If you need to eat and drink a lot to recover from an injury, what would you think of?

Buffet restaurant!

I highly recommend the main characters from various works!

It's cheap, you don't need to order, you don't have to wait, and there's a wide variety of dishes.

Li Changzhou did not do anything particularly outrageous.

He ate with two pretty girls, eating non-stop for an hour before leaving to go to another buffet.

The two beautiful girls ate their fill at the first restaurant, and their main role afterwards was to cover for him.

A table full of plates for three people is more common and discreet than a table full of plates for one person.

The problem was that the three of them were too charismatic. Even without lights or cameras, it looked like they were filming a TV drama. Guests kept glancing at them, and some people even took pictures of them from a distance.

Because of his good looks and good luck, Li Changzhou would eat more when he was given a corner spot, which was perfect for sneaking a bite. When it wasn't his turn, he would eat until he was normally hungry.

The buffet restaurant was open for half an hour longer than usual on Fridays, and by the time it closed at 9:30 p.m., Li Changzhou's wounds had healed by about half.

"Let me see." Li Qianxia lifted his arm, as if she were holding a piece of silken tofu, and examined it carefully.

Yang Qinglan was also observing from the side.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

"itch."

"Let me scratch it for you." Li Qianxia didn't touch the wound, but gently scratched the edge.

Yang Qinglan said with a hint of regret, "I haven't seen any skills for treating wounds yet."

"Let's try looking at the hospital, maybe we can find it," Li Changzhou said with a smile.

This unintentional remark sparked Yang Qinglan's deep thoughts.

If Li Qianxia hadn't been there, or if Li Qianxia hadn't pulled Li Changzhou into the game, would he have gone to various hospitals to find doctors or nurses out of his healing instincts?

With his charm, he could easily win the favor of female nurses and doctors who saw him by pretending to go to the doctor.

Further down... the game has already made it very clear that his charm is rated as 'villainous boss'.

Back in the courtyard along the river, Li Changzhou didn't dig a hole. He carefully took a bath (without touching the wound) and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

I'm so tired.

I'm physically tired and mentally exhausted.

The next day, Saturday, they were supposed to continue the game, but he was injured and had no choice but to let the other players go for the time being.

Early in the morning, with fresh air, Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan went to buy breakfast together.

Li Changzhou sat on the stone bench, staring at the alcohol lamp on the stone table.

The flame on the alcohol lamp is not teardrop-shaped, but swirls like a mosquito coil.

Charm, communication with nature... I can't figure it out, I don't understand it.

The burning mosquito coil melted and transformed into a giant eagle—or something else with wings, though it could be a giant eagle or something else entirely.

The giant eagle flapped its wings and flew out of its nest, the alcohol lamp, circling the verdant apricot tree.

Five or six seconds later, the candle seemed to melt and disappear into the air.

Without any spirituality, the flapping of the wings is controlled by Li Changzhou, and the flight is also controlled by Li Changzhou; there is no necessary connection between the wings and flight.

He picked up the lighter and relit the alcohol lamp.

Then extend your right index finger and roast it over the fire.

pain.

Burning pain.

A powerful force surged from within him, causing him to howl wildly, gesticulate wildly, contort his features, and make him want to smash his index finger off.

Li Changzhou closed his eyes, his will as firm as a five-finger mountain, suppressing the powerful and restless force that was as strong as a monkey. He sensed the power and characteristics of the flames.

Twenty seconds later, the ape roared and burst out of the Five Finger Mountain, taking away the index finger.

"Hiss—" He gritted his teeth and hissed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The wound was bloody red, like a skinned rabbit.

The edges are a bit black again, it's almost oily, and the skin will peel off if you touch it.

He let the excruciating pain spread throughout his body, hammering at his will with each stroke.

Terrifying pain always contains immense power.

Li Changzhou recalled the shape of the flames, their temperature, the sensation of the flames licking his fingers, and the process of that sensation spreading throughout his body.

Just as he was enduring the pain and about to enter a state of "concentration," Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan returned. They spent less time than usual, but bought much more than usual.

"Brother, come and eat! I bought you twenty baskets of big steamed buns! There are meat ones, vegetable ones, vermicelli ones, pickled mustard green ones, tofu ones, and shredded radish ones!"

"Not bad, it's as fancy as a Manchu Han Imperial Feast made with instant noodles." Li Changzhou opened his eyes and laughed.

So many steamed buns were piled up on the stone table.

Li Changzhou stretched out his right hand, picked one up with his thumb and middle finger, and took a big bite—a vermicelli bun.

"What's wrong with your finger?" Yang Qinglan noticed his raised index finger.

"I accidentally burned myself while practicing the fire wave."

"Burned? Let me see!" Li Qianxia quickly put down her plating work and grabbed his right hand. "How did it get so burned! Does it hurt?!"

Li Changzhou said helplessly, "Instead of worrying about me, why don't you let go of me and let me eat a few more buns? My injury might have healed by now."

Li Qianxia snorted and let go of his arm.

Yang Qinglan showed a thoughtful expression.

"I want pickled mustard greens buns, find them for me." Li Changzhou finished his vermicelli bun in two bites and ordered the two maids.

After finishing breakfast, including twenty baskets of steamed buns, the injury on my finger healed, and the gash on my left arm was half healed.

With his arm injury still unhealed, Li Changzhou dared not exert himself, fearing that he would bleed profusely.

He sat on the stone bench all day, recalling the experience of his fingers being burned by flames, and intermittently entered a state of "concentration".

In the courtyard, Li Qianxia practiced shooting for a while, and then transformed into an owl, flying around the apricot tree, landing on the roof, and standing on the branches of the apricot tree, looking at Li Changzhou with her black eyes with gold edges, imitating the owl's expression.

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