Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Now that he had the cheat code, Shen Mingchao stopped paying attention to the shadows.

She took her phone out of her pocket, turned on the flashlight, and gasped the moment she shone the light on Zhang Qilin.

The young man had fainted.

His body was covered in blood, with numerous wounds, especially a large and gruesome scratch on his chest that was still dripping blood, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

No wonder the smell of blood was so strong.

Shen Mingchao remembered that Shen Mingyue had said that Zhang Qiyu had a blood clotting disorder. He wondered how long this person had been lying here and how he had become so weak.

She called out to her idol several times, but no one responded.

The blood was still flowing.

Shen Mingchao made a quick decision: the most important thing now was to help Zhang Qiyu stop the bleeding. There was a huge difference in strength between men and women, and even if he wanted to take Zhang Qiyu out, she probably wouldn't be able to carry her.

She had little experience in treating external injuries, and her only thought was to wrap the wound completely with gauze.

After slowly cutting open the tattered, blood-stained shirt with a knife, the tattoos on the man's chest gradually came into view.

Shen Mingchao stared at the majestic Qilin, whose body was crisscrossed by a blood-red ravine that ruined its beauty.

Without thinking twice, she quickly took out the gauze and carefully wrapped it around her neck, one loop after another.

Shen Mingchao was extremely focused, afraid of causing Zhang Qilan further harm.

However, she was too focused on her work and did not notice that the seriously injured person had already quietly awakened in the dark.

It wasn't until her wrist was suddenly gripped by an unexpected force that she realized something was wrong and snapped back to reality.

"You're awake?!"

Shen Mingchao's face lit up with joy, but when he turned his head away, his breath hitched and his heartbeat slowed down.

Those usually calm and serene dark eyes were now filled with an unyielding, heavy layer, like a deep pool covered with a thousand years of accumulated snow.

The other person's eyelashes were half-covered, their breathing became increasingly heavy, and they leaned forward, exuding an aggressive aura as if a storm was brewing.

Instinctively, Shen Mingchao unconsciously tried to back away, but her wrist was held tightly and she couldn't pull it away no matter how many times she tried.

What... what's going on?

Do you think of her as one of those harmful things?

Tsk.

Don't say it, it's possible.

Shen Mingchao quickly offered an explanation.

"Idol, don't be nervous. I'm one of you. I'm not one of those things that hurt you. I'm Shen Mingchao. I was a little worried because you didn't come back on time, so I came in to find you."

"It's safe here for now, you can rest a little longer. The bandage was just wrapped, so don't move it around."

He finished speaking in a few seconds.

Shen Mingchao stared warily at Zhang Qilin's expression, his heart pounding with panic, fearing he might be accidentally hurt.

Fortunately, Zhang Qilin gradually calmed down and released her hand.

As his chaotic thoughts gradually cleared, Zhang Qilin suddenly realized something and spoke in a deep voice.

Are you hurt?

Shen Mingchao shook his head and told the truth: "Are you referring to those figures? Don't worry, I'm fine. Although I don't know why, they seem to be avoiding me."

She didn't intend to hide it from Zhang Qilan. Rather than letting him speculate and increase the rift between them, it was better to be honest.

These words struck like a thunderbolt.

Zhang Qilin had doubts and suddenly pushed himself up, but the moment he stood up, a violent dizziness struck him, and he swayed involuntarily.

"Hey! You're a patient, don't get up so quickly, you might faint."

Shen Mingchao is very experienced in this area.

She instinctively reached out and touched Zhang Qiyu's arm; the scalding heat made her fingers curl up.

Zhang Qilu has a fever.

She already knew this, but there was nothing she could do about it; all she could do was help Zhang Qilu stop the bleeding.

Now that he's awake, everything is fine.

She suggested, "Idol, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's go out first."

"it is good."

Led by Zhang Qilin, Shen Mingchao followed with peace of mind. The two of them traveled without any obstacles, and the figures kept a certain distance, not daring to get close at all.

Zhang Qilin watched all this, his eyes surging with unspoken emotions.

He never thought Shen Mingchao was an ordinary person, but now it seems that Shen Mingchao's identity may be more mysterious than he thought.

Once the two had emerged from the thick fog, Zhang Qilan said calmly, "Don't come back here next time."

"I understand." Shen Mingchao changed the subject: "Then you must be careful and don't get injured so badly again like this time. I'll worry about you."

Of course I'm worried.

These are her bread and butter; if they don't come back, she'll starve.

Back at their base, Shen Mingchao, intending to reciprocate, picked up his backpack again and said to Zhang Qilan:

"I'll go pick some herbs to clear heat."

She had lived in the Bronze Gate for several months and was already very familiar with the surroundings.

Whenever she saw the various flowers and plants growing from the cracks in the rocks, she would ask Zhang Qiling for advice and silently memorize their appearance and uses.

It was one of her few sources of enjoyment.

Shen Mingchao picked up the searchlight and turned to leave when Zhang Qilin's figure stood straight in front of him.

"You don't need to go, I don't have a fever."

"To show off" sounds like "to be strong."

Shen Mingchao's fatal question.

"Your temperature was so high just now, it felt like you were melting me. What else could it be but a fever?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin lowered his eyes, silently looked away, avoided eye contact with Shen Mingchao, and remained silent.

Shen Mingchao narrowed his eyes.

It's quite absurd.

She actually felt that Zhang Qilin looked a bit guilty.

No, this must be her imagination.

Shen Mingchao shook off the absurd thoughts in his mind and earnestly advised, "I know you have a good constitution, but you can't tough it out. You can't delay treatment; it will only get worse."

"Idol, don't worry, I know where the herbs grow and what they look like, so I absolutely can't pick the wrong ones."

"Trust me, I'll be quick."

Shen Mingchao tried to persuade the other party for a long time, but the other party didn't budge an inch.

"..."

She then discovered that Zhang Qilu also had the potential to be a stubborn person.

Shen Mingchao pretended to compromise and said:

"Okay, okay, if you say no, then no. But can't you at least let me test the temperature?"

Practice brings true knowledge.

She didn't believe that a person's fever could subside so quickly.

She couldn't help but believe it.

Shen Mingchao stared in disbelief at the numbers on the thermometer.

36.8 ℃

This temperature is perfectly normal.

Shen Mingchao was surprised that Zhang Qilin had even pulled out a thermometer to prove he didn't have a fever. Damn it, this godforsaken place can't even grow an apple, yet they have a thermometer.

She was convinced, truly convinced.

As expected of the Zhang family, their physical abilities are terrifying.

Fortunately, there aren't many people with the Zhang family in this world, otherwise the hospital would have been bankrupted by them.