Ninth class citizen

Chapter 154: Good Deals Demonstrated on the Spot
Caesar saw clearly that inside the container, there were many potions neatly arranged, glowing with various colors.

This enabled him to remain calm even after seeing the miserable appearance of his two teammates.

Two second-level mecha warriors from Hexi University had one with a sunken sternum, blood foaming from his mouth, and breathing in more than out; the other had half of his body crushed. If it weren't for the strong physique of a warrior, he would have died long ago.

Such a serious and fatal injury cannot be cured by ordinary non-grade mechanism repair fluid, and can only rely on high-grade gene repair fluid.

"What medicine did you give him?" Caesar asked eagerly, watching Nan Rong's actions without blinking.

"Second-order E-level universal gene repair agent." Nan Rong said naturally: "He lost his entire arm. Although the first-order gene repair agent can also regenerate, it will definitely be very weak in the future, which is not conducive to the subsequent advancement of the warrior. But the second-order potion is different."

"Second, second-level potion!" Caesar had difficulty digesting the word.

As a third-year student at Hexi Nengwu, he had certainly seen first-level gene repair agents and knew how precious they were. But second-level potions were not something that ordinary low-level warriors could even dream of.

I didn’t expect Nan Rong to be able to casually take out a whole box of medicine, which even included a second-level gene repair agent.

No, wait a minute. What on earth did he just hear? A second-order E-grade gene repair agent? Not an F-grade, but an even more rare E-grade?
He swallowed and suddenly saw that the wound of the Xiluo Xinghua team member who had just been injected with the medicine began to tremble continuously.

Some pink granulations rushed out, quickly wrapped around the broken bone, and continued to grow.

Caesar had seen others use the first-order gene repair agent with his own eyes.

The speed and quality of injury recovery are indeed much better than those of mechanical repair fluid. But injuries like this that require limb regeneration will take at least two or three days to complete.

But now, only a few minutes have passed, and the lost arm has recovered about one-tenth.

Is this the effect of the second-level E-grade potion?
Nan Rong's voice continued, his tone was unusually gentle, and every word he said was an irresistible temptation for Caesar, who was eager to treat his teammates:
"The effect of a second-level potion is definitely not comparable to that of a first-level potion. However, an E-level potion can only heal injuries of this degree. If it is an injury like our classmate Qian's, we have to switch to a second-level D-level universal gene repair potion."

While speaking, she picked out a semi-fog-colored injection from the medicine container and inserted it directly into Qian Duoduo's neck, pushing it all the way in.

Qian Duoduo's legs were broken. The medium-sized mecha made a vicious move, kicking the lower half of the cockpit into a dent, with no intention of saving his life.

His entire body from the thigh down was covered in blood and he fainted from the pain but was awakened by Nan Rong.

At that time, he felt cold and weak all over, and knew that he could not hold on until reinforcements arrived, so he began to tell his last words.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Nan Rong said calmly, manipulating the robotic arm to tear open the mostly damaged cockpit, along with a lot of flesh and blood stuck to it.

Qian Duoduo's face turned pale and his lips trembled. Without saying a word, he fainted from the pain again.

When I woke up again, the heart-wrenching pain had disappeared.

The base of my thighs felt a little hot, numb, and itchy, but no longer unbearable.

Qian Duoduo subconsciously opened his eyes and found himself still lying on the snow. But his broken leg seemed to be possessed by some strange creature, and the pink tender flesh desperately drilled out from the torn trouser leg, and soon grew more than an inch longer.

"Nan, Nan Rong." He wanted to ask the people around him what happened. But his throat was so dry, his voice was so deep and hoarse, and a teammate who was wholeheartedly selling potions didn't hear him at all. "Look, I didn't brag, did I? The effect of the second-level potion is just right, and there is absolutely no discount. Although your two teammates are more seriously injured, there is no need to worry. Although the second-level D-level potion is barely okay, in order to ensure the efficacy, it is recommended to use the second-level C-level potion!"

Nan Rong picked out two small injections with a beautiful light silver metallic luster, waved them gently in front of Caesar, and asked softly, "Have you thought about it? If you are late, they won't be able to use them."

Caesar looked at his two teammates.

The man with collapsed ribs opened his mouth wide, trying hard to breathe in oxygen, but his lungs were filled with blood and had basically lost their function.

His lips turned purple and his eyes were slightly opened, staring at him with a pleading look in them.

Who would want to die when you can live?
The team member who fell into a deep coma had his chest rise and fall weaker and weaker, and it was unknown whether he would stop breathing completely in the next second.

Caesar loosened his clenched fist and stretched out his hand towards Nan Rong:

"I'll take these two second-order C-level ones. Thank you. I, Caesar, owe you a favor and will definitely repay you in the future."

Nan Rong blinked and quickly retracted the hand holding the potion.

"I can accept the favor." Her eyes narrowed into two crescents. "But you also know that the second-level potion is very precious. It's not something that comes from the wind. You can't let me lose money."

"I understand." Caesar said, "Save the people first, and I will pay you a penny. We are good at fighting, and we will not default on our debts."

Nan Rong still kept smiling: "But now it's you who are doing business with me, and you can't represent Hexi Nengwu."

Caesar:.
He took a deep breath and said, "How much do you want? I'll write you an IOU. If the school doesn't recognize the debt, we'll pay it with the league prize money."

"They are all students participating in the competition, so I don't ask for more." Nan Rong said sincerely: "25 Cowans each, and the total of two is only 50 Cowans."

This price is indeed not high. If it were an auction, you wouldn’t even be able to buy the second-level F-grade repair fluid, let alone the second-level C-grade.

But for Caesar, it was still out of reach.

All students of Hexi Nengwu are recommended students. Their family conditions cannot match those of Xiluo Xinghua. Moreover, mecha warriors are recognized as the poorest profession. Any money they have is used to upgrade equipment and weapons and save up for mechas.

Especially mechas, it is basically a bottomless pit. There is never the best, only better.

But his teammates' injuries did not give Caesar time to hesitate.

He responded without changing his expression and quickly signed the electronic IOU that Nan Rong sent over from the communicator.

After doing all this, the two mecha soldiers really couldn't hold on any longer.

(End of this chapter)