was seriously injured. He will be in great pain when it rains. And his lungs were corroded by the inhaled poison gas. He didn't receive proper treatment. Tsk tsk, I don't know how he survived. If he wants to fully recover now, it will cost a lot of money and time."
The doctor turned around and asked Tan Shu who was standing next to him, "Do you want to take advantage of this treatment to repair some of your important old injuries?"
This man had just come in in the heavy rain with the wounded, looking concerned and anxious. It seemed that the two of them had a very good relationship.
"Can he hear us talking like this in there?" Tan Shu answered with a completely unrelated topic.
"Hear? How is it possible to hear?" The doctor laughed. "This is the real thing brought back from the ruins, specially modified for treating sentinels. The sound insulation effect is first-class, ensuring that the sentinels can receive treatment safely while lying inside. Even if an A-level sentinel comes, he won't be able to hear a single sound from outside."
Tan Shu felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart. The legend of his school days, now living like this, far inferior to himself, made him almost unable to control his expression.
It's really pitiful. He is so poor that he doesn't even have money to enter the treatment cabin? He offended the teacher and went to the northern outpost. He must be regretting it now, right
The doctor was still rambling, "Look at these old injuries. It would be best to treat them all at once during this treatment."
The man next to him interrupted him and said in a low and cold voice, "Shut up and don't meddle in other people's business."
The doctor shrugged and stopped talking. The two adjusted the data and went to the next room.
After all, the treatment process in the treatment cabin no longer requires human intervention after adjusting the operating data of the machine, which is very convenient.
There is nothing wrong with it except that it is a bit expensive and most grassroots sentries cannot afford it.
After the footsteps disappeared, Ni Ji in the treatment cabin opened his eyes.
He heard the conversation just now, and could even hear the voice of a patient's family member farther away, as well as the sound of rain falling heavier outside the window.
Lying in the sealed treatment box, the translucent treatment fluid wrapped around the body, the gurgling sound of bubbles continued to sound,
Like being on that familiar seabed.
Ni Ji recalled the battle on the seabed today and the girl floating in the deep sea.
He really didn't expect to meet such a guide.
A slender figure, a cold expression, and a white dress with layers of layers spread out in the sea. She plunged straight in and floated in the deep sea within her spiritual picture.
Her spirit bodies terrified even the battle-hardened sentinels. Those vague, interlaced spirit bodies floated behind the girl in white, huge, cold, terrifying, and mysterious.
It seems that just a glimpse of a part of it will bring tremendous pressure to people.
As the tentacles entangled him, tightened, and dragged him all the way to the bottom of the sea, Ni Ji even thought of death.
Death is not a big deal to him.
Since everyone is gone, it stands to reason that he could die at any time.
Eternal sleep may be a kind of eternal peace and relief.
However, after those cold and slippery things wrapped around its tail and trapped him on the rocks at the bottom of the sea, they did not bring him the torture he had imagined.
They didn't even hurt him.
After seeing the memories that he deliberately placed on the periphery.
The guide floating in the deep sea still had an expressionless face, showing no signs of joy or anger.
But those tentacles climbed up along Jiyuefu and touched his head a little roughly, one by one.
Perhaps it was because he had suffered too much despair and pain for too long, that he would subconsciously grasp any slight warmth from others and magnify it to savor it.
Moreover, he saw the memories that were publicly screened.
It seemed to be a fair reading and playback without personal emotions, but he knew that the guide deliberately cut off and concealed something.
This cold guide, who had even been offended by himself, treated him gently after invading his mental picture.
A little tenderness from a stranger,
What was being protected was the very thing that the dead soldiers were determined to protect.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and the rain was hitting the window glass densely, leaving behind winding streaks.
Ni Ji closed his eyes and thought of the northern outpost where he had fought for many years.
In this season, the place is already filled with snowflakes, the sky is as vast as jade, and the earth is icy cold.
The cold winter has arrived. Survival is more difficult than ever.
The memory fragments that were publicly played in the parade grounds had a very short tail cut off.
After the researcher was killed and the living insect jade was shattered, there were some subsequent clips.
The vengeful sentinel bent down and picked up the fragments of insect jade on the ground bit by bit.
Although the broken and dead insect jade has lost most of its value and will no longer be valued by those high-ranking figures, it can feed many people and become the winter supplies for many families in a barren place like the Northern Outpost.
He picked up the blood-stained fragments, took them out of the contaminated area, and exchanged them for charcoal, cotton, food and candy on the black market.
In the snow-covered northern outpost, a warm light was on in a small wooden house.
The pregnant hostess sat at the table, knitting a sweater while patting her little daughter who was sleeping beside her.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She held her belly and went to open the door.
The person who came was an orderly at the sentry post, an elderly woman with both arms broken and replaced with mechanical prosthetics.
She braved the snow and dragged a cart filled with food for the winter.
"These are all the shares that your Tazi got." The elderly lady with disabled hands smiled and used her slightly rusty mechanical arms to move things into the house without saying anything. "Tazi and the others may not be able to come back in time for your delivery. Don't worry, I'm here for you."
After she finished moving the things, she took out a bag of imperial coins from her arms and put the coins, which had been warmed by her body temperature, into the hands of the hostess.
"The captain specifically asked me to give it to you."
What's sad is that my husband can't be with me waiting for the birth of the child.
But fortunately, there was so much food and money. She and her children could at least get through the winter safely.
She raised her head and looked outside the house, where there was only deep darkness and snowflakes flying around in the air.
There is no man who is tall, ugly, but gentle to me.
The woman felt a little uneasy, but she also mustered up the courage as a mother.
Not far away, at the entrance of a dark alley.
The girl with big wavy hair opened the cigarette box, picked out a cigarette with her fingers painted with black nail polish, lit it, and took a puff.
"What does he mean?" The girl blew out smoke rings skillfully and sneered, "If he doesn't come, why do you send this money? Breakup fee?"
"No, he..." The sentry standing in front of her had red eyes and choked up without saying anything. He just stubbornly stretched out his hand and handed over the purse filled with a lot of imperial coins.
The girl who had been hanging around in red-light district for many years was disdainful at first, then slowly showed doubts, and finally reacted.
She was stunned for a long time, and her hands shook several times before she put the cigarette accurately into her mouth. She took a deep puff, exhaled the smoke in a panic, and raised her face to the wind and snow, as if this could dry the tears in her eyes.
"He... that person, does he have anything to say to me?"
"Yes, he said - I hope you can take this money, live well, and change the way you live."
The dark and dirty alley seemed particularly quiet on such a snowy night.
There was only one woman squatting on the ground, her hand holding a cigarette covering her beautiful eyes.
"Bastard, that bastard." She cried and cursed.
Pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, soothing her and gently touching her shoulders.
In the dilapidated orphanage, a large truck full of winter supplies was parked outside the gate.
The children came out cheering and took the candies that were distributed to them. They had never tasted so much sweetness before, and they were as happy as if it were a festival.
But they didn't see that the director's mother, who was always smiling in the past, was now standing in the corner, lowering her head, covering her face and crying in front of a strange old soldier.
After a night of heavy rain, the sun shone brightly again.
Lin Yuan sat in the living room of Cao Yunyun's house, watching her busy feeding dinner to the two twins.
Cao Yunyun was her only friend during her time at the Guide Academy. She was two years older than her and had married a sentinel matched by the state at an early age. She no longer had to fulfill her duties as a guide and could only stay at home to take care of her husband and children.
The TV on the cabinet in the living room was playing a piece of news. Viscount Klein, in a formal suit, was distributing gifts to the families of some fallen sentinels in the sunshine and flowers.
The soldiers' families, who were placed in front of the screen, were dressed neatly and accepted the gifts from the Marquis with tears of gratitude.
The event is full of kindness and happiness to all living beings, and both the guests and hosts are having a great time.
The whole world is bathed in sunshine, set off by the holy light of the White Tower, and filled with love and tenderness.
"It's all superficial work." Cao Yunyun opened the oven, took out a piece of roasted braised beef, cut them up and put them on a plate, put them in her husband's lunch box, and talked to Lin Yuan at the same time.
"According to the investigation we conducted at that time, most of the sentries who died in the contaminated areas received almost no compensation. Their pensions were deducted at various levels, and when they finally reached their families, they were shockingly meager."
When she was in the Guidance College, she was a quick, courageous and capable girl, and she wrote many investigative reports on sensitive topics.
But now, she has left that world and is only allowed to focus on her family, becoming a gentle wife and mother.
As she spoke, she put two spoonfuls of fruit puree into the twins' bowls and asked them to finish it. At the same time, she asked the maid to get the dress her husband would wear to the dinner party.
While smoking, he scooped a large spoonful of homemade blueberry jam, spread it on the freshly baked cake, and handed it to Lin Yuan.
Their family's financial situation had been bad in recent years, but they had to maintain the appearance of a noble family in public, so all expenses at home had been cut as much as possible.
Only a maid was left behind to help take care of the trivial matters between the nobles.
Lin Yuan took a bite of the cake. The blueberry jam had rich layers, and the cake was soft and sweet, very delicious.
In fact, she admires guides like Cao Yunyun very much.
Being able to take good care of the sentinels while completing so many trivial and complicated tasks in an orderly manner and still remain emotionally optimistic and gentle.
If it were me, even if all the tentacles came out to help, it would probably be impossible to do it.
Of course, each of those guys has a small but not very useful brain, which is also a big reason for the chaos.
"Oh, dear. Do you really want to go to those polluted areas?" Cao Yunyun finally found a moment of free time in the chaos and sat down in front of Lin Yuan. "Oh my God, I can't believe that a guide would apply for such a job. But I think it's worthy of you."
The two of them have different perspectives on life, but they always understand and tolerate each other, and therefore have been able to be friends for many years.
"Yes. I have a reason to go." Lin Yuan showed her his pass, "Besides, once I go there, I won't have to attend these endless banquets. You know, I'm not good at dealing with these."
The guides in the White Tower had obligations to fulfill every year, including attending the incredibly luxurious banquets hosted by the nobles.
After all, guides are the most precious flowers cultivated by the empire, and they must be served on tables when necessary to embellish the prosperity.
"Yes, the banquet." Cao Yunyun clapped her hands as she successfully changed the subject, "Is this how you dress for the banquet today?"
Lin Yuan looked down at her clothes and shoes and didn't feel like there was anything wrong. She was wearing a dress and still wearing shoes that made it difficult for her to walk.
"You have to know that Jiang Yangshuo, that bastard, will also come at night." Cao Yunyun put her hands on her shoulders, her face serious, "It's especially at times like this that we have to stand up straight. We can't let those bastards look down on us."
"Xiao Yuan, this is a battlefield. It belongs to our guide."
Battlefield...
Although he felt a little sorry for his good friend who cared about him, Lin Yuan was still distracted by Cao Yunyun's passionate speech.
She recalled the memory she had seen on the seabed a few days ago.
A body pierced by giant fingers.
Flesh and blood smeared carelessly on the ground like mud.
Those eyes that are still unwilling to close after death.
That is the battlefield, Yunyun, that is what the real battlefield is like.
Can fighting over a sentry and pulling each other's hair be considered a battlefield
(End of this chapter)