I use medicine to save the stars

Yuan Huai's voice fell, and the relaxed atmosphere just returned to quietness strangely.

With a smile on his face, he continued:

"Are you kidding me, are you scared?"

Yi Ni opened and closed her mouth, and said in a stuttering manner:

"Who, who is afraid!"

Yuan Huai bent down and placed the sunflower in his hand, which had been emptied of half of its seeds, beside Haichen, letting him hug two big sunflowers with no seeds left and right.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Huai picked up the medicine bottle on Haichen's bedside cabinet, stared at the densely packed introductions on it, lost patience after reading two lines, simply unscrewed the bottle, poured out a pill, and stared at it.

"This is the medicine you usually take?" Yuan Huai looked sideways at Haichen.

Haichen nodded, leaned over and opened the drawer of the bedside table, there were countless medicine bottles inside, all of which he needed to take.

Yuan Huai put the tablet to his nose and sniffed it lightly, and then with a movement of his fingertips, the tablet turned into fine powder and fell down.

He recapped the medicine bottle in his hand and threw it into Haichen's opened drawer.

"threw."

Cheng Xi frowned slightly:

"Throw it away? These medicines are extremely expensive, and now the only money we have left is given to the people in the student management office. What should we do when we run out of these medicines? What's more, Haichen has nothing to maintain his body now..."

Yuan Huai interrupted him with a rare cold voice:

"It's enough to have me."

Cheng Xi paused, subconsciously looking at Haichen.

For the few of them, it was Haichen who first came into contact with Yuan Huai, but even so, Haichen only came into contact with Yuan Huai not long before them.

Just as Haichen wanted to speak, Yuan Huai suddenly sat beside him and covered his mouth.

Yuan Huai tilted his head slightly, his waist-length black hair fell from his shoulders and poured on Hai Chen, but Yuan Huai's eyes were on Kai Mo and the others.

"You can only trust me. In this interstellar world, no one can cure you except me. In the next six months or even longer, I ask you to have absolute trust in me. Of course, the premise is that you want to live .”

Kai Mo and the others frowned, and lowered their heads for a while.

After all, they are only in their 20s. In the interstellar world with an average age of 2000 years and a long youth, they are only a few of them have just grown up, and their aura cannot overwhelm Yuan Huai, who has lived for almost [-] years.

Seeing that several people were obedient, Yuan Huai wiped away the condensation on his face, and regained his gentleness, and his face changed quite quickly.

He let go of the hand covering Haichen's mouth, turned his head and looked at him closely:

"As for you..."

Yuan Huai said, and slowly approached Haichen.

For a moment, only Yuan Huai was left in Hai Chen's deep red eyes, and as the distance between the two kept getting closer, he could even feel Yuan Huai's breath.

Finally, Haichen couldn't help but leaned back slightly, trying to increase the distance between him and Yuan Huai.

Kai Mo and the others, who were originally in a low mood, were suddenly shocked by Yuan Huai's actions, and looked over one after another.

Yuan Huai didn't let Haichen retreat, he raised his hand and hooked Haichen's back neck, and ordered him:

"be honest."

The next moment, Yuan Huai closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Haichen's.

"Relax and let me in."

Yuan Huai didn't care about the ambiguity in the words caused by his missing a few words, but seriously probed the spiritual knowledge into Haichen's mind.

Compared with Kaimo and the others, Haichen's physical condition is more complicated.

Before devouring Yuan Huai's blood, there were two forces in Haichen's body that had been contending, one was his once vigorous spiritual power, and the other was an uncomfortable feeling of filth.

In desperation, Yuan Huai had no choice but to use his own blood to save Haichen's life, causing the energy in Haichen's body to compete and become three strands.

This is a very troublesome matter, Yuan Huai can swallow the other two forces forcefully, but this will definitely cause more damage to Haichen's already riddled body.

He deliberately used this more careful method to investigate Haichen's body, firstly to determine Haichen's diagnosis and treatment plan, and secondly to understand what kind of existence mental power really is.

Now he almost understands that this spiritual power is a rougher and lower-end spiritual power, which is of the same origin as spiritual power cultivation, but it is more subtle.

Yuan Huai controlled his spiritual consciousness to shuttle through Haichen's body in a very gentle way, but Haichen's red pupils did not close slowly until then.

He could feel a warm air flow back and forth in his body, occasionally touching the wounds in his body, not only would it not make him feel pain, but it would also relieve the severe pain he was used to enduring.

After a while, Yuan Huai opened his eyes, and did not move away immediately, but frowned slightly, staring at Haichen.

Hai Chen also opened his eyes immediately, a moment of bewilderment flashed in his red pupils, and he quickly returned to his usual vigilant look.

Yuan Huai let go of the hand hooking Haichen's back neck, and when his fingers left, he unconsciously pinched Haichen's back neck lightly.

His actions were completely subconscious. To Yuan Huai, no matter whether it was Haichen or Kaimo, they were no different from children in his eyes. He just calmed Haichen subconsciously.

Haichen's shoulders were slightly tense, and after a long time, he quietly relaxed.

"In half a year, they can recover, but you can't." Yuan Huai said this to Hai Chen.

Kai Mo didn't care about Yuan Huai's strange behavior anymore, and stepped forward anxiously:

"What... do you mean? Can Haichen be cured?"

Yuan Huai could see that the three of Kaimo attached great importance to Haichen, so he didn't feel offended by Kaimo's eagerness.

He nestled lazily into the chair again, and began to take things out of his sleeves.

In the blink of an eye, Haichen's small room was almost filled with the things Yuan Huai took out.

Yuan Huai pushed a seemingly simple wooden bathtub forward, his brows and eyes were full of confidence:

"Half a year is not easy, but a year is about the same. It is the mecha competition in half a year, so we need to pay more attention."

After Yuan Huai finished speaking, Kai Mo and the others were obviously relieved, but Hai Chen didn't react too much, he just opened a pair of red pupils curiously to see a lot of things Yuan Huai took out.

Haichen looked like a curious white wolf cub in Yuan Huai's eyes, although this cub was a bit bigger.

He bent down, supported the tub with his arms, his thin white fingertips rested on the side of the dark tub, a few strands of black hair hung down from his face, and one strand happened to be caught on one of Yuan Huai's fingers.

Haichen's eyes fell on Yuan Huai's fingertips, and then quickly moved away.

Yuan Huai asked him:

"Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to cure you?"

Haichen looked down at the hands on his lap, the nails on these hands were weirdly black, and the complexion was an unhealthy blue, because these hands were already very emaciated due to the torture of old injuries and illnesses in the past few years.

Not only these hands, but also his legs became extremely thin due to being unable to stand for a long time.

"I believe in you." Haichen looked up at Yuan Huai, the light in his red pupils was extremely attractive.

Yuan Huai raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Haichen stretched his hand forward, looking towards Yuan Huai:

"It won't be worse than I am now... Besides, if you want to kill us, isn't it easy?"

The expression on Yuan Huai's face disappeared and turned into a calm, which was chilling.

It seems that his usual gentle appearance is just a mask, and it seems that this cold appearance is the mask.

Yuan Huai stood up and walked towards Haichen, stretched out his hand to lightly touch Haichen's hand, and was immediately held tightly by Haichen.

"I believe in you, life or death is up to you." Haichen raised his head and looked at Yuan Huai standing in front of him, with unshakable determination in his red pupils.

Yuan Huai's black eyes met Hai Chen's red eyes quietly, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curved.

At this moment, behind Yuan Huai, a series of voices sounded:

"I believe you!"

It was the voices of Kai Mo, Cheng Xi and Yi Ni. They finally put aside all worries and doubts, and put their lives in Yuan Huai's hands.

Yuan Huai's eyebrows also softened, and he shook Haichen's hand up and down, as if holding a dog's paw.

While shaking Haichen's hand, Yuan Huai still stretched out the other hand to mess up Haichen's white hair.

"Only obedient children can eat sweets."

Yuan Huai let go, turned around and looked at Kai Mo and the others seriously:

"From today onwards, you take an hour...two hours of medicated bath every day, starting at sunset every day, no matter how unbearable and painful the process is, you can't come out before the time, understand?"

Kaimo and the others nodded together, the light of hope in their eyes finally lit up like Haichen.

Yuan Huai threw the three people's medicines into their own tubs, then turned around and pushed a tub towards Haichen, with a bit of distaste in his tone, like an elder pampering a junior:

"I will prepare your medicinal bath myself."

Seeing that Kaimo and the others couldn't wait to prepare the medicinal bath, Yuan Huai interrupted them suddenly:

"and many more."

Several people stopped one after another and looked at Yuan Huai. They were all very obedient, and they didn't have the stabbing appearance before.

Yuan Huai seemed to think of something, and asked:

"Isn't it a mecha competition? Where's your mecha? Show me."

For Yuan Huai, spiritual power can be regarded as a low-level homologous version of spiritual power cultivation, but he has never seen a mecha before, so he is curious.

Unexpectedly, after Yuan Huai's words fell, the expressions of several people became a little lonely.

"It's broken." It was Haichen who spoke first.

He pulled a necklace from his neck, and at the bottom of the necklace hung a round ball that looked like a transparent gem.

"Before... in the battle, all of our mechs were severely damaged."

After Haichen, the other three also pulled similar necklaces from their own necks, but the balls were of different colors.

Yi Ni moved the ball to her cheek and rubbed it carefully:

"The materials and cosmic coins needed to repair the mechs are not what we can afford now. Besides... not to mention that we can't even afford mechanics. As we are now, we can't control the mechs at all, and we have no energy. We can't establish any connection with the mecha."

Cheng Xi clenched the necklace around his neck, and looked out the window at the Wasteland Academy, which was already barren, but now it was half destroyed by star robbers.

"Do you know why this place is called Wasteland Academy? Shen Shixing is a fringe star that lacks energy, and here is the most useless place in Shenshixing, because here, there is no energy at all, and every inch of land here , Every stone is useless waste.”

Yuan Huai also looked at the barren academy land outside, and he closed his eyes slightly to feel the extremely aura around him.

In the Immortal World, due to too many practitioners, the spiritual energy has been decreasing year by year. Yuan Huai has not felt such a strong spiritual energy for a long time, especially in the area of ​​Wasteland College, where the spiritual energy is doubled.

Haichen and the others can't feel it, it's just because what they practiced, or the spiritual power that the interstellar people rely on is too crude, so they can't detect such a thick aura.

Yuan Huai took a deep breath, smiled lightly and said:

"You call this the Wasteland?"

Haichen and the others were puzzled and looked at Yuan Huai.

Yuan Huai was standing by the window, the sun had already set in the west, and the halo of evening sprinkled on Yuan Huai's body, forming a dense color.

He was obviously just smiling lightly, but Haichen and the others saw inviolable arrogance from him.

Yuan Huai tilted his head slightly, his white robe seemed incompatible with the ultra-modern objects around him, but he made the incompatibility hazy and blurred.

He spoke with a clear voice and a firm tone:

"This place is clearly—a land of supreme treasure!"