I use medicine to save the stars

"Hurry up! Throw this man into the wasteland, I'm still in a hurry to drink!"

"I don't know which family threw it over. It's the first time I've seen this kind of top-notch waste with no spiritual power at all. It's also strangely dressed."

"You don't care what kind of trash he is! As long as he comes to our Shen Shixing and enters the gate of the Wasteland Academy, his previous status is no matter how glorious, and that is the past."

"This person was thrown here without even a notice. He is probably an outcast from an unpopular family. Whatever."

Several people in uniform carried a man in a white robe with his eyes closed to get off the suspension vehicle, and walked forward in a daze.

The man seemed to have fallen into a coma. He was dressed in a fairy style, which seemed out of place with the barren environment around him. His waist-length black hair hung loose behind him.

Even now, the white robe on this man's body was covered with dust and became dusty, and a lot of mud was stuck on his face, making it difficult to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Yuan Huai closed his eyes, kept his breathing steady, and let these strangely dressed people carry him back and forth.

I just heard these people chatting non-stop, and there were some strange words such as interstellar, universe coins, and mechs in their words.

If it was a day ago, Yuan Huai was still confused about these words, but now a day later, after he pretended to be unconscious for a whole day, he has roughly understood these words.

It has been two days since Yuan Huai came to Shen Shixing. On the first day, he was indeed in a coma. When he woke up the next day, he realized that the surrounding environment was strange. He simply continued to pretend to be in a coma and investigate the situation.

Fortunately, the people in the search team were rambunctious and kept talking nonsense, so Yuan Huai learned a lot about this world.

It was uncomfortable to be carried by these people, Yuan Huai's face remained in a deep sleep, and his fingertips moved slightly, his patience was rapidly exhausted.

Thinking of Yuan Huai, the most famous medical practitioner in the fairy world, whoever met him was not respectful and cautious, how could he be as casual as he is now!

But this is no longer a fairyland!

Yuan Huai had a deep understanding of this from the moment he woke up.

There is an absolutely strong aura incomparable in the fairy world, but the people here have no reaction to these auras. Instead, they have cultivated some strange abilities, and even shaped steel to create those iron armors called mechs. pimple.

Yuan Huai was convinced that he was thrown out of the fairyland by that damned Heavenly Dao, and came to a distant and unknown interstellar space.

Fortunately, Yuan Huai has lived for nearly 2000 years, and his temperament has long been stable, and he can adapt to the situation and adapt well.

"Boom!"

The few people carrying Yuan Huai threw him on the ground casually, clapped their hands, and were about to leave when a particle cannon from the sky precisely dropped into the other half of the Wasteland Academy.

The shock wave of the particle cannon is very powerful, and the air wave that blows up is still powerful even spreading to the school gate.

A huge battleship appeared in the sky, and the big star thief flag on it was particularly conspicuous.

Several search team members who were in charge of transporting Yuanhuai turned around and ran away with panicked faces.

"What's going on! How could there be a star thief attacking this stupid Shen Shixing!"

"What are you looking at! Run!"

"But... this Wasteland Academy has been attacked..."

"You care about them! Anyway, they are just a bunch of abandoned waste!"

The backs of several people quickly disappeared in the dust and wind waves raised by the particle cannon, but the people thrown on the ground by them suddenly stood upright.

Yuan Huai stood up straight, opened a pair of quiet black eyes, raised his hand and lightly brushed his cuffs, the dust all over his body floated up and fell off Yuan Huai automatically as if alive, and in the blink of an eye, Yuan Huai had recovered. She was dressed in a clean white robe, her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and her low black hair hung quietly behind her. The huge wind and waves could not blow a corner of Yuan Huai's robe or a strand of hair.

The warships in the sky in front kept lowering and attacking the ground. The shock caused by the artillery fire seemed to crack the ground.

In front of Yuanhuai was a dilapidated school gate. The words Wasteland College on the door were crooked, and there was another burst of artillery fire. The words that were already crumbling were shaken down and smashed to the ground.

He lowered his head and stared at the words in front of him, then walked into the Wasteland Academy that was abandoned by those search teams and looked down upon.

The depths of Wasteland Academy is the center of this war.

Yuan Huai saw several flames constantly clashing, but he didn't expect that there were still people fighting against this huge star thief warship in this seemingly empty academy.

It's just that the few people who were fighting didn't look very good. It seemed that there was something wrong with each body, but they all looked resolute and fearless.

Yuan Huai stopped, and leisurely became a spectator in the chaotic flames of war.

As soon as he stopped, a white-haired young man in a wheelchair with a mechanical cannon in his hand counterattacked the battleship in the air, then dexterously controlled the wheelchair to back up, turned around and pointed the mechanical cannon in his hand. Yuan Huai.

The young man's eyes were as red as blood, and it seemed that his legs could not move. Sitting in a wheelchair could not conceal his aura. He raised his arms high, holding a heavy mechanical cannon, and asked Yuan Huai sternly:

"who are you?"

Yuan Huai didn't expect the young man to be keenly aware of him while counterattacking the warship, so he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Not far away, several young men and women who fought back together were constantly approaching Yuan Huai. Yuan Huai paused, and was about to introduce himself harmlessly, when the warship above his head gathered dazzling lights. Bright light seemed to be brewing a powerful attack.

Sensing the imminent attack from the battleship, the white-haired young man had no time to take care of Yuan Huai. The red pupil gave Yuan Huai a fierce look, turned around and shouted:

"retreat!"

But it was too late.

Yuan Huai looked up and watched the battleship lowered to a height of only two or three meters above the ground, and the continuously focused artillery fire was directed at the small people below.

Although Yuan Huai doesn't know much about the power of the continuously focused artillery fire, but looking at the ruins around him, and comparing the young men and women in front of him who are not very agile, he can guess that as long as the artillery fire is captured , These few people are all bad luck.

Yuan Huai could help them, but...why would he help?

At this moment, the white-haired young man raised his hand and dug out something from his abdomen. The thing seemed to be made of metal, with a shimmering light, and it was almost impossible to see the shimmering light against the strong light from the battleships. .

This thing seemed to be very important to the half-dead white-haired youth. After he dug out the iron lump, the expressions of several men and women around him changed drastically.

"No! That's what the marshal gave you to keep you alive!"

"Haichen! Stop! We don't need your protection!"

Haichen?

Yuan Huai stood quietly by the side, out of tune with the raging flames of war.

So this strange white-haired young man is called Haichen?

The strong light from the warships above the head was ready and shot down at this moment.

Haichen threw the thing in his hand without any hesitation, and the tiny ball collided with the dazzling artillery fire in the air, instantly unfolding a huge screen of light, constantly blocking the attack of the artillery fire.

But the situation was not optimistic, within a few seconds, cracks appeared on the light screen, and the white-haired young man named Haichen sitting in a wheelchair shook the mechanical cannon in his hand, knocking out several people around him one after another.

Those people landed on the ground and rolled quickly to stabilize their figures, and they were about to rush back immediately.

The light screen was completely shattered at this moment, and everything around was shocked by the huge explosion for a while, and the sound changed from harsh humming to eerie silence.

Yuan Huai was standing nearby, but the artillery fire couldn't hurt him at all.

When the light slowly disappeared, only the wreckage of the building remained around. The battleship above seemed to be very satisfied with the scene, and immediately retreated away.

Yuan Huai watched the battleship disappear, stepped on the messy land, and walked forward slowly.

Those youths who were knocked into the air fainted during the impact, and they seemed to be seriously injured. Yuan Huai used his spiritual power to gather them into threads, and searched around one by one, and found that although they were injured, they would not die.

Rather...

Yuan Huai walked to the very center of the battle, and saw the white-haired young man whose body was half covered by the broken bricks and soil.

The young man had many wounds and serious injuries, most of which exposed his bones, but his red pupils were still dazzling and resolute.

Yuan Huai stood condescendingly in front of the tattered white-haired young man, looking at the young man with strange eyes:

"You're dying."

The young man's red pupils moved slightly, and his eyes fell on Yuan Huai.

It seemed that he didn't even have the strength to speak, but his bloodless thin lips opened and closed slightly.

Yuan Huai understood the lips, the man was saying:

"I know."

After the war, Yuan Huai, who was still in a spotless white robe, looked so dazzling.

"You are not afraid of death?"

Yuan Huai's black eyes looked deeply into the young man's red pupils, trying to find a little fear or panic in them, but there was nothing, even if the young man had his last breath left, there was only firmness and unyielding in his eyes.

The white-haired young man seemed to want to get up, but in the end he just moved his neck in vain. He finally found some strength to speak, but his trachea was injured by the impact of the artillery fire, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"I don't want to die."

The strangeness in Yuan Huai's heart gradually expanded. He has lived for almost 2000 years. How long has it been since he met such an interesting person?

He bent slightly and squatted in front of the young man:

"I can save you."

After hearing Yuan Huai's words, the expression on the young man's face didn't change much, but the red pupil stared at Yuan Huai more firmly, and asked in his hoarse voice:

"cost?"

Yuan Huai smiled lightly, the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were brought together to form a blade, and he slashed lightly on his right wrist. A trickle of blood flowed down the slender white wrist and dripped on the young man's lips.

Yuan Huai, a medical practitioner, was one step away from ascending to immortality, but because his heart was like a mirror, he saw through a glimmer of the secret of heaven, and was thrown out of the world by the way of heaven.

The white-haired young man was seriously injured, and Yuan Huai did not have any ready-made panacea in his hands, but since he had ascended to immortality in one step, he had the flesh and blood that could be compared to the magic medicine.

The dying white-haired young man seemed to sense the vitality contained in the blood, his throat rolled slightly, and he swallowed the blood that kept dripping to his lips.

With the swallowing of blood, his body gradually gained strength.

He slowly got up, half-supporting his body with the strength of his hands, and raised his hand to grab Yuan Huai's white sleeve robe, which was immediately covered with dirt and blood.

Yuan Huai didn't care, he just stared at the young man's red pupils.

The young man half leaned beside Yuan Huai, raised his hand to hold Yuan Huai's wrist tightly, gulped down the blood, and stared at Yuan Huai with a pair of red pupils, which seemed to be burning with raging fire, and did not give in , not afraid.

The terrible wound on his body is growing new flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood are about to heal. The young man immediately let go of his mouth, and turned his head to stop swallowing Yuan Huai's blood.

The interest in Yuan Huai's black eyes became more and more intense, and he thought that this person not only did not give in, was not afraid, nor was he greedy.

He raised his left hand, Ruyu's fingertips gently rubbed the blood on the young man's lips, wiping away the strand of blood.

"I just need a drug boy, and from now on, you will be my drug boy."

"Remember, my name is Yuan Huai."