AB crash

Eli's tone is like no no, I look at him, I don't know why he did it, I don't know anything about medical treatment, leaving me here alone, he can really think about it, mishandle it, get infected, suffer not himself

"I don't know anything about bandaging. How can you handle it yourself if you don't call someone?" I asked him.Seeing that he was injured so badly, but still had a calm expression on his face, he was surprised, but also a little helpless, why didn't he feel any pain at all?

Eli lowered his head, looked at the bandage wrapped around his waist and abdomen, slowly stretched out his hand, pulled the bandage head, and took off the bandage bit by bit. It was dyed the same color as blood, and the slender and knuckle fingers were also stained with bloody marks, and the horrible crimson wound on the abdomen gradually came into view, just four words - shocking.

I didn't know what I could do to help him, so I just threw the bandage he handed over to the side, took out the disinfection equipment and some commonly used medicines for the regeneration of human body organs from the medical box according to his instructions, and put them beside him.

Eli picked up the medicine and handed it to me. I frowned and looked at him, not knowing what he meant.

Slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at me as if amused, kept silent, as if he was waiting for me to understand, after a long while, he sighed, and then said: "Put it on for me."

Knowing that I can't do these things well, I don't know what to do, so it would be better not to make him hurt more...

"I've never given this to anyone before, so you have to think about it," I warned him.

"It doesn't seem good for the patient to apply the medicine by himself." Eli pointed to his wound, and moved his arm again. The abdominal wound immediately showed signs of being implicated, and the fresh blood seemed to be about to break through the scab and flow And next, as long as he makes a big move, it will affect the wound, and what Eli said makes some sense...

"Okay." So he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The wound on his wound was quite large. After using the disinfectant, he applied the medicine. When the medicine powder met the blood, it was immediately dyed red. It looked a little frightening. He kept staring at the wound, not knowing himself. Did he do it right? From the beginning to the end, Eli didn't say a word, nor did he make any comments about my treatment of his wounds. He could only hear his breathing that seemed to stay in his ears.

The room fell into a strange silence. I thought Eli was asleep, but I turned my face slightly and met his purple pupils, and realized that he was awake all the time.

"While the last competition was still going on, I heard something was wrong outside." He suddenly said, "I think it's those people, so I went out first after submitting the answer, and was almost cut off by two sides. I escaped, and the people over there were injured by me, and they suffered losses. They probably won't come to the door again in a short time..."

I didn't expect him to take the initiative to report this to me, and I was a little surprised, "Oh, that's good...just as long as you're fine."

Of course I'm not the one to benefit from something happening to Eli, and if something happens to him, I'm the one who came with him.

"I want to drink water." He looked at me, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, this kid is very smooth at handling others.

"The wound hurts a bit..." Eli frowned in pain, as if "I'm a patient, you have to listen to me".

There was a burst of black lines, but it is true that after the recovery drug is wiped, although it will recover in a short time, you should not do too much exercise during the recovery period, as it will hinder the growth of the muscle induced by the drug, and the newly recovered skin and flesh will also be stretched ... So it's not unreasonable for Eli to order around.

I took a glass of water and put it on the table and cabinet next to him, and helped him with his clothes. I felt that I was this boy's servant. I haven't forgotten how calm and lively he was when he first entered the door. Why is he acting like a critically ill man now? Face?

Eli looked at me, I was fed up with his unexplained eyes, so I could only say, "Your Highness, your water is here."

"It hurts..." He only said this one word.

I was annoyed, "You are such a big man, why don't you want me to feed you?"

Eli gave me a sideways glance, "Yeah."

There is no way, who called him a patient?I had no choice but to follow Eli's wishes. This kid is really squeamish. He even needs to use a spoon to feed him when he drinks water. He is also very tricky about the water temperature. He has to try it with his mouth before feeding him. Wen, the temperature of the water fed into his mouth seems to have to reach the amount he stipulated, one degree more or one degree less will not work.

I heard that the prince has no other advantages, as long as he is able to take care of himself, he will not trouble the people around him casually. Now I doubt the truth of this statement... He is simply a king of tossing, and he can even toss people to death.

With a sigh of relief, I finally finished feeding a glass of water.

"Okay," I can finally leave first, "I'll open another room." Now we live in only a small single room, the two of us are really crowded, come again, to be honest, I really don't want to Live with this guy Eli.

"Are you sure you want to leave a wounded patient and leave?" Eli said leisurely behind me in his rather lazy tone.

He paused, turned his head, and looked him up and down, how could he look injured in the slightest? "Your Highness, you are not paralyzed yet, so you don't need me to accompany you all the way."

Eli blinked his eyes, tilted his head, and retracted into the bed as if he had no energy, then waved his hand at me, his voice seemed to be tinged with fatigue, "then you go, when you need me , I will notify you with my optical brain."

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching, he still doesn't intend to let me go?I feel a little bit dissatisfied, I am most uncomfortable with this kind of job of serving people, and I am so annoyed by this kid, but this guy is still a "injured patient", and I have to leave immediately .

Deliberately opened a room relatively far away from where Eli is located, near the window, the environment is good, just lying on the bed and closing your eyes to take a good rest, but the light brain trembled desperately.

Eli: I'm hungry, bring food.

At this moment, I really wanted to lie on the bed and ignore the damn message, but in the end I took a deep breath and got up, and went to buy food without complaining.

Even I don't know why I am so obedient.

Half an hour later, I regretted moving the room so far away, and Eli sent a message for the third time, saying: Pick up the bowl and come along to help me clean the wound, it seems to be cracked again.

I really want to go back to him throwing the light brain aside and lying on the bed to sleep by himself after a hundred thousand rolls. After suffering for about 5 minutes, Eli's message came again: Did he die on the way?If not, I will leave by myself.

"Cut..." The childish threat, gritted his teeth and got up from the bed, roaring in his heart: Why do I still have to do what he wants!I was a little crazy, and seriously suspected that this kid was full.

When I didn't know how many times I knocked on the door of Eli's room and stood in front of him, I finally broke out: "Damn it, can you finish the matter at once?"

"No." Eli said, raising his eyes to glance at me: "Who told you to stay so far away from me? If you were here, I promise not to bother you."

Some didn't understand the meaning of these words, and heard him say before leaving the house: "It must be quite tiring to get here from 308."

Going back to my 308, closing the door, slouching on the bed, thinking of Eli's words... No, how does he know which room I live in?

………………

He and Eli arrived at the league registration office early. The games are played in different games. The ranking is the number, and the numbers are arranged in random duels. Each person will play against different opponents three times. After the comparison, the total score ranking will be calculated. Star is eligible to pick mechanical parts for free.

Actual sparring naturally refers to people controlling machines to fight on stage. To be fair, the league headquarters funded and provided mechas for contestants to choose from, but the quality of the machines provided was not very good.

Not to mention, as far as I know, this league system is actually a way of selecting talents. Many people with no background want to rely on this to climb all the way to get the attention of the military department (the military department and some businessmen are the general organizer of the league) , some talented people who were born in small planets will be selected from here.

Of course, now that the Empire and the Federation are at war, they need troops, and some of the outstanding players who performed well in the league will be selected as new soldiers. Now this is a planetary individual competition. When it comes to the star-level competition, each participant They must sign a contract willing to contribute to the military power of the empire.

The competition finally kicked off, and when I saw the rankings of my randomly drawn opponents, I couldn't help cursing inwardly.

"What's the matter?" Eli probably noticed my expression as if I had eaten Xiang Xiang, and turned his head to ask me.

"I don't have anyone's luck. It's okay if the opponent directly draws you as the No. 1. It's my own person, but I just draw a fucking No. 2..." Knowing that I don't have enough actual combat experience, I don't like it. The control of the machine is also a bit laborious. Against this No.2, it may have to suffer.

The result of No.2 is far behind Eli, who is at the top of the list, but it is also a few points higher than me. I don’t know who it is...

Just thinking about this, I heard Eli let out a sigh. He put his arm on my shoulder, lowered his head slightly, and pointed in a direction with his chin, and said in my ear: "That person is the No.2 this time." , I was in the same test room with him... it's a beta, take a look first..."

I looked in the direction where his chin was pointing, but inadvertently collided with an inexplicable line of sight, and was stunned for a while, "It's him." Eli said in my ear.

I looked at this person, I couldn't turn my head for a while, his original reddish-brown hair was refracted bright red through the sunlight, and those pale yellow pupils, which were as pale as autumn leaves, were straight and straight. staring in our direction.

If I didn't read the diary, this person is the one who followed me yesterday afternoon.