Let the system try to save the world

"Open your mouth. Can you still speak?" The medical soldier patiently cleaned the wound and stopped the bleeding for Shen Anzhi.

Shen Anzhi shook his head. He opened his mouth honestly and let the cotton ball soaked in alcohol touch the tender flesh in his mouth. He clutched the white sheet in his hands tightly and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Very good, good boy." The medic patted his head. "You are brave and smart. You did a good job."

"He is indeed an ordinary person." The medic put away the cotton balls and other items used for cleaning the wound, and considerately closed the curtain for Shen Anzhi. He listened to the attending physician talking to someone in a low voice outside the ward, "This child put a box cutter blade in his mouth."

"Yes, yes." The attending physician said, "I rely on the pain to force myself to stay awake and resist the invasion of the mirage."

"Even though he succeeded, I would never encourage any of you to do that again." The attending physician said solemnly, "But you asked for my opinion?"

"Yes, I agree." The attending physician said, "I am willing to personally recommend him to join the Psionic Bureau when he reaches adulthood."

"This child has a serious tendency to self-destruct. At this time, he needs the Psionic Bureau to guide him for a while, at least to prevent him from going astray."

"Mr. Lu, you have always had good vision. You won't regret it this time." The attending physician hung up the phone, "Okay, goodbye."

Shen Anzhi curled the corners of his mouth, revealed a satisfied smile, and lay down on the hospital bed.

Now you have the ticket to that world, Xitong.

Show me how beautiful the world you live in is.

"You're here again?" The doctor already knew Xitong completely. "The first time you fell on the marble table, the second time you were bitten by a golden eagle, what happened this time?"

"He was struck by lightning." Xitong said softly. He had just removed the gauze from his left hand and now had to change the medicine because of the lightning injury. "Can I go in and see him now?"

"I just changed the dressing, so I'm probably still awake. Please go in." The doctor replied, "--Wait a minute, what are you holding in your hand?"

"A secret recipe passed down from our ancestors." Xitong took out a pill and handed it to the doctor, "Eat it, it's delicious."

The doctor took the pill doubtfully. The other party had saved a patient in the emergency room who was almost in critical condition. Everyone in the hospital had heard about this, so he acquiesced to Xitong's act of prescribing medicine for Shen Anzhi.

"Just give it to him." The doctor finally reminded him, "We can't help him if there is any problem with his diet."

"Don't worry." Xitong waved her hand, "Since I dare to give it to him, I will be responsible for any problems."

The doctor took off his mask and sniffed the pill, only to smell the sweet scent of sesame. He carefully wrapped the pill with toilet paper and prepared to give it to his colleague in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine after get off work.

"How is it?" Xitong lifted the curtain of Shen Anzhi's bed and sat down sideways. Seeing Shen Anzhi wanted to open her mouth, he quickly stopped her and said, "Don't talk. I'll just talk."

"I..." Taking the initiative to bring up a topic was not Xitong's forte. His eyes dodged for a moment, and he took out the jar of pills locked in the Lu family's cabinet from his arms. This was what he had told the concerned old housekeeper Mu Yiyu to bring. "I brought you some medicine, which I made myself."

Shen Anzhi pointed to her mouth, indicating that she couldn't chew now.

"I forgot about this." Xitong said, "Please wait a moment. I don't have any potions prepared. I'll go back and make some today."

"You really are..." The atmosphere was a little awkward. In the past, Shen Anzhi always took the initiative to bring up topics, and Xitong only needed to answer.

Shen Anzhi couldn't speak now. One of them was dumb and the other blind. Xitong walked straight on the road relying on the surveillance cameras in the corridor so that no one noticed his discomfort.

But there was no Xitong's third eye behind the curtain of the ward.

The most important thing is that Xitong can no longer regard Shen Anzhi as the dark, sickly, and psychologically twisted protagonist in the script.

"Why bother?" Thousands of words turned into a light sigh. Xitong touched the corner of Shen Anzhi's mouth and performed a small healing spell. "Didn't I say I still have a way?"

Shen Anzhi lowered her head and touched Xitong's slightly cool palm with her lips that were burning with pain.

Even if you have thousands of ways, I will do the first one.

"Stop, stop." Someone ripped open the light blue curtain. "What are you two doing?"

"I didn't do anything." Xitong withdrew her hand, and Shen Anzhi rubbed her lips in an attempt to cover up her guilt. In Lu Jingming's eyes, this looked like a guilty conscience.

"Okay, you two." Lu Jingming pulled Xitong over. Lu Jingming only had a few insignificant scratches on his body, making him the least injured among the three.

"Brother Shen is tired, let him sleep."

Shen Anzhi wanted to say that I'm not tired at all.

"Brother He, oh, you don't know Brother He yet." Lu Jingming said, "His name is He Shuang, he is my father's subordinate...employee? He said he wants to discuss something important with you, you should go quickly."

"I'm going." Xitong stood up quickly after hearing this and said to Shen Anzhi, "I'll come to see you in a few days."

"Don't worry, Brother Shen, I'm here." Lu Jingming patted his chest and made a promise.

I'm scared because you're here. Shen Anzhi looked at the decorations around her nervously.

"Brother Shen, do you want some water? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Lu Jingming asked "attentively," Come, I'll help you."

Xitong had already made an appointment with the Psychic Bureau. He casually asked a Psychic Bureau soldier guarding outside and found out where He Shuang was.

"What's the situation now?" He Shuang was hugging his arms, watching through the glass with a serious face as the medical soldiers from the Psychic Bureau rescued Qin Xu who was in a deep coma.

This cannot be handed over to the doctors in the hospital. They will probably faint from fright when they see Qin Xu's dragon tail.

"You're here." He Shuang put down his arm and took the initiative to shake hands with Xi Tong, "He Shuang."

"Xitong, I recognize you." Xitong interrupted the meaningless greetings that might follow.

"I won't say much." He Shuang didn't feel offended by Xi Tong's straightforward statement. He looked at the people in the emergency room with worry, "The situation is very bad."

"The power of the heavenly punishment in the thunder is secondary." He Shuang said, "Our people said that the main reason why he is unconscious now is that a large number of his organs have failed to varying degrees. If it weren't for the physical fitness of the dragon race..."

"He should have died long ago." He Shuang said.

"I know that modern medical treatments have little effect on him." Xitong scanned Qinxu's physical condition. "If you plan to keep him alive, the best way now is to send him back to Xihe Base. The rich spiritual energy there may be able to save his life."

"This is the worst option." He Shuang said, "After all, you know..."

"He is a dragon, and he is hostile to us." He Shuang continued, "We need to discuss whether sending him to Xihe Base is a good way to release the tiger back to the mountain."

"I'm just making a suggestion." Xitong showed an indifferent attitude, "Because whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

"If you ask me about my attitude." Xitong thought for a moment, "This thing is quite rare. You can keep it as a specimen."