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Chapter 54 - If You're Sick, Get Cured

The rain was torrential and the mud flowed, but it couldn't pour into the cave which was lit up with firelight.

Wide grass blades blocked the entrance of the cave, because they had collected a lot, thickly stacked together, forming a wall of wind.

Ji Chengzi was still uneasy, and went over to check to make sure that no wind was leaking into the cave.

In the left corner of the cave, Ji Mian quietly hung his eyes, his soaked body was covered with a thin coat, his face was bloodless under the firelight, and he didn't say a word.

Tick, tick, tick.

Wet ink hair falling droplets, although close to the campfire, but to dry, seems to be waiting for a period of time.

Ji Chengzi sat cross-legged by the campfire, and carefully said, "Brother, sit a little closer, the fire will be much warmer."

Ji Mian did not say anything.

Ji Chengzi snapped and shut up, picking up a wooden stick, pushed the campfire towards Ji Mian's side.

The cave was found by Ji Chengzi, who had stayed here before, and seemed to have been here for some time. The inside of the cave was lined with soft blades of grass to make a bed, and some dry wood.

As for how to make a fire - he was carrying a knuckle-thin metal pipe, flicked the switch, and flames spewed out, coalescing into a meter-long fire blade.

Of course, it can also be adjusted to discharge strong electric current, turning it into a taser.

This is a kind of small trinket for self-defense, but in the end, it becomes a good fire prop.

As the bonfire crackled, Ji Chengzi took a peek at Ji Mian.

In the chaos just now, he only felt that his brother's state didn't seem to be very good, but now that he was secretly observing, he was shocked to realize that something wasn't right.

Ji Chengzi: "Brother! Your hand!"

Earlier, Ji Mian was supporting his crutches all the way over.

The iron pipe that served as a crutch was flattened at one end and had sharp edges. And Ji Mian's palm, already cut by that sharp edge, was dripping with blood.

Blood stained the pale fingertips, drop by drop, splattering in morose blobs.

Ji Chengzi rushed over and dug left and right on his own body, pulling out a small square box.

It was a simple healing instrument.

Defense props, healing instrument, these were the only two things left on him.

Ji Chengzi placed the healing instrument in front of Ji Mian, and the small square box automatically opened up, floating in mid-air dripping and shooting out beams of light in all directions.

The shimmering light shone down on Ji Mian's body, Ji Chengzi observed Ji Mian's face without blinking.

Snap.

A few seconds later, the Healer lost its light and fell to the ground.

Ji Mian's face was still pale, showing no signs of improvement. Only the wound between his palms barely stopped bleeding.

Ji Chengzi was horrified, this meant that the injuries on his brother were serious, and relying on this simple healing instrument alone had little effect at all.

He immediately went over and wanted to check Ji Mian's injuries, but was gently blocked away by the slender, blood-stained hand.

The movement was very light, because Ji Mian didn't have much strength at all.