"He said he would find a doctor to save you, and he cried so hard."

"Really?" Fang Rong finally felt a little better. "I'm not dead. What's with all this talk about saving me? Tell him to come back. It's not convenient for me to see a doctor in my current condition."

"He's already gone, and I don't know where he went." Feitian said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Never mind," Fang Rong waved her hand. "I'll see if I can get in touch with him."

He has a quantum computer that can transmit messages via Bluetooth within a 500-meter range.

The slums don't even have internet access, and even if they did, it wouldn't cover the area; it would only cover the central region.

"Fang Hua, I'm fine now. Come back quickly, don't call the doctor." The message was not sent because Fang Hua was not within 500 meters.

Fang Rong gave up, "Forget it, let's wait until he comes back."

He waited and waited, but his arm was in so much pain that it hurt whenever he was awake, so he simply fell asleep again.

I had just fallen asleep when I vaguely heard hurried footsteps.

Fang Hua pushed an old man, saying, "Hurry up."

That old man is almost 10 years old, how fast can he be?

Fang Hua simply carried him over and placed him by the bedside. "Quickly check how he is? He hasn't woken up all day, and he won't respond when I call him."

The old man reached out and placed his hand on Fang Rong's wrist. He was quite calm and didn't seem to find it strange at all.

"What's wrong?" Fang Hua asked anxiously, taking the initiative to sit in front of the wooden board and block Fei Tian behind him.

"He was just asleep, nothing wrong with him. His broken bones have all been set."

In the military region, it's inevitable to break arms and legs. The instructors would teach them to treat the injuries immediately, and only seek medical help if they couldn't treat them themselves. Fang Rong learned to reattach her arms and legs herself.

"What about your ankle?" He twisted his ankle when he fell, but it was just a quick movement. He didn't feel anything at the time and even ran around like crazy for a while. Now that he's lying down, his entire ankle is swollen.

"Just apply some anti-swelling essential oil, it's just a minor injury."

Fang Hua lifted a corner of the towel to reveal Fang Rong underneath. After confirming several times that there were no other wounds on his body, he shooed the old man away, saying, "You can go now."

"The money hasn't been paid yet," the old man protested.

Fang Hua had no money on him; the most valuable thing he owned was Fang Rong, and he usually kept all his money with her, leaving none for himself.

Fang Hua deleted the information about Fang Rong and the military region from the computer, pried the computer chip out of his skin, and threw it to the old man, "Is that enough?"

The old man picked it up, examined it, wiped away the bloodstains, and held it up to the light for a closer look. Only after confirming it was genuine did he nod and leave.

Throughout the entire process, Fang Hua didn't even flinch, and the wound on his wrist was slowly healing.

"Fang Rong," he said with some regret, "I will never leave you again."

Fang Rong was in a state between dreaming and waking up, worried that it was a dream, yet also afraid that it was real, so she was torn and considered whether or not to wake up.

Bang!

It sounded like a heavy object falling onto the bed board. The whole board shook, and Fang Rong was awakened by the loud noise. He opened his eyes groggily and saw Fei Tian lying next to him.

What happened?

What's wrong with Feitian?

He grew increasingly dizzy, his head seemed to grow heavy, and finally he fell into darkness, slowly losing consciousness.