The Era of Game

17 Ten Followers

    Now Wan Jingtian once again stood in the open space where the prisoners were held.

    Last time, he was hiding behind a nearby bush to observe secretly; this time, he was standing close and he could even see the wounds on everyone's body and hear everyone's weak gasps.

    I don't know if it's because of the cool night, although it's only an hour or two, Wan Jingtian feels that those people are in a worse condition.

    Fortunately, the people in the worst condition in Shuitian Village are all here; as for those left in the village, they are all strong and capable, so he doesn't need to worry about them.

    The light of the lantern was not particularly bright. Wan Jingtian only circled a few cages, and seemed to randomly point to ten of them: "This, this, this... and this, bring me all! "

    The little thief in charge of guarding was a little dumbfounded, and did not act, but looked at their second master Li Zheng.

    Li Zheng frowned and said puzzledly: "Sir, the ten people you ordered, in my opinion, are all about to fail. If you want to choose your subordinates, you have to choose some who can live for a long time. !"

    Wan Jingtian glared at Li Zheng with a stern voice: "Does the second master refuse to do so, or is it teaching me how to choose a hand for myself? Or else the master looks at which ones are suitable for me, I will just follow the arrangement."

    "Oh, oh," Li Zheng said with trepidation: "Water makes adults say so. I am purely concerned. It is me who speaks! It is me who speaks! Water makes adults' eyes like a torch, where I can see. How can I give the water so that the adults can arrange for the men? Come on, get out the people appointed by the adults!"

    Ten people were quickly thrown out of the cage. They were all villagers in the worst condition deliberately selected by Wan Jingtian. At this time, almost all of them collapsed on the ground, and none of them could stand up.

    Wan Jingtian walked over, kicked them one by one, confirming that they were all alive, nodded in satisfaction, and said to Li Zheng: "Well, there are only these ten people, the second master, I want you to heal them all."

    Among the ten people selected by Wan Jingtian, two of them were old and sick, and they were too sick to get out of bed; the other seven men and one woman were all young adults with severe burns or stab wounds.

    Li Zheng's eyes widened after listening to Wan Jingtian's words, and he couldn't help saying: "What? Help these people?"

    "What?" Wan Jingtian asked with squinting eyes.

    Li Zheng looked embarrassed: "Sir, the cottage lacks medicine and medicine. It is really embarrassing! Let alone our Shirong Mountain, even in the imperial city, it is almost impossible to save all these people! "

    Embarrassed? Li Zheng is embarrassed, Wan Jingtian is even more difficult! If these people die, Wan Jingtian will really "game over"!

    Therefore, Wan Jingtian could only persecute Li Zheng unreasonably. He pointed at the people on the ground and said: "Anyway, whether you save these ten people or not, I will decide. I declare: from now on, these people are all my men. Li Zheng, my men are all alive when you come down to Shi Rongshan; if any of them die when I leave, I'm afraid I have to find you Shi Rongshan wants an explanation?"

    After all, Wan Jingtian turned and left without looking back, and no longer gave Li Zheng a chance to speak.

    Li Zheng gritted his teeth so loudly.

    If Shui Imperial Envoy's men entered Shi Rongshan alive but died when they left, this would definitely make Shi Rongshan unable to eat up and down.

    Li Zheng saw that the bandits were still waiting for his orders, so he had no choice but to say in disgust: "Let Zhao Luoguo come and treat them!" After a pause, he added: "Make a room and save these ten people. Carry it in!"

    On the other side, Wan Jingtian strode back to the room and closed the door imposingly. Then he stroked his chest and took a deep breath, and said to himself: "Oh, oh, did the scene just now happen? Don't let the villagers get rescued by that time, but instead put themselves in."

    After all, he still couldn't figure out how much weight this "Water Imperial Envoy" had at Li Zheng and Shi Rongshan. Moreover, for a few moments, he seemed to see the faint killing intent in Li Zheng's smiling eyes.

    Not long after Wan Jingtian returned, Qianqian came again to deliver food, looking scared and hated. Like feeding a tiger, after putting down the food in a hurry, he has to walk away.

    Wan Jingtian didn't care too much about Qianqian's emotions from her. She learned that Li Zheng had arranged a room for the ten seriously injured prisoners, and he also asked Dr. Zhao Luoguo in the cottage for treatment.

    This Zhao Luoguo, Wan Jingtian had heard this afternoon, was the only doctor in Shi Rongshan's cottage.

    To be honest, although Wan Jingtian had never seen Zhao Luoguo's medical skills, he was not at ease with him. Because the ten people selected by Wan Jingtian were the ten people with the most serious situation he had selected in the afternoon. Among those ten people, in Wan Jingtian's cognition, each one had to undergo several operations before they could survive. And here, there is obviously no "surgery".

    Wan Jingtian couldn't eat and hurried to the room where the prisoner was seriously injured.

    That was a room where bandits originally lived at the bottom. At this time, probably because most bandits stayed in Shuitian Village, it was vacant. On the Chase shop in the room, men and women lie side by side are the "men" chosen by Wan Jingtian in the evening. And the short Luo Guo, whose clothes are no different from ordinary bandits, is busy among those ten people. The eighth achievement is Shi Rongshan's doctor Zhao Luo Guo.

    When Zhao Luoguo saw Wan Jingtian coming in, he held his fists and saluted.

    Wan Jingtian waved his hand and asked, "What happened to my hands?"

    Zhao Luoguo sighed and led Wan Jingtian into the distance, saying, "My lord, I'm sorry for the old man, these people, even if the old man has exhausted all his spiritual power, he cannot save one or two of them. !"

    "Spiritual power?" It turns out that healing and saving people here rely on spiritual power.

    Zhao Luoguo thought that Wan Jingtian was asking about his spiritual power, so he said: "Although Lao Chen is a healing type of spiritual power, he has decades of medical experience, but after all, he is just a copycat doctor, without much pure spiritual power. It is estimated that if you accumulate spiritual power for three days, you can save one of them. But the point is, save one person in three days, and the rest can't wait!"

    Wan Jingtian frowned deeply: "Is there no other way?"

    "Another way?" Zhao Luoguo sighed again, "Unless there are ten old men standing here! Of course, this place is remote, and there will be no more than three doctors that can be invited in ten days. But..." Zhao Luoguo wanted to say. Stop again.

    "But what?" Wan Jingtian asked quickly.

    "But there is one person who may be able to save more people than the old. It's just..." Zhao Luoguo said as he shook his head gravely, "It's just that person who won't help easily."

    Wan Jingtian stepped forward, looked at Zhao Luoguo eagerly, and asked, "Who is that person?"

    "The cook in this cottage, Gao Baoshan."