Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Yun Ran obtained permission and came in with his assistant, who had a small cart filled with various medicines specifically for Winslow.

Jinchen took a quick look and found that most of them were for treating external injuries, while the rest of the medicines that he couldn't name were most likely developed by the dungeon itself.

After all, in Jinchen's eyes, they are all things of unknown origin.

"Brother Luo, here you go."

Yun Ran picked up the wine glass, poured out the powder in the first layer of bottles, and handed it to Winslow.

"Wait a minute."

Jin Chen stopped Winslow's outstretched hand and looked at the powder in the paper bag in Yun Ran's hand, "What kind of medicine is this?"

This medicine looks very unorthodox!

Yun Ran looked at Wenslow and said hesitantly, "It's a special medicine that can quickly replenish physical strength. Fighters in the fighting arena must take it, otherwise the treatment period will be too long."

Jin Chen pinched some on his fingertips and raised his eyebrows when he heard it, "High content of stimulants?"

Yun Ran choked and said, "Actually... it's about the same, but it's better for the body than stimulants, and generally speaking, it doesn't have any side effects."

How can this person speak so bluntly?

Jin Chen lowered his eyes again and looked at the quiet Winslow in his arms, "You skipped breakfast and drank stimulants with strong liquor?"

Inexplicably, after Jinchen said this, even Yunran, who was supposed to have nothing to do with it, didn't dare to speak.

Only the young assistant who didn't know Jinchen's identity looked at him in surprise, and could sense some helplessness and anger from his words.

Winslow looked up at him, his dark pupils filled with sadness, desolate grievance, but his tone was almost straightforward.

“No one cares about me.”

Just a few words caused an ineffective accountability effort to collapse into pieces.

Before Jinchen could reply, the next sentence bombarded him.

"If I don't eat this, I'll be in a lot of pain and won't be able to win."

Jinchen heard resentment in this sentence for no reason.

After a few seconds of silence, Jinchen took a deep breath and suppressed the chaotic thoughts and slight anger in his heart.

"Brother will take care of you. Don't eat it anymore, okay?"

Winslow's eyelashes trembled slightly, he bit his tongue hard, and his eyes were so suppressed that no light could be seen.

You shouldn't say that.

He obviously didn't want to make his brother angry at all.

"it is good."

Winslow leaned against Jinchen's palm, the unconscious sadness in his eyes turned into attachment, "I won't eat anymore."

"Take it away." Winslow said in a slightly cold tone to Yun Ran and the assistant.

Yun Ran hesitated and said, "Brother Luo, I suggest you stop taking this medicine gradually. Starting this year, your dosage is three times that of an ordinary fighter. If you quit it hastily, your body functions will not be able to keep up."

Jinchen frowned and felt heavy in his heart.

He took Winslow's pulse last night and found that his health had been completely depleted in the past five years. Besides, the fighting ring was a life-threatening business. If he continued like this, he would only repeat the same mistake and die in the ring.

But he wanted Winslow to live a long life.

"It's okay," Jinchen said, "I have an idea. Go get me a cup of hot water and buy some breakfast to nourish your stomach."

Winslow glanced at Yunran and told him to do so.

"Okay." Yun Ran said nothing more and left pushing a small cart filled with various bottles and jars of ointments and pills, with the assistant following closely behind.

Jinchen wanted to get up and change Winslow's clothes. He couldn't go out in pajamas after all. But as soon as he pulled his arm out, Winslow grabbed it tightly as if in a state of stress, his eyes as red as if cinnabar was stained.

"Where are you going."

Are you angry...

Winslow pursed his lips helplessly, feeling a pain in his heart as if it was being gnawed.

But his longing is real, and the resentment and hatred that have accumulated over time are also real.

It's not that easy to get over it.

"Be good, I'll go get you some clothes to change into."

Jinchen's tone was normal, not as angry as he imagined, and he even changed Winslow's clothes himself.

Some even joked: "This dress doesn't look good, but Guaibao is prettier now, and she looks good in anything."

Winslow snorted, "I don't want to be pretty."

But since this compliment came from Jinchen, he didn't dislike it at all.

Winslow finally cracked a happy smile and looked a bit like his former obedient self again.

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After Jinchen finished feeding Winslow, who was almost getting sick of him, breakfast spoonful by spoonful, the bracelet in Jinchen's service uniform vibrated. It was the manager's furious call.

"Sigmon! You're late for work after just a short time. Don't you want this month's salary? Why don't you get back to work!"

"I'll go. Let Georgia cover for me first." Jinchen was not panicked at all.

After saying this, he didn't even listen to the manager's continued roar and interrupted the call.

Winslow's eyes darkened and he looked at Jinchen in confusion, "Who is Sigmund?"

"It's me, the unlucky guy." Jinchen pointed at himself.

Winslow said "oh" and didn't ask Jinchen why he was Sigmund, or whether he and Sigmund were the same person. In fact, it was not that important at all.

As long as he is Jinchen, it’s fine.

"You're a new waiter at the fighting arena, and you're very poor right now." Winslow was skilled in extracting important information from the manager's words.

“It sounds sad, but it’s true.”

"No, you're not poor."

Winslow shook his head, curled his lips, and muttered, "Your company is still there, and I didn't let it be taken away by others."

"And...our house, too."

Just wanting to manage from Anunos City to Huaxia City X, Winslow spent a lot of energy and money, especially under Wenzhu's high-pressure control in the first two years.

"I have money too." Winslow's eyes finally lit up.

"Give them all to me?" Jinchen asked teasingly.

Winslow nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, and was even a little impatient, wanting to prove that even if he was put aside, there was still something that could keep Jinchen.

"Stupid kid."

Jinchen tapped his forehead, but couldn't help but hugging Winslow again, so tightly that Winslow felt extremely safe and attached to her to the point of trembling in his heart.

"elder brother……"

Winslow rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, his voice slightly tearful.

"I miss you so much."

Jinchen's Adam's apple rolled and he gently stroked Winslow's hair and the back of his neck, "Be good, brother will coax you."