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"I don't know, John, whether you want to steal Winfreth's secret technology, or whether you want to hide in the hospital to learn other secret knowledge, or whether you want to manipulate people's hearts and subvert the cult to have some fun... but I It’s enough to know that your plan is not a good thing for Crossroads Hospital and Winfrey Morgan!”

"As a half-priest of Crossroads Hospital, I have a lot of secrets within the order. Those are details that Clovette has been exposed to but ignored on a daily basis. They will definitely be able to provide a lot of help to your plan."

"We can definitely form an alliance, you and I, and work together to overthrow Winfrey's rule and overthrow the entire Crossroads Hospital!"

"John, if you are willing to join forces with me, at 18 o'clock in the evening, exert the moth's influence on Clovette, arouse the buzzing in her head to interfere with her mind, and I will appear again."

After Emma said this, she immediately pushed Watson down on the bed and roughly tore open Watson's pajamas, exposing the ferocious layer of red and bloody muscle fibers inside.

"You will blame all the causes of these molting injuries on me later and say -"

Emma's words stopped abruptly, the muscles on her face spasmed like epileptic convulsions, and the gloomy and anxious expression faded away, replaced by a cheerful and lively smile.

Clovette is back.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw John's shocking chest, the exposed scarlet texture, and the blood seeping from the skin peeling wounds had completely soaked the inner single clothes. Her memory still remained that the three of them had just left the woodland. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah! John, why did you..."

Before she finished speaking, Clovette felt the remaining magic power of the Cup and Moth in the room. She looked at Watson's painful expression, looked down at her blood-stained nails, and already understood the reason why her best friend was injured - —It’s my sister! My sister came out to cause mischief while I was sleeping again! ! !

"Did my sister hurt you like this, John?" Crowett asked and answered herself, "It must have been my sister who exerted the moth's influence on you and forced you to shed your skin!"

"Mr. Winfrey is so right. I shouldn't have let down my guard and let my sister run out. Sure enough, it has become a big mistake now, and it actually caused you to be injured like this, John!"

Clovette was so anxious that she almost cried. She quickly lifted up the peeling skin of her best friend who had been tortured by her sister, and reattached it to the corresponding part. She immediately murmured the words to awaken the pulse that she had not fully mastered in her heart. The surging vitality pumped out during the pulsations of the body and heart was transmitted to John's body again through the palms of his hands. At the same time, this vitality was also awakening the other party's unformed mental state, forcing the other party's heart to beat actively. As the blood rushed and flowed, the vitality was also absorbed. Squeeze it out.

Fresh blood mixed with vitality seeped out from the exposed texture, and then flowed back under the control of Crovette's magic power. The backflow force pulled the peeled off skin and reattached it tightly.

But construction is always more difficult than destruction, and healing is always more difficult than harm.

Clovette tried her best but could only barely heal the injuries on Mr. Watson's chest, but the injuries in other parts could not be completely healed on the spot.

"No, Crowett must clean up the trouble caused by her sister!"

She thought this and tried to squeeze out a bit of vitality from her body again, but she felt in a trance for a moment. She was unable to stand still and fell on Watson's intact chest.

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When Crowett woke up, she was already lying in the inpatient ward of the hospital, and on the bed next to her was John lying on his back.

John was lying prone on the hospital bed at the moment, the clothes on his back were open and covered with bloody bandages, revealing a strong smell of blood and herbs.

Watson, who heard the sound of struggling to get up in the next bed, put down his book, turned his head to look at the pale girl, and gave a pale smile, "Clowett, you're awake."

Clovette is not a fool. When she saw the scene in front of her, she already knew that she must have used too much magic to suppress her vitality and fainted from exhaustion... It seems that John called other church members to move us to the hospital.

She shook her head in a daze, feeling that although her physical strength was exhausted, she still had an excited desire to exercise in her heart. She really wanted to get out of bed, stretch her rusty body, and dance happily and energetically. . But she also cares about John, who was injured because he let his sister go free.

Crowett struggled to get out of bed, "John, how are you? It's all my fault. I didn't wake up immediately after coming back from Mansu, which caused my sister to run out and made you like this-"

She had just put her feet on the ground and was standing up suddenly, when she felt her head was dizzy, stars were spinning around in front of her eyes, and she suddenly fell back to the hospital bed.

Seeing this, Watson quickly waved his hand to signal the other party to calm down, "I'm fine. Nello has helped me deal with the injury and given some special medicine. He said that I will be able to fully recover and continue working in a day or two."

"On your part, Clovette, excessive use of the power of the heart has put a huge burden on your spirit. You must take a good rest in the past few days and restrain your restless desire to exercise to prevent your mind from getting out of control. "

"Yeah, you've already been given the medicine... That's good." Crovette seemed to have no words behind Watson, just thinking that the other party's injuries had been taken care of, and finally showed a relaxed smile.

But in an instant she suddenly stood up again, "No, why didn't Mr. Nello directly heal John's injury? He must be lazy and didn't want to use magic... It's better to let me heal your injury directly."

As she said this, Crovette staggered out of bed again, murmuring words that even the dead would want to crawl out of their graves and continue dancing after hearing them.

But before her eyes were darkened and her vision was unclear, she groped her way to the hospital bed next door. She felt an unmistakable force coming from the inner socket of her knees and shoulders. He picked her up in his arms and placed her on the soft bed. On the bed.

"Okay, Clovette, just stay here and don't move... Nello has warned me to keep an eye on you and not allow you to get out of bed casually. It's best to tie you firmly to the bed with restraints." Don't move either," Watson said softly, and blood began to leak from the bandage on his back.

He stroked Clovette's head and softly sang the lullaby she sang last night, "Go back to sleep and have a good rest. You don't want to lose control of your mind and become a deformed monster."

"Yes." Crowett nodded gently, listened to her mother's lullaby, and fell asleep again.

Watson took out the pocket watch he carried with him. The fat hour hand was about to reach the VI position, which was the position of 18 o'clock in the evening.

He looked at Crovette, who was sleeping like a kitten, and thinking about Emma's words, the moth in his skull flapped its wings slightly.