There were still many players’ bodies left in Lianhua University, all left behind due to the high school exam event.
Gu Mian estimated along the way that the bodies he passed numbered over a hundred.
Thanks to the weather, these bodies, dead for less than two days, still hadn’t begun to stink. On the way back, Fatty recited mantras with every careful step, fearing he might accidentally step on soone’s hand.
While Fatty was cautiously watching his step, a hand reached out and grabbed his ankle.
"Mother!" A shriek rang out in the dark night as Fatty jumped behind Gu Mian, clutching his coat and wailing, "Doctor, sothing touched !"
Gu Mian turned around. Before checking what was touching Fatty, he shone his flashlight on Fatty’s face for a few monts. Looking at this face, it doesn’t seem worthy of being touched by anyone.
Only after sweeping the flashlight beam in a circle around Fatty did he slowly turn it to where the hand had erged.
A pale hand lay among the rubble, its arm covered in scars.
Looking up the arm, he saw a person dressed in a white top. Half of her body was trapped beneath the ruins, motionless, as if touching Fatty just now had drained all her strength.
As Fatty cautiously craned his neck to look at the half-trapped person, Gu Mian suddenly took two steps forward and squatted in front of her.
He brushed the dust and debris off her face, revealing a familiar one.
Keke?
The one who first appeared in the Hide and Seek instance, likely the one who strangled Ji Bie Li?
She also recently appeared in the Werewolf Killing Dungeon, making so unknown secret agreent with Chu Changge. At the last mont, she betrayed him by committing suicide, leading another civilian to vote for Chu Changge, which allowed to win.
"Ah," Fatty apparently also recognized the person, "is it Miss Keke?"
What is she doing here?
Chu Changge had said Keke only betrayed him because she needed sothing from Gu Mian. But besides my looks, I don’t think I have anything else she’d covet.
"Anyway, let’s take her back first," Gu Mian said, poking at the rocks pressing down on her. I still don’t know what Keke wants, and I can’t just let her die before fulfilling her wish.
Moving things was a specialty of Fatty and Xiao Hong.
In just a few minutes, HUFFING and PUFFING, they cleared the debris from Keke. Her other half was crushed and bloody. It’s unclear if her bones are injured.
Gu Mian looked at the person on the ground with concern, "I think we might need a stretcher..."
Fatty ran off to the supermarket to buy a stretcher. Gu Mian, too lazy to move, gave Fatty his phone for protection.
So, in the middle of the night, those still awake in Accompany Next Year witnessed a peculiar sight—Gu Mian’s group was returning, carrying a stretcher.
Although they were quite far away, it could still be seen that a woman was lying on it.
"What the hell," Accompany Next Year muttered, backing half a step away from the window, "why is he always bringing back won?"
And they were all unconscious.
She couldn’t help but rember so of the web novels she had read in her young and naive days. The protagonist collected won one after another, one after another, one after another...
Soon, her mind was completely occupied with the phrase "collect one after another."
Gu Mian and the others quickly carried Keke back ho. Upon their return, the forgotten Xiao Qiao was sitting on the bed in a daze. Hearing the door open, she imdiately ran to the living room to look, coming face-to-face with the person on the stretcher.
This was Xiao Qiao and Keke’s first eting. Even though one of them was unconscious, they had indeed t.
The "catfight" scenario Fatty had imagined didn’t happen.
Xiao Qiao didn’t point at Keke on the stretcher and interrogate Gu Mian, "Who is this woman! You can fool around, but how could you find soone so pretty? You clearly don’t take seriously!"
Nor did Keke wake up with teary eyes, saying, "Sister, this is all a misunderstanding. He and I are just friends. If you don’t like , I won’t disturb you guys here anymore, BOO HOO HOO..."
This certainly didn’t fit their established personas.
The stretcher was placed on the ground.
Fatty saw Xiao Qiao walk over, squat down, then extend a finger and poke Keke’s shoulder.
It was quite forceful. The unconscious person seed to feel the pain and let out a soft GROAN.
Nonchalantly, Xiao Qiao retracted her finger and stood up.
Fatty finally heard the superstar speak. She didn’t ask how she herself had gotten into this room, nor where they had just been. Instead, she inquired about the person on the floor, "Who is she?"
Fatty coughed, feeling the atmosphere was developing as he’d anticipated, "This is Keke... uh... a player who went through the Werewolf Killing Dungeon with us. It was thanks to her suicide—slandering Brother Chu to implicate him as the ghost—that the suspicion against the Doctor was cleared. Before dying, she even said she hoped the Doctor would help her with sothing..."
After hearing this, Xiao Qiao was silent for a few seconds before replying, "Oh."
Gu Mian was squatting to examine Keke’s body, "As a neurosurgeon, I usually only observe craniotomies. If her skull were cracked open, I could close it. But if it’s a broken bone, that might not be within my expertise."
There are dicines sold in the supermarket, but it seems there are none to treat fractures.
Gu Mian looked at Keke’s crushed side. There were many abrasions, but no swelling. There was no sound when moved slightly. Her bones are probably fine.
With this, half a month of rest should be enough for her to recover, he thought, taking out the nearly depleted Evil God spray. This stuff could stop bleeding quickly and had so wound-healing effects. Keke has lost quite a bit of blood; I should get so pork liver to help her replenish it.
"By the way, Doctor..." Fatty began, looking at the spray in Gu Mian’s hand, "When I went to get the stretcher, I took a look at the dical supplies section..."
If Fatty hadn’t ntioned this section, Gu Mian would have completely forgotten about it. Although it contained many dicines coveted by players, the prices were too high for most to afford.
Gu Mian, who could afford them, never fulfilled his duties as a doctor, instead running around with a Saw every day.
The instance had even granted Gu Mian an [Angel Halo], directly changing him from a Doctor to a Priest, but Gu Mian still just ran around with a Saw.
The dicine they bought during the last plague outbreak hadn’t even been used up yet.
"What happened?" Gu Mian asked, winding a bandage. "Did the prices go up again?"
"No," Fatty said, his expression hard to read, "The dical supplies section... it’s gone."
Gone? Gu Mian looked up.
Is this another move by the Low-Dinsional World? he wondered. Even though the supermarket was opened by Earth, Earth and the Low-Dinsional World mutually restrict each other.
To use the supermarket as an analogy, it’s like it has two shareholders. One proposes selling items cheaply, and the other proposes selling them at higher prices. Whoever gains the upper hand has the final say.
"Are any other sections gone?" Gu Mian lowered his head again.
Fatty shook his head. "No, just the dical supplies section is gone."
That’s strange. If the Low-Dinsional World gained control of the supermarket, why didn’t it remove food and other necessities? Why remove dical supplies instead? Removing dical supplies has little impact on the players because even if they weren’t removed, others couldn’t afford them anyway.
At this mont, Chu Changge suddenly spoke, "Do you rember what I previously found out about the origins of the goods in the supermarket?"
Of course, I rember. Chu Changge had discovered that the goods in the supermarket likely ca from the instance worlds.
Gu Mian understood. "So you an the dicine is produced in the Old World?"
So, because the Old World collapsed, the dical supplies section disappeared along with it?
But the Old World is a technologically undeveloped world. How could it produce such effective dicine, so of which can even prolong life?
Sensing Gu Mian’s confusion, Fatty ruffled his hair. "Why don’t we ask Miss Liu Ruyan about the pharmaceutical production level in the Old World?"
"It’s not produced in the Old World."
Gu Mian, who was still bent over, suddenly heard Xiao Qiao speak. Surprised, he looked up to see Xiao Qiao repeat, "It’s not produced in the Old World."
Well, this is very strange then.
Gu Mian didn’t let himself get sidetracked wondering why the supermarket had removed the dicines while there was a nearly-dead person on the ground. He ticulously wrapped Keke up like a mummy, then went out and kicked open the door of the adjacent room. Turning back to Xiao Qiao and the unconscious Keke, he said, "You two can stay here for now."
Fatty looked at the kicked-open door, feeling slightly sheepish. "That might not have been necessary... Perhaps we could have asked Miss Liu for the Key."
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