Refuse To Bind The System, Meet God At The Corner

In the clinic in the small village, Cushens bent over, braced himself, carefully dropped the medicine in the dropper into the flask in front of him, and mixed it with the brown liquid inside.

The elves lying on the hospital beds around them, whether old or young, are each one of the most beautiful beings in the world. However, they cannot survive natural disasters and diseases.

Somehow, since Nalan Shu left, Kushens has slowly felt that his body has begun to become weak; especially when he comes to a clinic where patients are concentrated, this situation has become even more aggravated.

In just a few hours, he was already sick. It seems that without the protection of Nalan Shu, Kushens, like other patients, would also get sick and most likely die.

But Cushens couldn't care about this anymore. If he didn't mix the potion as soon as possible, he might not be able to hold on for long.

"Six drops of Reagent No. 1...cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Just as he was about to follow the steps to prepare the medicine, he suddenly coughed violently.

Cushens couldn't hold on any longer. He held his chest and coughed harder and harder, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Dark red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the dropper in his hand could no longer be grasped and fell into the flask.

This semi-finished product is considered scrapped.

"No...cough cough cough...can't..."

Cushens barely stood while leaning on the countertop, looking at the half-finished potion, feeling a chill in his heart.

This was the semi-finished medicine that Nalan Shu left for him. It was the last hope for treating the epidemic, but now it was destroyed in his own hands. What should he do?

Just when Cushens was in despair, a very deep voice sounded beside him:

"Add too much, six drops is enough."

A strange figure wearing a pure white cloak appeared beside Cushens at some point. The high-brimmed hood and collar covered the entire appearance of this uninvited guest. Only a few strands of soft blond hair fell out, like fine silk. So smooth and delicate.

"Ahem! You, who are you?"

Cushens was startled and almost knocked the flask over the table.

"It's me, teacher." The man who was wrapped up tightly said in a low voice, "Nalan Shu."

"master?!"

When Kushensi saw the visitor reveal his identity, he felt as if he had met his savior. He was so excited that he just wanted to go up and ask questions. Unexpectedly, he was too weak and his eyes turned black, so he fell straight towards Nalan Zhu.

"Ahem! You're finally back...eh?"

Unexpectedly, Nalan Shu, who would have caught him, turned sideways and dodged. Kushensi missed the ball and fell directly into the mud.

"Well..." Cushens fell down and his eyes flashed. The impact of the fall and the weak new patient fainted directly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, teacher, I...sigh."

Looking at Kushens who fainted on the ground, Nalan Shu also felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to approach anyone before she changed back to her original body. If she showed her weakness, she would misunderstand him.

Not long ago, Nalan Shu tried all kinds of ways, but he couldn't change it back, and he couldn't switch to other save files. He had no choice but to wrap it up tightly first and think of a solution later.

Then, she looked at the flask on the reagent table and sighed.

Although Nalan Shu expected that Kushens would contract the disease, he did not expect that it would strike so quickly and even affect Kushens' normal work.

Now this only bottle of semi-finished medicine is considered scrapped.

The original plan was to prepare the finished medicine, then Kushens would conduct clinical trials, while Nalan Shu would find the medicinal materials, and then use some magic to delay the lives of the patients, so that only two days would be enough.

But now, Cushens is ill. Although he can still recreate it, it will take seven days including the time for collecting medicinal materials and testing the medicine.

Nalan Shu glanced around at the patients lying on the bed, and his heart suddenly sank.

The epidemic is not like the injuries caused during battles. She has thousands of Chinese healing magics to treat her, and Nalan Shu can restore her head if it is severed. However, the "loss of life" caused by the epidemic that eats up the vitality, Her magic to heal injuries and disabilities no longer works.

You don’t necessarily need medicine to cure the disease. In fact, if you can switch to the "Holy Angel" save file that specializes in treatment, it will be simple and easy to completely cure the disease.

Of course, this was the last resort, because a therapeutic potion could be developed soon, so Nalan Shu thought that this trick would not be used at all.

I just didn't expect that there was a problem with the switch now, and it was impossible to switch to that save file. In addition, the potion was scrapped. Even if Nalan Shu tried his best to use magic or elixirs and other means to delay their lives, they could only last for three days at most. So the only ending waiting for these elves in front of them is...death.

Inside the tight hooded cloak, Nalan Shu was racking her brains to think of a solution. Suddenly, she felt her cloak being gently pulled.

Nalan Shu looked down and saw a little elf girl who was only as tall as her thigh, tugging on her cloak and looking up at her.

"Are you, like Mr. Cushens, a doctor?"

"I am." Nalan Shu knelt down and looked level with the little girl, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor, can you help my brother? He looks so uncomfortable right now."

"Okay." Nalan Shu stood up, "Take me there."

The little girl's brother was lying on a hospital bed in the northeast. The edge of the bed and his face were stained with black blood, which must have been caused by hemoptysis caused by the epidemic.

Nalan Shu sat on the edge of the bed, moved the body of the breathless little boy, put his head on his lap, gently stroked the top of his head, stared at the boy, and said nothing for a long time.

The child's disease had reached an advanced stage and death was not far away. In Nalan Shu's eyes, he seemed to be wrapped in countless thick black mist, with no trace of life left.

"Where are your parents?"

"My parents said they would leave for a while and come back when my brother recovers. They asked me to take good care of him." The little girl also sat next to Nalan Shu, with a cute smile on her dirty face, "They called We don't have to worry."

Then, the little girl held her brother's hand and said softly to the unconscious boy: "Don't be afraid, Bata, our king will definitely protect us."

"King...King..."

The unconscious little boy closed his lips and muttered this seemingly meaningless word.

Even at the last moment of life, what you are calling are not your parents, but an illusory "king"?

Nalan Shu looked at the boy with closed eyes and couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"The flames from the flexible bowstrings freeze the night sky."

"With awe-inspiring farewell poems from Qing Cang, I bid farewell to my beloved..."

Suddenly, the little girl lowered her head and sang a farewell song in a low voice. Her tone gradually became choked up from the original gentleness. The girl's singing voice in the entire clinic began to sing along, and those who were still awake and those who had lost consciousness began to sing along in a low voice. .

This is the elegy written by the elves for the Elf King of the Holy Tree when he passed away in the teleportation; in later generations, whenever they lose a loved one, the elves will always sing this elegy beside the body of their loved one, and the sad tune fills the air. Full of helplessness and sadness, as well as the pursuit of the "king" who is only spread in poems, books and songs.