Global Master

For most of the wasteland residents, as long as they work and participate in urban construction, these consultation fees will naturally not be a big problem.

But for a boy who is only six or seven years old, this is obviously impossible.

Even if he is willing to work, how much he can do.

"What's wrong with your sister?"

Hearing that Roco was willing to ask one more question, the boy's emotions were obviously agitated.

After all, people who have lived on the wasteland rarely have sympathy, and everyone is used to life and death.

There are also very few "lazy people" like nowadays, sitting on benches on the side of the road in the central square instead of working in broad daylight.

This is something that few wasteland residents do except for those white-robed lords.

That's why the boy in front of him wants to give it a try.

Roco's answer was to make the boy in front of him feel a little hope in his heart.

Although hope is slim, it is better than being rejected directly.

"I don't know what's wrong with her, but she is very uncomfortable. I would like to ask you to lend me some of this, and I will take her to the doctor."

Obviously, the boy is not how to adapt to the so-called money.

In the Wasteland Age, everyone was fancy about what you have in your hands and what you have in my hands.

Exchange between each other is important.

During these three months, the gentlemen in white robes gave out a kind of paper.

That's right, it's paper, which feels rough to the touch.

But with this kind of paper, you can change a lot of things you couldn't even think of before.

There are food, medicine, and even someone will tell you how to take this medicine...

In just three months, for the boy, the world seems to have undergone a completely different change.

When in the camp, everyone should calculate each other and be on guard with each other.

Even if someone has excess food in their hands, they dare not let others see it.

But in these three months, people have this extra in their hands. Everyone with strength can do anything, as long as they are willing to do it.

Those gentlemen in white robes seem to give out this kind of paper.

The boy also wants to do a lot of work, but even if he does it himself, it is still not enough.

For the banknotes in the boy's hands, Luo Ke really didn't.

After all, I don’t need it at all.

"Maybe you can let me take a look."

When he heard these words, the boy was obviously taken aback, and then couldn't help but asked more excitedly: "Are you... a doctor?"

This word is obviously new to learn, so when the boy spoke, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Roco nodded very directly, affirming: "I am a doctor."

Camp No. 1, although many people have had the opportunity to enter the buildings in the city.

But this does not mean that most people on the wasteland can change their lives.

There are still many people, and they are still in the camp outside the city.

Rocco followed the hurried boy towards a simple tent in Camp 1 closest to the edge of the desert.

Although the entire camp has been greatly developed, in fact, if you do not have enough abilities and anyone is willing to shelter you, then you can only be in the most dilapidated place.

In this small camp, in addition to the boys, there are seven children.

They all live in this small tent, and they obviously have no parents.

At the moment, in the corner of the tent, several rags piled together to form a bed.

This is obviously a bed in this dilapidated tent.

The little **** the bed, above her dark face, flushed, her eyes closed tightly.

A girl with the same age as the boy next to Roco, with a dilapidated and cracked kettle in her hand, tried to feed the **** the bed.

Seeing that the boy brought Luo Ke, although the other party was not wearing a white robe, he was only neatly dressed, obviously not an ordinary person.

The girl immediately stood up to a change and gave Ro Ke a place.

The few children around were full of curiosity and expectation in their gazes looking at Ro Ke.

Especially the boy who brought Roco over.

Sitting on the edge of the bed covered with oilcloth, Roco put his hand on the girl's forehead.

Obviously, she felt the arrival of a stranger around her, and the girl wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

Very simple illness, just fever.

But for these children, if they can't rely on their own unsound immunity to resist the past.

Then there is only a dead end.

Not only children, but the same for people on the wasteland.

Poor people always have the same sorrow in the face of disease.

But now it’s a lot better. At least for adults, they have the opportunity to cure their illnesses through work.

But for these children, even if they are willing to work, who would be willing to use it.

If you don’t have enough energy to work, is it possible to waste that precious coin for them?

Roco really has no coins in his hands, and the girl is too young.

Even if Roco wanted to use aura, he couldn't help the girl at all, because a careless person might cause the girl's body to collapse completely because it can't carry too much aura.

The boy on the side looked at Roco expectantly.

"Can you help me cure my sister's illness?"

The boy apparently reported great expectations, and was also very afraid of not being able to say two words from Roco's mouth.

Rocco was a little silent, but then smiled on his face: "Don't worry, but I need you to help me get those medicines?"

"Of course, where do you say to go, I can follow you."

Hearing Roco's words, not only the boy was excited, but even the children around him couldn't help but get excited.

Roco took out a light blue metal card from his pocket.

"Take this thing and go to the nearest treatment point. They will give you the medicine."

There was a faint light on the light blue metal plate. Although the boy didn't know what the sign represented, he couldn't help but become excited after hearing Roco's words.

After all, with medicine, my sister's illness will be cured.

The rest is very simple. That piece of metal card specially marked by No. 9 is in the hands of the boy. Naturally, people in white robes will soon arrive at the edge of Camp No. 1, in this almost forgotten corner.

The girl’s illness is not a big problem.

At the very least, for the medical system owned by the Silver Empire, this is simply a disease.

After treating the girl, the white-robed man was very respectful like Luo Xing.

And Roco thought a lot about the girls and the children in this dilapidated camp.

In the end, Luo Ke couldn't help laughing. He was really not an careerist.

Careerists should not have compassion, and even if they do, they should not be able to influence their own decisions.