Chapter 187 Recovery Shelter Treatment

Li Qiu told her some things about Shi Ying in a disjointed manner. Sang Qing listened quietly, occasionally raising her eyebrows in curiosity.

Shi Ying brought over some tea, but Sang Qing's was rose tea with two triangular lemon slices floating on top.

Sang Qing bent her eyebrows and said thank you. She wanted to leave the space to Shi Ying and his father. Just as she stood up, Shi Ying turned around and went back into the kitchen.

Sang Qing: “…”

Sang Qing had no choice but to continue accompanying him.

Li Qiu smiled and said, "You are such a special wife. It is Shi Ying's blessing to meet you."

Sang Qing forced himself to laugh dryly and tried to cover up his embarrassment by drinking tea.

I thought to myself, then you don’t know how we first met.

It was really special, and almost killed someone.

Thinking about how she once threatened Shi Ying with his father, she felt quite guilty.

The rose tea was almost finished, and Li Qiu didn't stay, so Shi Ying went to see him off.

Sang Qing's gaze shifted from the rose tea at the bottom of the cup to the flower wall outside the window, and Li Qiu's last long sigh echoed in her mind.

"He said that this was the first time he met a female he liked and he wanted to know how to catch her."

Sang Qing remembered that Shi Ying had returned to District 5 once, and it was quite early at that time.

After coming back, he started going on missions frequently.

The flowers in the garden were also planted after that.

His fingertips gently stroked the rim of the cup, and a hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes.

Is it so early?

Well... considering the beautiful sea of flowers, why don't you just not make things difficult for him for now?

…

Life returned to its original track.

Shi Ying took several days off to return to the military headquarters, and Sang Qing also wanted to return to the orphanage.

Sang Qing directly called Nain over.

The young man with lion ears and tail appeared at the door, a light and comforting smile on his lips. "Healer, congratulations."

Sang Qing raised an eyebrow, "Did Admiral Curry tell you?"

Nairn walked in slowly. "No, I guessed it. I guessed it as soon as you called me."

"You guessed it right." Sang Qing smiled and directed Nain to lie down.

She had never treated Nain and wondered if he would be rejected.

Although she is S-level, high-level orcs also have high defensive awareness, so it cannot be guaranteed to be 100% easy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Healer. No one else is willing to save us except you. How could I not trust you?"

Before Sang Qing could say anything, Nain started to comfort her.

The sadness could not be concealed in the voice as gentle as jade.

"Don't worry, everyone will be fine. The pearl should be shining brightly as it should be."

Nain's brows relaxed and he smiled, "Thank you for your good wishes."

As Nairn said, the treatment went smoothly and there were no obstacles.

After the treatment, Sang Qing said bluntly, "I have something for you to do."

Nairn knelt solemnly on one knee, bowing his head willingly, "I'm ready at your service."

Sang Qing was startled by Nain's sudden display. "Get up first. You don't have to kneel down anymore."

"I'll leave the affairs of Qingye Town to you." Sang Qing handed Nain a file bag that he had prepared long ago. Inside it were all his identification documents except the White Tiger Domain Order.

Next up is Manju.

Sang Qing called Manzhu in the system, but no one came after waiting for a long time.

Sang Qing could only go to the Aquatic Department to find him.

There was no one in the sea tribe's control. After asking around, I found out that Manzhu had taken his men to the back mountain for training.

From a distance, Manzhu was seen lazily leaning against a big tree, playing with a finely crafted pistol in his hand, while in front of him were the people of the aquatic tribe who were sweating profusely despite the cloudy day.

Manzhu is dressed in a purple robe, looking evil and flamboyant, with an extremely charming face. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a monster.

Just as Sang Qing was about to approach, Manzhu turned her wrist and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at her.

The gun is in Manzhu's hand, and he has the best accuracy without aiming.

Sang Qing's heart froze, and he stood still, not daring to move. "Manzhu!"

One second, two seconds...

Manzhu did not put down the gun in his hand.

Sang Qing frowned and took a step forward.

An evil smile appeared on Manju's lips as he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" There was no gunshot.

Sang Qing didn't dodge or evade. He closed his eyes and walked straight over.

"Little female, are you so sure that there are no bullets in my gun?"

Manzhu raised his left hand, and dozens of bullets fell with a clang.

Sang Qing rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, "I bet you'll die before I do if I get shot."

She is now protected by her mental strength, so no matter what happens, it will not be fatal, and she can also apply for a treatment chamber.

It’s different for Manju, she is injured and it depends on who will treat her.

"Well, the little female is really smart." Manzhu nodded and laughed softly.

Sang Qing: “…”

No matter how I listen to it, it seems ironic.

After laughing enough, Manzhu looked back at Sang Qing, her tone as casual as usual, "What do you want from me?"

Sang Qing looked at the orc who was waving at her quietly from a distance, "Are you free? Should you get your mental health treatment done soon?"

"Hmm?" Manzhu raised her eyebrows, her green eyes moving, staring at Sang Qing for a long time.

He understood something and suddenly laughed.

"OK."

Manzhu bent down, leaned closer with his handsome face, and his low, mellow and pleasant voice, which seemed to carry a hint of joy, exploded in Sang Qing's ears.

"Little female, you really didn't disappoint me."

A few strands of dark purple hair fell and brushed against Sang Qing's shoulders.

Manzhu passed her and walked out of the forest.

He casually tossed the pistol aside, and a scattered sound rang out behind him.

"It's for you."

Sang Qing barely caught it, and looked down at the exquisite pistol in her hand. There were signs of modification, and the specifications were slightly smaller than ordinary pistols, just right for her smaller hands.

She just needed a suitable gun. The empire's control over guns was not that strict. She had a title in the military, so she was naturally qualified to carry a gun.

Although the use of pistols is very limited and is basically useless against alien beasts and orcs above level A, it still has a deterrent effect on most ordinary people and can be used in case of emergency.

Back in the treatment room, Sang Qing put the pistol on the table and began to give Manzhu psychiatric treatment.

Sang Qing looked at the value on the detector, 96, and it did not increase.

But it is still a very dangerous number, and there is a risk of riot if you are not careful.

Fortunately, there are enough people in the shelter who can carry out the mission, so Manzhu doesn't need to go there himself.

Among those who were cured by her in the shelter, except for those who were not from the military, most of the others who had come from the military chose to stay.

Nairn said that it would be better to stay in the shelter than to go back and fight in the battlefield without any protection. Although they have to do all the dirty and tiring work, at least they can see hope, that someone cares about their life and death, and someone will save them from the fire.

Sang Qing thought this was a good idea. She could still lead them directly. With her current level, building a shelter should not be a problem.

Sang Qing placed his palm on Manzhu's forehead and entered Manzhu's spiritual sea without any hindrance as before.

Sensing the familiar mental power, some silk threads automatically gathered around.

The spiritual sea is heavily polluted, and the polluted spiritual threads are naturally unable to reject this unique pure and clean power.