My kryptonite has become a cultivator

Xie Jingzhou heard what he said so confidently, subconsciously touched the packaging bag of preserved fruit.

What Xiao Changzhao gave him, except for the plate of melon seeds, seemed to have spiritual power.

Spiritual power is very scarce in his world, but the world in the game seems to be different.

Xie Jingzhou thought for a while and asked, "How long has he been injured?"

"It's been three months. I was injured in the last mission until now, and I have been hanging by the hospital's equipment." Speaking of this, the doctor sighed, "I tried to use spiritual power to stabilize it before, but there was no medium, only spiritual power If the strength concentration is too high, the patient's body can't bear it, and the deficiency will not be replenished, do you understand? On the contrary, it will become serious."

Xie Jingzhou: "Qing Yu did it?"

"Yes, none of us can do it except him."

It's just... It's useless to do it. It needs to balance the spiritual power, suppress the spiritual power, and make the spiritual power effective, whether it is high or low.

It is too difficult to do this, and with their current ability, it is impossible to do it.

The doctor squeezed the space between his eyebrows, turned around and said, "Since you're here, I'll leave this to you. I'll go round the ward."

"Go." After a pause, Xie Jingzhou asked, "Can he eat?"

Doctor: "Can't eat, to be precise, he can't even digest liquid food."

"Don't feed him indiscriminately, you can still hold on for two or three days, and you will..." The doctor didn't explain the following words, and gave Xie Jingzhou a look that you understand.

Xie Jingzhou gestured and sent the doctor away.

After the doctor left, the team members standing in the room also walked out of the ward one after another, but they did not leave, but lined up in two rows at the door.

It was the first time for Xie Jingzhou to take over such a matter. In the past, it was Jun Qingyu who came forward. After all, the follow-up will involve the promotion of team members and follow-up arrangements.

The door of the ward was closed, Xie Jingzhou walked to the side of the bed and looked down at him, "I have a way to save you, but it is risky, do you want to try it?"

He has snacks that can replenish spiritual energy, but most of them are preserved fruits and the like. This man can't even eat liquid food, let alone these foods.

What will happen if you eat it, whether it will be better or worse, this is uncertain.

Moreover, spiritual power supplementation is just a concept, and if it has not been really tested, it will be more dangerous in comparison.

As soon as the words fell, the man on the hospital bed moved.

The man squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to open them, but he was so weak that he had no strength, so he could only narrow his eyes with difficulty, and discern Xie Jingzhou's appearance in the gap.

It seems that the man has difficulty even speaking.

Xie Jingzhou didn't wait for him to say anything, and said directly: "You heard what the doctor said just now. If you eat it, you may recover, or you may die immediately. If you don't eat it, you still have a few days to live. Do you want it?" try?"

"If you agree, just blink twice, if you don't agree, close your eyes and rest, and wait for Qingyu to come back."

While speaking, the man had fully opened his eyes, and looked at Xie Jingzhou without blinking, as if he was distinguishing something.

The temperature in the ward is a bit low, which is just right for the injured to recuperate.

Xie Jingzhou came in a hurry, and the temperature outside was not enough to wear a down jacket, so it felt a little cold to stay in the ward.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Xie Jingzhou just assumed that he chose to wait for Jun Qingyu to come back, and didn't say anything else.

Just as he was about to find a chair to sit down, there was a slight sound behind him.

'creak'

'creak'

Xie Jingzhou looked back, the man was clasping the instrument at hand with the nail of his index finger.

When he looked over, the man blinked slowly twice.

Xie Jingzhou took the mobile phone and went to the inner room and closed the door, "Wait a moment."

The man's situation is much more serious than he imagined, and those he brought are useless.

Xie Jingzhou intends to try out the ones in the game's backpack first. If it doesn't work, she can only find a way to add water to the preserved fruit and make it into juice.

The man's condition is not good, and feeding too much at one time may cause irreparable consequences, so we can only try a little bit.

Open the game, the scene automatically matches the screen where Xiao Changzhao is.

Xiao Changzhao, who said goodnight, is steaming grass dumplings in the kitchen.

Xie Jingzhou: "..."

This seems to be the second time, the first time was to go to the woods to catch spirit beasts without sleeping.

Xiao Changzhao took a fan and slowly fanned it to the fire, with a serious expression on his face.

Xie Jingzhou put on the earphones and threw the wood that was about to be affected outside into it, "Why don't you go to rest?"

Xiao Changzhao subconsciously wanted to press the piece of wood, and quickly withdrew his hand after hearing the sound, "Immortal, did I wake the Immortal?"

Xie Jingzhou: "No, something happened to me, come and get something."

"What's the matter?"

"Someone is sick, let me get something with aura." While speaking, Xie Jingzhou rummaged through the backpack and chose a few small, easy-to-swallow preserved fruits without choking.

Xiao Changzhao thought about it: "If you are sick, it will be better to take pills."

"No."

Xie Jingzhou also thought about the elixir, but there is a premise that it will not be supplemented. If it is fed to a man, there will be no chance of rescue.

"Why don't you bring some grass balls? Made of spiritual grass, the spiritual power is softer, the pasta is easy to eat, and it can also satisfy the hunger. The immortal should be hungry, eat some before going to rest."

Two drawers of grass balls had been steamed and were put aside by Xiao Changzhao, who would just take them out to the immortal.

Before Xie Jingzhou had time to say anything, there was already a small plate in hand, and there were two fluffy and soft dumplings in it.

After Xiao Changzhao sent the dumplings out, he looked at the stove in front of him and was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Patients who eat grass don't eat hot dumplings. Immortals eat them first. After the immortals finish eating, the dumplings are almost cold, so it's time to eat them."

"Okay." In Xie Jingzhou's impression, things related to spiritual power are troublesome, and it is not surprising that eating dumplings has this premise.

Xie Jingzhou warned: "You should also go to rest quickly, it's late."

The time in the game is almost dawn.

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Changzhao didn't move, neither did Xie Jingzhou.

The fire was extinguished, Xiao Changzhao waited for a while, and when he was about to light the fire again, he suddenly hung in the air.

"I knew you wouldn't go to rest."

"..."

Lock the kitchen, take off his coat, put Xiao Changzhao on the bed and cover him with a quilt.

"Good night." As he said, he extinguished the candles in the house.

Xiao Changzhao said softly, "Good night." While speaking, he couldn't help but bury himself in the quilt, trying to cover his red ears.

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After taking out the grass dumplings, Xie Jingzhou took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the soft chair beside the hospital bed. The grass dumplings were still hot, strictly following what Xiao Changzhao said just now, Xie Jingzhou ate one by herself.

The man lying on the bed: "???"

People are stupid.

Xie Jingzhou didn't explain too much, whether the grass dumplings are useful or not, the results will naturally come out after eating, so there is no need for him to say more.

Although the grass dumpling has a common name, it tastes very good.

It doesn't have the harsh taste of green grass, it's fluffy and soft, with a slight sweetness, and it's delicious when it's steaming.

Xie Jingzhou only ate some preserved fruit snacks in the afternoon, and the grass dumplings this time can be regarded as the staple food.

It can be eaten, the spiritual power in the grass balls is softer, and it tastes different from the spiritual power of preserved fruits.

The man quietly watched Xie Jingzhou finish eating the whole steamed bun. He was unable to speak, and could only attract Xie Jingzhou's attention by drawing his fingernails across the instrument to make a sound.

Xie Jingzhou finished eating the grass dumplings, and the other one was also cold.

After breaking off a small dumpling, Xie Jingzhou stood up and asked, "Can you open your mouth?"

Hearing this, the man slowly opened his mouth.

Xie Jingzhou said: "Feedback in time if you feel uncomfortable, blink your eyes or any abnormal behavior."

The man blinked, signaling that he knew.

The man closed his mouth when the small piece of dumpling was in his mouth, but he didn't chew. He no longer had the ability to chew.

This kind of injury will gradually change a person from a healthy person who can run and jump to a waste who can only lie on the bed and even blink a pair of eyes.

Injuries came second, and the process was excruciating.

To save or not to save is a dead end.

Xie Jingzhou waited for a while, seeing that he hadn't responded yet, she asked, "Drink water?"

It may be a little dry, so drink some water to make it smooth.

At this time, the man shook his head, his movements were still very slow, but the range was much larger than before.

"continue?"

The man blinked twice.

Xie Jingzhou broke a few more pieces.

After eating one-third of the grass dumpling, there was not much change, but his complexion was better than before.

Xie Jingzhou was not in a hurry. No reaction was the best reaction. After all, the man's body was already on the verge of collapse. After eating the grass dumpling, the instrument over there did not sound an alarm, which already showed the effect of the grass dumpling.

Feeling that it was almost done, Xie Jingzhou stopped feeding, waiting for the man's spiritual power to react.

The effect is slow, and it may take some time.

Xie Jingzhou took the preserved fruit and ate it bit by bit.

The value on the instrument has dropped from a straight line before to stabilize now, and the change is quite obvious.

The remaining dumpling was placed on the bedside table. If the man can recover, he can pick it up and eat it himself.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the ward.

Xie Jingzhou: "Come in."

The man opened a gap, walked in and closed the door: "Stop staring here, you are not in good health, don't fall down before Team Jun comes back."

"I'm fine." Xie Jingzhou felt that she was in good health recently, and even the frequency of coughing had decreased.

The man nodded and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of something wrong with the captain on the hospital bed. He frowned and looked around, wondering, "What's next to the captain's mouth? It feels a little green?"

"I fed him some grass dumplings."

"Grass dumplings?" The man nodded and said casually: "Oh, grass dumplings are good, grass dumplings nourish the stomach and are easy to digest. When we have nothing to do outside, we dig wild vegetables to make wild vegetable dumplings..."

The voice gradually faded away, the man looked at the dying captain lying on the hospital bed, and at Xie Jingzhou sitting next to him, his expression gradually became astonished.

"!!!"

The man turned his head and yelled towards the corridor: "Doctor! Where's the doctor?! Something went wrong!"