Shen Jiu sat beside Fu Yuanju, holding his hand and staring at the therapist beside him.

The therapist was sweating at her.

In broad daylight, the woman rushed in with a bloody man in her arms, and forced him directly to treat him with a knife.

The healer struggled to steady the light in his hand, "He—his injuries are too bad—"

Shen Jiuyi raised his eyebrows: "Can't be cured?" ”

"No, no......" The healer was startled by him, and the light in his hand suddenly dimmed.

He steadied his attention in a panic, and then said, "My ability level is too low, I can only save his life, and the rest depends on his own slow recovery." ”

Shen Jiu raised his eyebrows: "How many levels?" ”

The therapist didn't react: "Huh? What, what? ”

Shen Jiu was extremely patient at the moment: "What level of ability are you?" ”

The therapist was a little ashamed: "Level four." ”

People with healing abilities basically don't fight zombies directly, and their abilities can only be improved by devouring crystals, and most of them are of low level.

The therapist took the light in his hand: "I probably repaired his wound, but he lost too much blood, and the wound was cruel, so he had to recuperate slowly." ”

Shen Jiu responded, she pinched Fu Yuanju's fingertips, and turned her head to look at the therapist: "I was in a hurry just now, and I was offended for a while." ”

She pulled out a handful of hedron from the space and placed it in front of the healer, "This is the reward. ”

The therapist was taken aback: "So many? ”

Shen Jiu picked out one of the spars, and his eyelashes were slightly matched: "Only this is the reward." ”

She looked at the healer's expression, and said slowly, "But these hedrons are still yours." ”

The healer looked up suddenly.

Shen Jiu pushed all the spars over: "These are for your promotion." ”

Her tone was calm: "Today or tomorrow, I hope to see you at level five." ”

The healer suddenly felt the hedron burn hot.

Spar is a good thing, but it's a gamble to take the hedron and pile it up to upgrade.

He hesitated to look at the pile of hedron for a long time, then raised his hand and took the pile of hedron into his arms: "Thank you very much." ”

Shen Jiu watched him go out the door, then she turned sideways, bent down, and touched Fu Yuanju's face.

His face was still pale, his lips were bloodless, and his hair was messy against his cheeks.

Shen Jiu stared at him for a while, raised his hand, gently brushed away his broken hair, closed his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "You are really good at picking time." ”

At that time, Fu Yuanju lost too much blood, and she was afraid that he would never wake up as soon as he closed his eyes, and in a panic, she responded to whatever he said.

The young man kissed her and grabbed her shirt with his cold fingers: "I want my sister to be with me all the time." ”

When she answered him, he smiled, his pale eyebrows sticking to blood, like a plum blooming in the cold winter.

He said, "Don't break your word." ”

Shen Jiu interrupted his memories and furrowed his eyebrows a little irritably.

She didn't have time to think about Fu Yuanju's actions at that time, but now that she calmed down, she sensed that something was wrong.

She was raised as a cub by her younger brother, and she didn't seem to want to think of her as an older sister.

Shen Jiu pursed her lips, and irritably tapped Fu Yuanju's face with her fingertips, she didn't care about the severity of her move, and Fu Yuanju's face was quickly poked out by her.

She lowered her head, and was about to withdraw her hand, when suddenly someone grabbed her wrist.

Shen Jiu subconsciously raised his head, and collided with a pair of pitch-black pupils.