Chapter 74: Xiaer

Xiaer personally fed her father the medicine.

In just a few minutes, the withered man's skin gradually regained its normal color, as if the high fever had been suppressed.

He also stopped speaking in his sleep and sank into a more stable slumber.

Seeing this, not only the nurse was astonished, but Xiaer was too.

"Didn't you give me painkillers?"

"When did I say they were painkillers?" Roger asked, puzzled: "I gave you medicine for flu and pneumonia."

Still a system product—must be premium.

One pill could suppress the virus.

But to fully cure him, I don't know how many pills it would take.

Upon hearing this, Xiaer froze for two seconds, and her gaze toward Roger clearly changed.

"Thank you," she stepped forward and embraced Roger, gripping his shirt corner tightly, her voice trembling: "If my father died, I truly wouldn't know what to do."

Roger patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"I will repay you," Xiaer stepped back, her expression serious: "You can ask me for anything—I'll give you whatever I have."

I just want you to become an Anchor Point and grant attribute bonuses.

But this thought could only be muttered silently in his mind.

Roger shrugged: "Let's talk after your father recovers."

"Mm."

Xiaer sat quietly in the chair, keeping watch over her father.

Roger turned his attention to the information prompt.

【【The Whispering in the Church】information investigation completed】

【You witnessed a sorrowful scene: SAN Value -4, Spirit Vision +1】

【Reward obtained: Ancient God's Bronze Coin ×1, $100】

The information was successfully completed, and Roger's brief volunteer career came to an end.

Yet, to test the medicine's efficacy, he still stayed by Xiaer's side.

"The nurse said your father couldn't reach you when he got sick," he said, looking at the Mexican girl's face—now stripped of makeup, appearing unusually youthful.

"I…" Xiaer brushed her hair with her fingers: "I went with Luola to dance at a party… earned five hundred dollars."

Roger didn't press further; after all, it was her own choice how to live.

Soon, three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Xiaer's father, Antuoni'ao, finally woke up.

"Dad," Xiaer gripped his hand tightly, touching his forehead: "Do you feel better?"

"I… cough… feel much better," Antuoni'ao's consciousness had improved greatly since morning—he could now speak fluently.

"That's good," Xiaer's lips finally curved into a faint smile, and she looked noticeably more alive than before.

The nurse walked over, felt Antuoni'ao's forehead, then studied his increasingly flushed face: "Damn, he was at 39 degrees just a while ago—how did his fever drop so fast? What medicine did you give him?"

"Ibuprofen," Roger answered.

"Are you kidding?" the nurse widened her eyes: "You gave ibuprofen to someone addicted to stimulants?"

"Uh… strong ibuprofen," Roger offered a dry explanation.

He couldn't say he got it from a pinball machine.

"God, this is insane," the nurse shook her head and left.

Xiaer looked up and met Roger's gaze, then burst out laughing.

"Dad, you nearly died from high fever just now—Roger's medicine saved you," Xiaer introduced Roger to Antuoni'ao: "He's my good friend and our savior."

To everyone's surprise, Antuoni'ao struggled to sit up on the bed, then knelt on the mattress, clasping his hands together and bowing his head repeatedly toward Roger.

"Stop this," Roger tried to stop him, but Xiaer held him back.

"Thank you—you're a good man; you deserve God's blessing," the man's words were still stiff, but his gratitude was unmistakably sincere.

"Enough, Dad," after a moment, Xiaer helped her father lie back down.

Seeing this, Roger pulled out another pill and handed it to Xiaer: "If your father's illness returns, give him another pill—don't worry, it's not addictive."

Xiaer pursed her lips and took the pill: "I believe you."

As soon as she spoke, the system prompt appeared.

【Xiaer's Trust has been achieved: Anchor Point +1】

【Anchor Point effect: Physical Function +1, SAN Value shangxian +1】

Unexpectedly, Xiaer had become an Anchor Point this way—Roger stretched his now stronger body, feeling yesterday's suffering no longer mattered.

He yawned, realizing he wouldn't be able to deliver food today.

So after saying goodbye to Xiaer, he drove toward Third Avenue, planning to have dinner with Juan and the others before heading home.

On the way, he called Qiangsen.

"Boss Roger!" Qiangsen's voice was excited: "We're right in the middle of Third Avenue—we've been waiting for you!"

"I'm on my way," Roger replied with a smile.

"Alright…" On the other end of the line, Qiangsen's voice suddenly lowered, as if something had caught his attention.

Then came the sound of him crunching chips: "Look, Boss Juan—that girl, why is the gang targeting her!"

"What's going on?" Roger asked.

"Boss Roger, it's that white girl who delivered us pizza last time."

"You mean Anjielina?"

"Anjielina? Probably. She was delivering burgers when Juan and I saw a few thugs heading over."

"What?" Roger frowned: "You're sure the gang was going after Anjielina?"

"Exactly. They're surrounding her van. I don't know what they're doing, but their expressions don't look good."

"Shit." Roger had only met this up-and-coming country singer by chance, barely more than an acquaintance.

Far from being good friends.

But the girl truly had a kind heart—her pizza had helped Roger, and many homeless people too.

The key was, she was completely non-confrontational, posed zero threat.

Could someone like this really be targeted by a gang?

Damn gang!

Roger's temples throbbed twice; the latent hostility that had lingered for days stirred slightly.

"One minute left, I'm on my way." He hung up and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

He didn't let Juan and the others get involved—after all, Juan and his partner still lived among the homeless.

But he himself was no longer here; he wasn't afraid the gang would come looking for revenge.

As for whether they could even find Xin Yidunweier Shequ?

The Crips' territory wasn't something those scattered thugs loitering on Third Avenue could touch.

Dare to step inside, and they'd blow his head open in seconds.

Not long after, the Highlander arrived at the location Qiangsen had described.

"Snap!"

Roger shut the car door, tucked away the keys, and walked straight toward the familiar van.

At the same moment, Anjielina and her landlord's son Weide were surrounded by several Black men with varied hair colors.