If you ask any child, the last thing he wants to see is anyone.

When this child is in the hospital, as soon as the scope is limited, there is only one answer - is there any other option besides the doctor?

After the soft light of water swept over her body, Izuki, whose mind was beginning to blur, was put into a conveyor belt by the black, shiny black robot and teleported to a hut.

At a glance, the clean and gloomy operating table and the ticking instruments indicate that this is a laboratory.

That fall, she became unconscious.

She was in a single bed with a fence, and the room was small and empty.

The silence awakens the fear in the child's heart, and the sleepiness that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved is forced back by the panic in the heart.

Yiyue, whose IQ has decreased because of the lack of oxygen in the brain, has a few remaining thoughts that are used to fill the complaint about the robot, what kind of medical robot, so unreliable.

Where's the treatment?

And buy a fake on the eve of it.

If not, she found it herself.

Except for the tightness in her chest, she didn't feel any pain in her body, but she was a little weak in her movements - the little man who was about to climb out of the single bed, but fell to the ground because he didn't grasp it steadily, thought so.

Not only did it not hurt, but she also felt a little itchy in the heat of her chest.

There was a warm liquid flowing down the corner of her lips, she smacked her lips and wiped her hand, until she was disturbed by the red on her hand, and realized that it was not saliva that was flowing, but blood.

She just thought that she had fallen and her salivary glands were out of control, so she swallowed several large mouthfuls to avoid saliva from flowing out.

Staggering in this hut, what is stopping the bleeding? Bandages, where are the bandages?

The confusion of her thinking made her unable to even sort out how to use bandages for internal injuries.

Halfway through, I saw a corner outside the house, leaning against the wall and walking slowly, and just turned out and saw a familiar figure.

Chen Yingying, wearing a white lab coat, was treating the wounds of a silver-haired man with bare arms, the huge wound extending from the lower part of his neck to his forearm, cracking hideously, and the purple flesh was exposed to the air.

It hurts to look at it.

But the injured man didn't show a painful look, as if someone else was injured, he just had a gloomy expression, his eyes swept over her gloomily, and he frowned, "Why do you send all kinds of garbage here?" ”

The man stared at her coldly for a moment, and then suddenly, "That dead cub." ”

It's Chinese.

I haven't heard of Chinese for a long time.

What is Chinese? What is he saying?

For the current cubs, these questions are too complex to think of.

The toddler looked at his wound in a daze, then moved his eyes to his face again, staggered over, gently grabbed his purple trouser leg, swallowed the saliva that slowly came up from his mouth, and asked with a trembling milk, "Pain?" ”

Chen Yingying glanced down at her, she didn't have time to pay attention to her, she was busy reaching out to cover the wound, and when she moved away, the original hideous was covered with a layer of white fascia.

The toddler stared blankly at the wounds that had changed, and when reason and memory were wiped away as ashes due to lack of oxygen, the things that sank deep in the soul called instinct slowly came to their heads.

- It's useless --

Such a voice sounded in my heart.

With the strength of Yin Rank, it is difficult to meet an existence that can hurt him - unless there is an oil bottle by his side.

With the strength of the Yin rank, it is difficult to meet a situation that can make him unable to get out of the whole body - unless there is an oil bottle by his side.

The unscathed oil bottle was staying in the foreign affairs area obediently and skillfully because of his guilt, and he was rarely settled.

Yin Zhi felt a little bored in his heart, some people were not interesting at all, stupid and annoying, and they didn't know it, and they were an eyesore all day long.

He doesn't hate trouble, he only hates people who make trouble.

The man looked down at the cub tugging at his trouser legs, probably crying not long ago, a small thin layer of pale pink floating on his eyelids, and an unnatural whiteness on his tender face.

There were scattered blood stains on the clothes that had not long dried up, as if they had been painted for a short time, messy and dirty.

He spoke in a low voice and gloomily, "Get out of here." ”

The child didn't move, and gradually his eyes were covered with a layer of mist blue, and finally slowly let go of his hand, turned around and walked a few steps, stopped a meter or two away from them, and turned around slowly, bent his calves, and slowly squatted down.

I don't know if I don't have the strength to stand.

Two little hands obediently rested on their knees, looking at them intently.

No one cares if the cub is there or not, neither of them takes her seriously, who would put a dog in their eyes?

So the two of them did not hide their words at all.

Chen Yingying always looked calm and quiet, as if nothing in the world could disturb his mind, and he asked unhurriedly, "Spiritual power still can't be used?" ”

The silver-haired man's gaze fell on his injured hand, and he was silent for two seconds, and then responded calmly, "No." ”

It was so calm that it seemed to have lost its combat effectiveness, and it didn't matter at all in his eyes.

"Where did you go, the Schiffer value on the surface of the wound is so high, the mental activity is reduced, and the wound does not heal itself, and the man's weapon is definitely poisoned." Chen Yingying made a judgment and spoke at almost the same time as Yin Rank.

"Chongfan."

The atmosphere in the room began to be depressed.

Yin Zhi exhaled slowly, "Cut it." ”

Chen Yingying let out a "hmm" and turned her head to the other side to prepare tools.

Chongfan's poison is not difficult to solve, it comes from a serpentine star beast, and the venom glands are filled with this liquid poison, which will quickly make people's spiritual path fail after entering the human body, and lose control of spiritual power, but it has little impact on spiritual power.

Usually, Yin Rank can be directly removed with spiritual power, and the internal poison has indeed been disposed of by himself, but the radiation points attached to his wound make his mental power have to sink around the wound.

The spiritual roads are all connected, and where there is a problem, it will cause the overall downtime.

You have to cancel out those radiant points that are like maggots attached to the bones, if it is the yin rank of the heyday......

Chen Yingying's movement with the laser scalpel paused slightly.

Interstellar radiation is a difficult thing to deal with, but it's not impossible, and the mental power is dead and offset.

The yin rank in its heyday will not be hindered by these things at all.

The poison of Chongfan began to be easy to eliminate, but the longer it passed, the more irreversible the side effect, the aging of the spiritual path.

Directly stripping off the surface layer and stimulating the regrowth of the spiritual path is currently the most effective method, even if it will reduce the strength of the Yin rank.

The toddler squatted on the ground, and the memories gradually dissipated before they could be formed, and the physical strength at the moment did not even support her to retain the memories.

A layer of water rose in the big eyes, moistening the sockets.

Why is she here? Where is this?

The eyes of the broken cub were glued to the silver-haired man with a familiar aura.

Seeing that the white coat next to him stabbed the man, the pink blood slid down the bulging arm.

The toddler staggered up and ran over, crying with a trembling voice, "Brother. ”】