At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

Lin Aotian turned his head slowly, with a calm expression: "It's a coincidence, what's the matter?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do. Let's go and drink!"

Zhao Chengfeng said casually.

Originally, he was just hanging out at this time, so naturally he could do anything.

"Another day, I still have to take a step ahead." Lin Aotian ignored him, turned his head and was about to leave.

"Ding! System prompt!"

Zhao Chengfeng suddenly heard a system notification sound.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the system task!"

"Mission: Treat Lin Aotian's injuries."

Trigger task?Heal Lin Aotian's injury?
Zhao Chengfeng frowned, looking thoughtfully at Lin Aotian's figure.

If the system hadn't suddenly prompted the task, he really wouldn't have noticed that Lin Aotian was injured.

As expected of the male lead in the original book, the master of Shura Hall, how can he pretend to be.

Zhao Chengfeng sighed in his heart, and then said to Lin Aotian: "I can help you heal your injuries."

He understands Lin Aotian's character, and knows that this person is not easy to get along with, if he talks to Lin Aotian slowly, it will definitely be useless.

Therefore, Zhao Chengfeng decided to take a gamble, and directly called Lin Aotian's physical injury, so as to take the lead!
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Lin Aotian immediately stopped and looked at Zhao Chengfeng.

Lin Aotian's expression was ice-cold, and he said each word: "What did you say?"

Sensing the murderous look in Lin Aotian's eyes, Zhao Chengfeng acted as if he didn't see it, and continued: "I said you were injured, I can heal it."

Of course, this is what Zhao Chengfeng said casually. He learned about Lin Aotian's injury through system tasks, so how would he know what the injury is and whether he can treat it?
It's the same sentence, but it's just a head start.

Only by deceiving Lin Aotian first, can Zhao Chengfeng complete the task.

As for the others, he is not too lazy to take care of them now.

In the worst case, tell Lin Aotian that his medical skills are limited, you should hire someone else, the latter would not be able to get angry and attack him.

Seeing what Zhao Chengfeng said was convincing, Lin Aotian slowly took a breath, hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"What are you waiting for, get in the car."

Zhao Chengfeng patted on the car door and urged.

"Well, although I don't know how you saw that I was injured, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Lin Aotian nodded and got into the car.

"Sit still."

Zhao Chengfeng stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the sports car rushed out like a spring.

He did not go home, but drove Lin Aotian to a remote suburb.

Although Zhao Chengfeng said that he wanted to complete the system tasks, he also had some concerns in his heart.

Lin Aotian, as the male protagonist in the original text, is also the master of the Asura Hall, and his own strength is very strong, so it must be very difficult to get him injured.

If it wasn't for the sake of completing the mission, Zhao Chengfeng wouldn't join in at all.

Even if he has no other choice now, he has to find a place where no one is around, so as to avoid being seen by those who are interested in his relationship with Lin Aotian, and avoid being implicated by him.

Zhao Chengfeng is very satisfied with his current life, and he hasn't been a capitalist enough yet, so he doesn't want to break his peaceful life just because of such a trivial matter.

After stopping at the hidden place, Zhao Chengfeng said to Lin Aotian: "Show me the wound."

"it is good."

Lin Aotian readily agreed, and immediately took off his shirt.

It was only then that Zhao Chengfeng discovered that Lin Aotian's injury was much more serious than he had imagined. There was a deep wound on his back, a large piece of muscle was rolled up, and the surface had lost too much blood, showing a pale white color.

The wound was a knife wound, and it was very long, covering Lin Aotian's entire back, from his left shoulder to his right waist.

Looking at this fierce wound, Zhao Chengfeng could imagine Lin Aotian's injury.

At the same time, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, if the striker put in more effort, Lin Aotian might be cut in half directly.

And he was also a little surprised at Lin Aotian's toughness, with such a big wound on his body, without any treatment, Lin Aotian could still walk on the street as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Chengfeng didn't know how long Lin Aotian had been injured, but he could remember that an hour had passed since he saw Lin Aotian.

And depending on the state of blood loss from the wound, the injury time will definitely not be short.

Zhao Chengfeng felt that Lin Aotian's ability to hold on until now and not fall down was enough to be called a miracle.

"You are lucky, it's just some skin trauma."

After carefully looking at Lin Aotian's injuries, Zhao Chengfeng said.

"I know, let's deal with the wound." Lin Aotian said.

For his own injury, Lin Aotian's level of strength is naturally well aware.

It was only because the injury was on the back, and the wound was too big, that he couldn't handle it by himself, so it was delayed until now.

"Okay, bear with it."

Zhao Chengfeng didn't say anything more, and took out the first-aid kit that he had prepared earlier from the trunk.

The first aid kit contains these simple medicines and medical equipment, as well as alcohol, anti-inflammatory drugs and sutures.

The amount is not much, but it is enough to treat Lin Aotian's wound.

Zhao Chengfeng picked up the alcohol first, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it directly into the wound.

"hiss!"

Immediately, Lin Aotian's muscles tensed up, and a low voice came out of his mouth.

The pain from the alcohol directly entering the wound was so intense that even Lin Aotian couldn't bear it completely.

In fact, his current performance has already been called a tough guy. If it were an ordinary person, his wounds would be washed with such rough alcohol, and he would immediately pass out from pain.

This scene was seen by Zhao Chengfeng, and the hairs on his back would stand on end.

This was the first time he treated someone else's wound, so he never thought that the reaction would be so violent.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Ao gradually calmed down.

At this moment, he was already dripping with sweat, and the surface of his skin was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

"Next time you do this, you tell me first."

Lin Aotian gasped and said.

Originally, he thought that what Zhao Chengfeng said just to hold back was that he was going to clean the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

Lin Aotian had been injured many times, and he had always dealt with it in this way before, so he had long been used to that kind of slight stimulation.

But he never expected that Zhao Chengfeng would pour the whole bottle of alcohol on the wound in such a rigid manner.

The pain at that moment even surpassed the time when Lin Aotian was slashed.

Lin Aotian used all his willpower to resist turning around and slapping Zhao Chengfeng to death.

"Understood." Zhao Chengfeng agreed with a nod. Naturally, he would not explain that it was his first time treating someone else's wound, and his inexperience led to this result.

He knew in his heart that if he told Lin Aotian the truth now, it might be difficult for him to see the sun the next day.

Zhao Chengfeng, who didn't know that he had wandered around the ghost gate, looked at Lin Aotian's wound and nodded: "The wound is almost cleaned up, I'm going to start stitching it up."