Chu Yao was quickly and carefully carried to the infirmary by several people.
The arrowhead from Luo Feng was tempered with anesthetic powder. The material of the arrowhead itself was also a special alloy. It was extremely sharp and formed barbs like petals blooming when it entered the flesh.
It is very troublesome to deal with.
You must first magnetize the arrow with a special magnet, then carefully operate it on the surface of the skin to allow the barb to slowly shrink.
In this way, the damage can be minimized.
Luo Feng's injuries had been healed by the nurse, and he was now standing in front of the bed, smiling apologetically.
Every time he took out an arrow, he would carefully check it and put it away.
Chu Yao noticed this detail.
I immediately became alert.
"Lao Luo, you're not a spy, are you? Why are you collecting my blood?"
The infirmary was full of people at this moment, and there were two instructors accompanying him throughout the whole process, so Chu Yao asked directly.
spy?
Hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The two mentors were nervous, and their spiritual energies were subconsciously fluctuating.
Luo Feng's face turned black.
"I want the arrowhead, not your blood! My arrowheads are very expensive, almost 100,000 spirits each!"
He quickly explained and clarified.
Chu Yao's current identity is extremely sensitive, especially after experiencing the explosion.
"Oh wow?"
"Then aren't my arrows very valuable?"
"Wait, don't pull it out yet, this is my trophy, redeem it with money!"
Chu Yao understood his intention and immediately came up with a bad idea.
Luo Feng: ...
Lu Zhenhua: ...
Others: ...
Do you have to be so obsessed with money?
What's become of you?
Still thinking about money?
Luo Feng's sharp Adam's apple moved, and he blushed and said, "That's unacceptable. I... I spent millions of spirits just to make this set of arrows. It broke my entire family."
Millions of spirits?
He is really rich.
This was the key point Chu Yao listened to.
Still smiling, Chu Yao said earnestly, "I don't care. I never spit out anything that's in my mouth."
"Besides, I shed so much blood, shouldn't you compensate me?"
"A million spirits are not too many, and a hundred thousand spirits are not too few."
Luo Feng's expression finally eased a little.
He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I don't have much spiritual money left. I need to rebuild the bow, which is another huge expense. Fifty thousand, at most. I'll just consider it my friendship with you."
Chu Yao smiled and nodded.
"Deal, happy cooperation."
Fifty thousand is fifty thousand.
Lu Zhenhua was already showing signs of losing his temper.
The two instructors also looked unhappy.
"I'm not happy at all."
Luo Feng said in a muffled voice, took out a stack of banknotes, counted out 50,000 spirits, and casually placed it on the table.
Chu Yao glanced at the money, but despite everyone's slightly disdainful looks, he didn't take it. Instead, he said casually, "Let's divide it up. You worked hard carrying me just now."
Ever since he set the goal of becoming a group leader at the age of 30, Chu Yao has had some subtle changes in his heart.
Building a personal image, winning people's hearts, and establishing a good mass base are quite important methods, and you should practice them whenever you have nothing to do.
It doesn’t matter if your methods are a little immature now, you will become more and more proficient in the future.
Chu Yao has two points in his character setting at this moment.
——First, I never suffer losses, I only take advantage.
——Second, I can make money, but I am not greedy and am willing to share my money.
Hearing this.
The few people who had just carried Chu Yao in took the money with a smile on their faces.
Lu Zhenhua respected his status and gave up his share to others.
Luo Feng was surprised for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "You are willing to use my money as a favor, but I like your temper."
"Heal your wound first. When you're healed, I'll treat you to a drink."
"I wanted to drink anything before, but now I have to drink something good, a thirty-year-old wine. It's my treat."
Anyone who is ahead of others during their student days is not a fool.
Luo Feng seems generous, but he is actually very meticulous.
…
After all the arrows were pulled out, even with Lu Zhenhua's milk and the external injuries healed, Chu Yao still had to lie in bed for at least twenty-four hours.
After all, I lost a lot of blood before, so I need to replenish my qi and blood.
Luo Feng was a "good guy" to the end and spent money again, spending several thousand spiritual spirits to buy some nourishing spiritual dishes.
Chu Yao ate the tasteless spiritual food.
Luo Feng was drinking and eating meat in front of the hospital bed.
"Brother, we've become acquainted through fighting. I've made you my friend. So, are you interested in forming a team?"
Finding a gap where only the two of them were around, Luo Feng spoke casually.
To be fair, Chu Yao's strength really made him excited.
It is true that archers are aces on the battlefield, but they are also thorns in the enemy's side.
At the beginning of any battle, archers and snipers are definitely the first targets to be eliminated.
In small-scale encounters or single-player battles, the archers' position is even more dangerous, and they are also the first targets of concentrated fire.
Chu Yao's tactics complement his to a great extent.
The fact that it can fly is enough to make Luo Feng salivate.
Before the battle, Chu Yao could conduct fire reconnaissance so that he could choose the best vantage point.
If surrounded, Chu Yao can still fly, and there will definitely be no problem bringing one person with him.
If these are combined, it will be like adding wings to a tiger.
It can be called a flying artillery.
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