Qi Jinying didn't have time to mess with him, it seems that this little leader is in a daze...

Taking the cup, she took a sip, grabbed Fan Jiuyan's lips, and fed the water to his mouth.

Fan Jiuyan's misty eyes finally cleared up a little.

The next question is... Do vampires really eat those anti-inflammatory drugs of humans...

However, she thought of Zhu Chaoran.

The ones I eat for Zhu Chaoran also have antibiotic ingredients, so it should be fine...

"Lie down. She ripped off the covers.

Fan Jiuyan obediently lay in.

"Go out and buy you medicine, buy food. You lie down and sleep first. ”

Qi Jinying whispered in his ear, then straightened his clothes, put on his shoes, walked out of the house, and gently closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing softly, Fan Jiuyan's uncomfortable eyelashes trembled slightly, and his head sank uncomfortably...

It's definitely not a cold in the bath.

He suddenly realized... His resistance is weak like an ordinary person...

Even more ...... than humans Frail.

There was another hurried knock on the door, interrupting Fan Jiuyan's thoughts.

He was slightly irritable, as if the rhythm of the knock on the door was very fast.

"Enter. The weak answered.

Pushing the door in, it was Zhu Chaoran.

The red hair is tied messily and haphazardly, looking dusty.

He stopped at the bedside, his face changed to tyranny, and his face was full of sadness.

"Chief, I heard you have a fever?!"

Fan Jiuyan didn't respond, put his arm on his forehead, and didn't look at him at all.

Zhu Chaoran happened to bump into Qi Jinying, who was anxiously buying food, and when he asked, he knew that the leader had a fever.

Although for humans, the average person will have a cold and fever every week, especially when the seasons change, everyone will have more or less powders and fever reducers.

But... For the vampires of the BloodClan, this is a real rarity.

Their physique is already superior to that of humans, and they are also more resistant, and they are also able to absorb drugs quickly.

Not to mention the ordinary vampires in N Hospital, even Helian... They don't get sick much, and they're more likely to get hurt than they are.

Not to mention...

A U-level noble vampire like Fan Jiuyan doesn't need to suck blood at all to live, and his physique is tenacious.

Then he Zhu Chaoran couldn't understand how the leader suddenly had a fever...

“... Burn, the team needs to be expanded, there you go. Go... Put..."

Fan Jiuyan said intermittently, and the weak words were really difficult to hear.

However, Zhu Chaoran fully understands that it means to take N-level guys to "forage" and turn more humans with good physique into blood clans.

Thus, expanding the camp of the Bloodline.

"Yes, Chief. ”

Zhu Chaoran put his hand on his chest and leaned over to salute.

"Are you better?" asked Fan Jiuyan softly.

I asked him how he was recovering.

"Looking back, I've recovered, and I'm able to control my abilities. ”

Fan Jiuyan sat up with difficulty, waved his hand and didn't let Zhu Chaoran help him.

His head was groggy, but he still struggled to stare.

"Ran, change your temper, and occasionally imagine that you are in charge of the entire Bloodline... What kind of courage to lead them..."

Zhu Chaoran immediately shook his head, "Leader, I'm just the team leader, and the only one who can lead the blood clan is you." ”

"The only one who can bring us to the light and defeat that man before the snow is shameful. ”

Fan Jiuyan waved his hand lightly, without much strength to speak, and felt that the quilt was heavy on his body.

"You can too..."

Fan Jiuyan saw his wide red eyes, "I'm just reminding me." ”

Zhu Chaoran breathed a sigh of relief and looked at this fragile boy who was different from before.

"Chief, I'll leave Helian to take care of you. ”

Fan Jiuyan's arm was weak, and he couldn't hold it anymore but lay down, and refused in a muffled voice.

"The power of neutralization that I passed on to Helian is like a shield, and you can use more possibilities with one spear and one shield..."

Zhu Chao burned his head, his age is above Fanjiuyan, and his comprehension ability is relatively strong.

Understood, he is a spear, the sharpest spear.

"Stand down. Fan Jiuyan shrank his head into the quilt and said no more.

Zhu Chaoran bowed, then gently paced back.

"Hello, can you sell me a bowl of porridge?"

Qi Jinying panted and ran to the shop that sold food.

Unfortunately, it is said that the chengguan is coming, and there is only one boss left in the whole street, and he is slow to react.

He was packing up his cart and preparing to leave, but he was stopped by Qi Jinying.

"No, no, no, it's too late, little girl, I'll even if the chengguan comes in a while..."

He didn't dare to continue, feeling a chill in his neck.

When the afterglow was swept away, it was a sharp silver hairpin, which shimmered coldly in the dim light...

"Yes, okay, okay, I'm just..."

The boss was so frightened that he immediately stiffened his neck and scooped a bowl of hot porridge.

"Who's still there!" ran over two muscular men of the black system.

Qi Jinying's eyes rolled, this is probably the city management.

His eyes fell on the two people who ran over, and the silver hairpin in Qi Jinying's hand was not taken away, and the other hand slipped into his pocket and took out a small gun.

The hand skillfully turned the gun, and in an instant the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the two people, and the cold light brown eyes exuded a terrifying aura.

"Get out. His lips twitched.

The two chengguan immediately raised their hands and stepped back.

After a certain distance, immediately throw your legs and run...

"Porridge, pack. Turning around, he said coldly to the stunned boss.

"Good, good..."

The boss nodded like pounding garlic, although the silver hairpin around his neck was withdrawn, but looking at the girl playing with the gun in front of him, it really didn't look like a joke...

Putting away the sharp weapon, Qi Jinying took the hot rice porridge with both hands, left a few steel hammers and left.

On the whole street, all that's left... A small shop, nothing but an empty street with sand and dirt......

Nothing else...

Qi Jinying frowned and looked at it, those inconspicuous small clinics had already closed their doors, and he didn't care at all about the students of S Academy who were studying on their own at night...

The school has an infirmary, what do you want them to do...

Infirmary!

Qi Jinying thought about it and ran over to the first floor of the academy...

An Qiuji is still on duty, and the sign at the door is still on duty.

He wears glasses and is still studying medicine.

The hurried knock on the door made him trance, and before he could say "enter", Qi Jinying had already pushed the door in.

"Teacher An, do you have any fever reducers here?"

She asked as soon as she entered.

An Qiuji frowned, "Do you have a fever?"

Immediately, the slightly cool back of his hand was attached to Qi Jinying's forehead.

He also gently stroked away the sweat.

Qi Jinying did not open his hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then responded to him, "Fan Jiuyan, he has a fever, and now there is no pharmacy open outside..."

An Qiuji learned that it was not her fever, so she just breathed a sigh of relief but frowned unconsciously, and her eyebrows did not stretch.

He took out two boxes of medicine from the cabinet and handed them to her, stopping her from taking the money.

"Go ahead, he's waiting for you. An Qiuji said softly.

Watch her leave...

The hand that handed her the pillbox froze in the air for a moment as it touched her fingertips...