Day 60 of picking up trash

Upon hearing that someone could help, Ning Ruo and her classmates quickly gave up their seats.

Zhang Lanyue carefully let go of the robot, looking at it with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

As for why we didn't discover Naji's medical skills before, and why Naji said he could save her without hesitation when her injuries were so severe that even the hospital couldn't save her from certain death.

At this point, no one could care about anything else.

The little robot walked to Zhu Zhiwen's side, confirmed that he was still breathing, took out a small and exquisite crystal bottle, opened the stopper, and fed the liquid inside into Zhu Zhiwen's mouth.

This is one of the specialties of the magical world: potions.

As soon as the potion was fed into Zhu Zhiwen's abdomen, the large hole began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The students around him, who had been holding their breath and watching his every move, were now completely speechless!

What... what's going on?!

Oh my god!

Am I dreaming?!

Everyone was stunned by this illogical scene.

It was Zhu Zhiwen's soft groan that broke the silence.

Zhu Zhiwen, who had just been on his last breath, was now breathing much more heavily in just a short time. His complexion had also started to regain its color.

Anyone with eyes can see that he has really been rescued!

In an instant, without any words or glances, all the students who had witnessed the speed at which the wounds were healing spontaneously gathered around the little robot and Zhu Zhiwen.

They stood side by side, completely blocking the view of the central scene.

Although they still couldn't understand what they had just witnessed, they knew at that moment that this scene absolutely could not be seen by more people!

Especially those police officers over there!!!

The small robot, completely concealed, ignored the humans around it. It stared at Zhu Zhiwen's abdomen for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a dagger.

They stabbed it into Zhu Zhiwen's wound.

"What are you doing?!"

Before Zhang Lanyue could recover from the terrifying speed at which her wounds healed, she was startled by the little robot's move and cried out in surprise.

The other students couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Despite their fright, the human wall they formed to block the view of others remained unshaken.

The little robot was completely unaffected by the exclamations.

While repeatedly digging into the flesh with the dagger in his hand, he said, "The bullet is still inside. We need to dig it out, otherwise it will grow into the flesh."

Zhang Lanyue and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, they were all so stunned by the constant shocks that they forgot they needed to remove the bullets first.

It was tough on Zhu Zhiwen, as his wound healed so quickly that there wasn't enough time to administer anesthesia before removing the bullet, forcing him to endure the pain of his abdominal injury all over again.

Fortunately, the little robot was precise and quick, removing the bullet without any delay. In just a few breaths, the wound on his abdomen had healed, leaving only a few scars. Otherwise, it was impossible to tell that he had been shot recently.

Even the blood that was lost was replenished.

Although Zhu Zhiwen was not fully awake yet, his complexion was rosy and his breathing was even, and he was no different from a normal person.

They completely escaped the risk of death.

"Alright." The little robot put away the empty potion bottle and dagger, and stood up.

The group finally snapped out of their daze at the bizarre, dreamlike scene.

"Let's go! We need to get out of here quickly. Come on, put Zhu in the middle, and we'll walk around her!"

Everyone's hearts pounded, and they quickly got to work.

The group only relaxed a little after they had been away from that street for quite some time.

Everyone's eyes kept shifting back and forth between Zhu Zhiwen's abdomen and the small robot, and they all seemed to want to say something but held back.

They had never seen, or even heard of, such a miraculous drug that could instantly pull a person who was on the verge of death back from the brink of death.

Oh no, I've actually heard of it before.

I've heard it in those folk tales about gods and ghosts.

They wanted to ask.

But I didn't dare ask.

The little robot was still so slow-witted that it didn't notice the humans' mouths opening and closing repeatedly.

Seeing that the humans had stopped marching and that Zhu Zhiwen had been rescued, he bid farewell to the crowd.

I haven't gone to collect trash today yet. I checked out the trash can drop-off points a couple of days ago, so I'll go and put my trash there when I have time.

Considering that the humans in this world had never seen a magic potion before, the little robot didn't forget to remind them: "You can take Zhu Zhiwen to the hospital for a check-up."

Then he truly left.

No one dared to stop them.

There is no excuse to stop it.

They could only watch helplessly as the little robot left.

The students who had split up obediently took Zhu Zhiwen to the hospital, while the police officers responsible for intercepting the marchers gathered together on the other side.

Sergeant Yu Xingbang listened to his subordinates' report with a deep frown: "Are you kidding me? I'm not in the mood for jokes right now."

What kind of fantastical children's story is this, where someone says, "Drink a bottle of medicine and the dead come back to life"?

“Absolutely not!” Several policemen shook their heads repeatedly. “Chief, we saw it clearly. You saw the guy who was shot. He was injured like that. He definitely wouldn’t survive. He wouldn’t even make it to the hospital. He would have died on the way.”

"But that white-haired guy was given some kind of potion, and he came back to life!"

"Yes, yes, yes," someone nearby chimed in. "Although those students covered it up quickly, who are we? With our eyesight, we saw it clearly a long time ago. The gunshot wound on that guy's stomach healed so fast it looked unbelievable!"

"My goodness, I was so scared my legs almost went weak. I've lived most of my life and never seen anything like it!"

Seeing that the group looked flustered, he realized they didn't seem to be conspiring to make up a story to deceive him. Moreover, he knew their personalities and they didn't seem like the type to do such a thing.

"Is what you're saying true?"

"Absolutely true! If there's even a single lie, may we be killed by the Japanese cannons!"

At this point, Yu Xingbang's expression turned serious.

He pondered for a moment, then told the others not to spread the word: "If I find out you're talking about this, I'll have you shot."

"Also, go and find out who that white-haired guy is, where he lives. Be careful not to get caught."

With that, he grabbed his coat and hurried away.

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The little robot was unaware that someone had already tracked him down. After setting up the trash cans on the new street, replacing the teleportation scrolls that needed replacing, and picking up trash for a while, he returned to the mansion when he saw that it was almost time.

As soon as the robot stepped through the gate of the villa, it detected signs of human life.

"You're back! Have you had dinner yet? I didn't find anything to eat in the kitchen, so I had someone buy some. Come on, let's eat together."

Ren Wenhan is back.

Ren Wenhan did not return alone; he was accompanied by two bodyguards. One was standing at the entrance to the hallway between the living room and dining room, while the other was busy in the kitchen, clearly cooking.

Ren Wenhan was sitting at the dining table with a newspaper beside him.

The little robot could also see the enlarged picture on the front page of the newspaper, which showed the devastation after the recent defeat.

Neither of the two guards seemed wary of the small robot's appearance, clearly having already learned from Ren Wenhan that there was another family member attending university.

Upon his return, the guards who came out of the kitchen brought out another set of bowls and chopsticks and set them on the table.

The little robot obediently sat down at the dining table.

He certainly hadn't eaten dinner, and he wasn't planning on eating dinner anyway if Ren Wenhan hadn't suddenly appeared.

He barely put any food in the kitchen, and he hardly went in more than a few times.

Fortunately, the humans didn't suspect anything, otherwise the little robot wouldn't know what excuse to use.

Besides, he didn't want to keep lying to such a good human being.

"Thank you, Uncle Ren." The little robot is now a polite trash can.

As for the title "Uncle Ren," it was Ren Wenhan himself who suggested that it could be called that, and the little robot has always remembered it.

Although Ren Wenhan hadn't been back for a while, there was no awkwardness between the two. Neither of them were the type to eat or sleep in silence. Throughout the meal, Ren Wenhan talked to the little robot.

First, they would ask him how he was doing, how school was going, whether he was keeping up with the pace of class, and how he was getting along with his classmates.

The little robot answered all the questions and didn't feel there was anything to hide.

Even his classmates donated money to him and honestly told him the truth about the misunderstanding that he was poor.

Ren Wenhan burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He knew very well that the boy he had picked up on the road was far from poor; he had handfuls of pure gold coins.

In addition, Ren Wenhan naturally also learned about the little robot picking up trash.

He had long discovered the unique "hobby" of small robots, but was afraid of asking rashly and making a mistake. Now he knows the reason behind it.

He expressed his strong support for this.

They were quite interested in the "location-enabled trash cans" that the little robot deployed.

Yes, the little JSG robot also told Ren Wenhan about the trash can, but neither the teleportation scroll function nor the holographic concealment function of the trash can were suitable to be told to humans. So he only talked about the "location" function, which was one that could be mentioned.

Ren Wenhan said he could go and take a look when he had time, and added, "When I go to the northern extension, I can gradually replace all the trash cans with the one you developed, and expand the environmental protection cause."

The little robot keenly picked up on the words: "Northern Extension?"

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you about this." Ren Wenhan slapped his forehead and quickly explained.

"Here's the thing, my work is relocating to Beiyan, and I'll probably be settling down there eventually. Xiaotong, what do you think? Are you coming with me, or will you stay in Beiping?"

"If you want to stay here, transfer this house to your name while I'm still here."

Ren Wenhan did not explain the reason for the relocation.

It was actually because of that battle. The Japanese army gained so much territory that their arrogance soared. They already had some influence in Beiping, and now the people there were becoming increasingly audacious. Meanwhile, the people of Nanchong were hesitant to act, always opting for concessions. This situation made those in the northern border region quite uneasy.

In particular, Ren Wenhan's laboratory, which mainly focuses on weapons research, cannot continue to stay in such a place.

Moving to the rear area was inevitable.

The little robot hadn't decided whether to go or not when it went to school the next morning, when it heard the news that the school was also going to relocate.