Chapter 1243 Promotion Game 34
"Master Fu, please be gentle."
Zhang Yuanyuan's heart ached when she saw her, and she stared at his movements closely.
Fu Yizhi paused when he heard this. He frowned slightly at Fu Anan's expression, but continued to move his hands. "All the dirt in her wound must be cleaned out."
Wang Fan explained, "There are no medicines in this round. If we don't take good care of it at the beginning, the pain of infection later on will be a hundred times greater than it is now, and it may even be fatal."
You have to know that in ancient times when medical technology was not well developed, most of the soldiers were not on the battlefield when marching and fighting, but in the ward.
This is why Master Fu always takes care of Team Fu’s injuries, because there is no medicine in this round of the game.
"If you want to be pain-free, you can't get hurt."
Fu Yizhi said this coldly, then gently bandaged her with a cloth and held her horizontally, "Don't walk until the wound scabs over."
They didn't cause any trouble in the following T2 period.
Fu Yizhi, who took the conservative route, held her and walked quickly, so fast that the two people behind him almost couldn't keep up, as if they were running a marathon.
Zhang Yuanyuan touched her newly cut short hair, and even her scalp was sweating. She couldn't help but stop and breathe heavily, looking at the way Fu Anan was held in her arms... Don't ask, if you ask, it's just envy.
She also wants to have a sweet love.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, the image of a quiet, irritating, straight man flashed through her mind. Zhang Yuanyuan was startled and hurriedly shifted her gaze to her colleague next to her.
"Cough, cough, cough, ugh!"
After Wang Fan's intense marathon, his throat, larynx, and even his lungs ached. He took advantage of the one or two seconds he paused to gasp for air and retch.
Feeling the burning gaze beside him, he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Oh, my colleague's face is covered in sweat and his nose is snotty...
Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help but twitch her lips and shifted her gaze to the front. "It's okay. Let's go quickly, we can't catch up."
##
Fu Anan was not aware of the subsequent episode.
There was nothing wrong with her being held, so she just fed Fu Yizhi some water and broke some compressed biscuits from time to time, and also paid attention to the map and the surrounding environment.
"Brother Fu, wait a minute!"
At this moment, Fu Anan suddenly discovered that about sixty or seventy meters away from them stood a "horn" also made of mud.
"Would you like to go over and take a look?"
She glanced at the red dots some distance away and gave instructions.
Fu Yizhi took her a few steps over and stopped there to stare for a moment.
This horn, which resembles the Golden Horn King's, is almost the same size as the previous one. It bends into a "C" shape on the ground and stands coquettishly beside it.
"Brother Fu, under that pile of mud!"
Fu Anan keenly noticed the piece of cloth pressed underneath.
That thing again!
Including the ones she had collected before, there were a total of five flags with the national emblem painted on them.
Was it a deliberate trap to fatten them up and then kill them? Or was it the nation's call, and had their earnest exhortations before the game paid off?
Fu Anan frowned slightly, wondering if the person who left the signal was deliberately selling sentiments.
The other side
In a wide place
A group of people remained lying there during T2, allowing the S-level players shown on the map to walk past them.
A young man was sitting on the ground, pinching the same horn that Fu Anan had just seen. His companions couldn't stand it and said, "Can't you pinch it in a different shape? This thing is so ugly."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
