Chapter 2902: The small town's infrastructure construction proceeds happily 24

The townspeople never expected that Teacher Jin could not only teach, but also be this capable.

But the most important thing isn't celebrating, but treating the wounded.

The medical clinic at the town's edge is no longer the little shed that could only treat colds and fevers as it once was.

Under Jin Chen's guidance, Fang Shen and several thoughtful women expanded and organized it, divided it into sections, gathered many medical books left from the old world, and traded exchanged supplies for relatively reliable medicines, actually taking initial shape; even people from nearby small bases sometimes come by reputation to see a doctor.

Yan Gengu and Huo Zhaoye were arranged in two adjacent small cubicles to treat their wounds.

Yan Gengu's injury was not serious; mainly, he sprained his wrist when shoved and had some abrasions. Fang Shen cleaned his wound, applied medicine, bandaged it, and told him to rest.

Lu Jun kept guard at the side, busy back and forth, handing water and towels, even wanting to help wrap the bandage, but Fang Shen pushed him away, laughing and crying.

Yan Gengu let him busy himself, watching the sweat bead on his forehead and the lingering fear in his eyes, he lowered his gaze, looked at his own bandaged wrist, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Lord Lu, if you have something to do, you can go first; I'm fine."

This was practically a clear dismissal. In the past, Lu Jun would surely have thickened his skin to find another excuse to stay, or used his business tactics to circle around.

Lu Jun still held a blood-stained wet cloth, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he suddenly recalled Jin Chen's earlier lesson.

His Adam's apple rolled once, he swallowed the words back to his lips, fell silent for a few seconds, then said softly: "Also good. Anyway, your wound is already bandaged; you need to rest."

Lu Jun paused, looking at Yan Gengu's expressionless face, feeling a bit sour in his heart, "You… if you don't want to see me, I'll come again another day."

After saying that, he silently put down what he held, turned, pulled open the cloth curtain of the cubicle and walked out; his back actually showed a hint of desolation.

Yan Gengu: "……?"

He stared blankly upward, watching the swaying cloth curtain, for a moment not reacting.

How come Lu Jun is so easy to talk to today? His tone just now… sounded… a bit pitiful.

Yan Gengu pressed his lips, withdrew his gaze, his heart in turmoil, only able to force himself not to think about it.

Next door.

Huo Zhaoye's injury was much worse.

He had literally snatched Yan Gengu back from the hands of the Flowing Fire Base people, and because the other side shouted madly asking for Jin Chen, fury blazed in his heart, he struck fiercely and was badly wounded—a long but not too deep knife cut on his chest needing careful suturing, medication, and bandaging.

Jin Chen just stood to the side, quietly watching the doctor treat him.

Watching the sharp needle and thread pierce the flesh and fall onto Huo Zhaoye's savage chest wound, his eyes darkened, his fingertips slightly curled at his side.

He shouldn't let that blood scar die so easily, he thought.

Even though injured and pallid, the young lord's ferocity and vitality were still impossible to ignore.

His bare, thin-muscled torso was wrapped in white bandages, teeth clenched, exuding an aggressive sensuality and fragility.

After the doctor finally finished, gave a few instructions and left, only the two of them remained in the cubicle.

Huo Zhaoye leaned against the stacked bedding, mentally fatigued from blood loss and pain, but his eyes kept following Jin Chen.

Jin Chen reached out, his palm gently cradling Huo Zhaoye's cheek, his thumb brushing the sweat at his brow, then slightly leaned in, placing a very soft kiss on Huo Zhaoye's furrowed brow.

"How pitiful." Jin Chen said softly.

Huo Zhaoye hated being called pitiful, as if mocking his lack of strength.

Jin Chen could.

Huo Zhaoye extended his uninjured arm, encircling Jin Chen's waist, pressing his face against him.

"What exactly did you and that vice lord agree on, why is he so afraid of you, and why did he send so much stuff?"

He really couldn't fathom how Jin Chen, after just a dozen minutes with the Flowing Fire Base convoy, could turn everything to North Town's advantage and thereby obtain a large amount of supplies.

Jin Chen let him hold him, fingers slipping into his hair to comb through intermittently; hearing this, he slightly raised his brow, lowered his eyes to look at the head in his arms, and twirled his fingertips around the stiff ends of his hair.

"A secret." He said slowly, tone tinged with teasing.

Huo Zhaoye: "?"

Huo Zhaoye furrowed his brows, "…You have a secret with me because of someone else?"

That's unacceptable.

Jin Chen felt a bit amused, also a bit soft-hearted, his fingertip lightly tapping Huo Zhaoye's nose, then slowly sliding down to caress his lips.

"Your secrets aren't few either," Jin Chen's fingertip lingered on his lips, feeling the warmth and softness, his tone leisurely, "How about… we exchange?"

Huo Zhaoye: "……"

Thus, at this moment, the two, both not lacking in secrets, faintly confronted each other; but if felt carefully, it wasn't really a confrontation, clearly also a kind of flirtation.

"Huo Zhaoye, open your mouth."

Jin Chen's fingertip made Huo Zhaoye's lips go numb; he finally gave up resistance, as if bewitched, and slightly opened his mouth.

The fingertip smoothly slipped in, Huo Zhaoye obediently relaxed his teeth, allowing it to rest on his tongue tip.

Immediately, he tasted a strange sweetness.

The flavor was faint, spreading along the tongue tip, even the stabbing pain from his wound seemed to lessen a little.

Jin Chen looked at his astonished, dazed eyes, his other hand lightly stroking his hair, voice lowered even further, almost coaxing gently: "This is also a secret."

"A secret that lets our Lord Huo not hurt so much."

Jin Chen looked at Huo Zhaoye's eyes slightly narrowed from comfort, smiled with a curled lip, "I… am quite heartbroken."

{Pain Weakness Relief Agent (micro dose) expended, deducted 500 points! }

Jin Chen lazily embraced Huo Zhaoye, bargaining with that not-too-smart novice system.

{Too expensive. }

999 felt wronged: {This is the standard exchange rate……}

Jin Chen interrupted it: {I can use a better, cheaper quick-healing restoration agent; you yourself said it wouldn't work. }

999: {……}

It wanted to refute, but Lord Jin Chen was correct.

But it also has its difficulties! If the Main God suddenly had wounds heal quickly with no trace, it would arouse suspicion among this small world's natives and destroy the world's rationality!

But Jin Chen's reputation at the Quick Transmigration Bureau is known outside, so it doesn't dare to refute, and can only weakly attempt to modify.

【Then that deducts points……200 points？】999 asked cautiously.

Jin Chen raised his brows satisfactorily, and was also surprised.

No.

Originally, one could haggle so much, meaning that the system store's prices are something the system can change.

It seems that previously, Zero Egg had deducted a lot of points.

Jin Chen: "……" Forget it, I won't say.

He withdrew his finger that had been probing Huo Zhaoye's mouth; the fingertip still retained moisture, Huo Zhaoye unconsciously licked his lips, looking at Jin Chen, his eyes somewhat dazed, weary, dependent.

Jin Chen leaned down and kissed his forehead again, "Sleep a while."

Huo Zhaoye looked at him, seeming to want to say something, but the soothing effect of the medicine made him unable to resist the incursion of drowsiness; he just wanted to sink into this warm harbor, even if only for a moment.