Crispy General
Tong Zhenzhen, who was already half-fainted, didn't hear it clearly. She just instinctively felt that she was going to die. Sure enough, as soon as Crispy Shark finished speaking, the young general who was so heroic on the battlefield groaned and covered his chest that was hit by her in disbelief:
"Bone, bone broken?!"
Oh no, it's over.
This was the last thought that emerged in Tong Zhenzhen's mind, and her neck tilted and she lost consciousness completely.
Half a while
She smelled a strong medicinal aroma at the tip of her nose, and her cloudy brain suddenly became clear. Having experienced hypoglycemia before, Tong Zhenzhen knew that she had recovered. She supported her aching forehead and slowly stood up, looking around her at the unfamiliar environment.
The tent made of cowhide was sturdy and strong, supporting this large space. Its layout was similar to the large bunk bed she slept in at night. There were rows of stretchers covered with linen, and medical books, papers and pens were piled on the desk. It should be a military medical camp. There was also a stove in the corner, and the medicine jars on it were bubbling with hot steam. Chen Miao had her back to her, and seemed to be talking to a handsome young man who was decocting medicine.
Tong Zhenzhen could vaguely see someone's lingering face, and silently pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.
Chen Miao sat upright at the desk, without any of the recklessness she usually showed in the dormitory, with one foot on the stool and the other on the desk. She even sat on only one-third of the chair, and she lifted her hair in a charming manner. Her red lips were still moist and radiant without any makeup, as bright as flowers:
"So your name is Lin Shizhu? That's a really good name. He lives up to his name, solid as a rock and slender as a bamboo."
The accompanying military doctor named Lin Shizhu was wearing a green robe that showed off his slender waist. His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin and was light and shiny. He looked elegant and easy-going, with full and charming lips and a faint smile. He had a handsome and elegant temperament, but also a hint of unpredictability. He was indeed the type that Chen Miao liked.
She also looks a lot like her exes.
Upon hearing this, Lin Shizhu looked away from the medicine jar and replied with a half-smile:
"Your Excellency the High Priest is too kind. I am a doctor in my generation. The word 'carnation' does not have any deep meaning. It is just a medicinal herb."
Chen Miao's perfect smile had a crack, but after all, she was the one who quickly adjusted her mentality to be slapped in the face. She spread out her right hand that was tucked in her cloak to keep warm, stretched it in front of Lin Shizhu, and said innocently:
"Don't be so formal, just call me Chen Miao! From now on, I'll have to ask Doctor Lin to teach me more medical knowledge, otherwise what will I do if I make the same fool of myself as today? Let's start with taking my pulse. Yes, can you help me see if there is any problem~"
Lin Shizhu: …
He had never seen such a shameless woman, but he quickly came to his senses, smiled and responded, and calmly pushed back her hand that was trying to take advantage of him.
Chen Miao raised her eyebrows secretly, Wow, it seems this guy has some skills.
Tong Zhen, who was watching the fight between the two masters, was deeply moved. She was worthy of being the only one in the dormitory who had never been single. Look at her mental quality!
She thought there was no one around and was laughing obscenely when she heard a familiar smacking sound:
"Tsk, that smile is really disgusting."
Tong Zhenzhen shuddered and turned around suddenly. She hadn't noticed just now that the person lying on the stretcher next to her was Xie Ci? !
"Haha, what a coincidence, General." She looked away guiltily.
"What a coincidence!" Xie Ci got angry when he saw her. He tried to turn over and move away, but ended up pulling the wound and frowning in pain.
When Lin Shizhu heard the noise, he was worried that he couldn't find an excuse to get away, so he smiled apologetically at Chen Miao:
"Excuse me, Miss Chen. I'm going to go check on the general. Your friend is fine, just suffering from tuberculosis. He will be fine after drinking this bowl of tonic."
After saying this, he scooped out the medicine, wrapped it in a thick cloth, and handed it to Chen Miao after making sure it wouldn't burn her. He then stood up and walked to Xie Ci, bandaged his injured bones, and jokingly said:
"I never thought that General Xie, who had captured the enemy's head without any injury amidst thousands of troops, would end up like this. His sternum was broken by a slight collision."
Xie Ci was teased by his friend like this, and he rolled his eyes at him in displeasure. He wanted to stretch his muscles to show that he was fine, but as soon as he raised his right arm, everyone present heard a cracking sound. Xie Ci looked down at his limp forearm in disbelief. Lin Shizhu quickly stepped forward to check and also came to a surprised conclusion:
"Dislocated?"
Chen Miao used a spoon to feed Tong Zhenzhen the medicine, but she choked violently when she heard it. Seeing her guilty look, Xie Ci felt more and more that something was wrong. He stood up and questioned her, ignoring the pain in his chest:
"Witch, tell me, did you do something to me?"
Lin Shizhu frowned slightly and whispered to stop him:
"No, General."
We haven't figured out the origins and abilities of these "priests" yet, and it would be disadvantageous for them to fall out with them.
Tong Zhenzhen did feel a little guilty. Although it was not her intention, she did cause the other person to be turned into a fragile person by the system. Hiss, does that mean he is also unkillable like her?
A bold idea popped up in her mind and she decided to put it into practice. Before anyone could react, Tong Zhenzhen, with her quick hands, had snatched the sword that Xie Ci had placed next to the stretcher and stabbed Xie Ci directly!
Xie Ci's years of experience in escaping death made him dodge subconsciously, but it was no longer necessary. The strange thunder fell from the sky again, splitting the roof of the tent with perfect accuracy, and the square sword bestowed by the emperor turned into ashes in an instant.
He opened his mouth and stared at Aijian's ashes on the ground, as if he wanted to say something, but was confused by the weird scene and didn't know what to say. He could only stare and wait for Tong Zhenzhen to explain. Lin Shizhu did not see the thunder yesterday with his own eyes, so he looked solemn and lowered his eyes in thought.
"Uh, that, my divine power is unstable, and I accidentally let some of it flow onto you just now," Tong Zhenzhen scratched her chin awkwardly, and explained as concisely as possible, "In short, you will be easily injured in the future, but correspondingly, as long as there is something that threatens your life, you will be struck by lightning like this."
She pointed to a pool of ashes on the ground and chose her words carefully:
"Hey, take it easy. You will be immortal in the future. How great is that! How expensive is your sword..."
Chen Miao whispered to her:
"Well done, Zhenzhen! Your system can also debuff others, so that he won't have the energy to pick on us in the future! But I think this guy doesn't look right, how about we moisten him first?"
Tong Zhenzhen saw the veins on Xie Ci's forehead throbbing faster and faster, and she agreed with him. But before she could run away, Xie Ci, who had been hit hard, finally collapsed. He ignored Lin Shizhu's dissuasion and lifted the stretcher. However, due to his fragile physique, he sprained his ankle and fell to the side in embarrassment. He jumped up again and wanted to catch the culprit, Tong Zhenzhen:
"Are you kidding me?! I'm a general! Have you ever seen a general sprain his ankle while walking?!"
Tong Zhenzhen was also a disabled person whose foot injury had not healed. The two of them were half-disabled and limped around in circles. Xie Ci, in particular, fell again just after he got up, and got up again after falling down. It was so pitiful to see him. She couldn't bear it, so she advised:
"General, you need to look forward! You won't have to fight in the future. Just go to that station and you will be a humanoid lightning rod. Who dares to hit you, a fragile general?"
Xie Ci became even more furious, and seemed to be cursing at his hometown:
"I*!&#%!"
Chen Miao covered Tong Zhenzhen's mouth with her hand, picked up Ban Can and ran out of the door:
"Really? You better stop talking like that!"
The two men fled the scene quickly, and because it was time for dinner, they rushed to the kitchen camp to eat.
In the end, they were still a step too late. Since Xie Ci was injured and went to the military medical camp, the college students of course dispersed on the spot and rushed into the cooking camp. At this time, the originally spacious camp seemed extremely crowded, with people everywhere. There was no place to stand. Many people could only squat under the trees and eat with small bowls. The lines were neatly arranged without any queue-jumping. So they just picked a line and started queuing.
Even though the high priest had instructed in advance that the priests' meals must not be neglected, the military camp did not have much food stored, so where could they find delicacies from the mountains and the sea? The chef in charge of the kitchen, Lao Wang, cursed the fat man for always looking for trouble, but his hands did not stop moving. He swung the spatula so quickly that sparks were almost flying. He was so busy that he could only cook and eat immediately, and after cooking a pot, he would serve it to them.
The priests were also very strange. Every time they stirred the spoon, there would be cheers and thunderous applause. They looked so naive that they made them seem like the newly weaned children in their family.
Tong Zhenzhen put away her hands that were tired of clapping, and felt that the cafeteria uncle who was cooking with a cold face had superb skills. She couldn't imagine how good the food would be at noon!
She wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of her mouth, and subconsciously wanted to take out her precious mobile phone to read a book as she usually did when waiting for food in the cafeteria. However, she found nothing. The corners of her mouth that had been raised suddenly stiffened, and her fingers trembled unconsciously. The joy of escaping the final exam by traveling through time was replaced by an unspeakable sadness.
She looked at Chen Miao, tears streaming down her cheeks:
"Miao, do you feel like you've lost something important as a human being?"
Chen Miao, who pretended to be calm, was stunned. She could no longer pretend to be fine. She pressed her hand heavily on Tong Zhenzhen's shoulder:
"Yeah, I understand, really."
"I can't live a single day without my cell phone!"
The two blurted out the words at the same time, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes. Looking around, all the college students who subconsciously took out their mobile phones while waiting for their meals looked up with a different kind of sadness. They put their hands behind their backs with a sense of loss, having lost their protector who could help them escape from social interaction with the outside world and had thrown away their beloved ones who had wasted their precious time.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
Tong Zhenzhen saw everyone's pain and asked a soul-searching question to the Crunchy Shark System:
Where's my phone? Give it to me now! I'm dying without it!
[Dear, I am not responsible for handling this business. If you need it, you can submit a questionnaire and the leader will handle it after three working days~]
Then an electronic feedback form appeared in front of Tong Zhenzhen. Although she felt that she was being passed around, it was better to have hope than nothing. After discussing it with Chen Miao, she wrote down everyone's wish to play with mobile phones with her mind and clicked Submit.
"Why are you grinning at the air? Are you going to eat or not?"
The cooking uncle's impatient roar brought her back to reality. Tong Zhenzhen hurriedly took the ceramic bowl on the table and handed it over:
“Eat, eat, eat!”
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