Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

"Let me give you a simple emotional boost; it might help relieve some of your fatigue."

He sat down next to each sentry, his fingertips lightly resting on their temples.

Qi Ran closed her eyes and slowly released her gentle spiritual power, carefully penetrating the other party's spiritual realm to help them untangle the spiritual threads that had become disordered due to the battle.

He didn't say much throughout, but his eyes were focused and serious.

The last sentry's mental state clearly stabilized, and his brow relaxed.

Qi Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed her slightly sore fingertips, and slowly sat back down in her original spot by the campfire.

The campfire continued to crackle, with sparks occasionally leaping up and then slowly settling down.

The sentries sat around the campfire, chatting away, creating a warm atmosphere that seemed nothing like the dangers of being on the edge of a contaminated zone.

Someone leaned against the rock wall, gazing at the firelight and softly speaking of their dreams.

"Once the war between humans and the Zerg is over, I'll go back to my hometown, open a small general store, and live a peaceful life, basking in the sun every day."

A younger sentry next to him rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and smiled as he replied with a longing look on his face.

"My biggest wish in this life is to meet Director Ge Xi in person. I've heard that he's as beautiful as a celestial being and the dream lover of every Sentinel. Just being able to chat with him for a moment would make me happy for days."

These sentries all knew that Qi Ran was Ge Xi's partner.

But they felt no hatred or jealousy whatsoever.

On the contrary, because of Qi Ran's gentleness, thoughtfulness, and lack of airs along the way, she found herself unconsciously falling in love with him.

Qi Ran sat quietly to the side, listening to their conversation without interrupting.

A faint smile played on her lips as her fingertips gently caressed the rough fabric of the blanket's edge.

Although Qi Ran did not possess the formidable combat prowess of the sentries, she consistently did her utmost to understand their difficulties and proactively shared whatever she could.

The sentries saw it all.

During the day, Qi Ran's feet were rubbed raw, causing her ankles to ache so badly that she could barely walk.

He gritted his teeth and kept quiet, only slowing down his pace and following silently behind the group, afraid of holding everyone back.

Among the group, Xia Ye, who was familiar with Qi Ran, was the first to notice that something was wrong.

He noticed that Qi Ran's walking posture was a bit strange, her steps were unsteady, and she was occasionally frowning slightly, so he quickly walked over.

"Qi Ran, are you feeling unwell?"

Before Qi Ran could respond, he had already taken the initiative to lift up Qi Ran's trouser leg.

I saw several cuts of varying depths on my ankles. Some had scabbed over, while others were still oozing tiny beads of blood. It was heartbreaking to see.

Xia Ye's brows furrowed instantly, her heart aching with worry and anxiety, and she instinctively wanted to say something.

"You don't need to be so independent. You can tell us if anything happens. You can rely on us completely, and we're happy for you to rely on us."

But the words caught in his throat, and he swallowed them back.

He suddenly remembered that Qi Ran already had a partner.

It was directed by Ge Xixiang.

It was really inappropriate for me to say these things; it was easy to cross the line.

He could only swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue, silently taking out the medicine and clean strips of cloth he carried with him from his backpack, and carefully cleaning Qi Ran's wounds.

Apply the medicine, then gently wrap it with a strip of cloth; the movements are gentle yet heart-wrenching.

Summer nights don't understand why Qi Ran is so kind.

Why did the hospital dismiss Qi Ran?

He thought that when he got back, he would definitely go to the hospital to seek justice for Qi Ran.

As the conversation went on, it naturally circled back to Qi Ran.

A round-faced sentry took a sip from his water bottle, smiled at Qi Ran, and spoke in a lighthearted tone.

"Director Qi Ran, what do you like to do in your daily life? And what do you like to eat? If we come across any suitable options later, we can keep an eye out for you."

Staring at her with so many eyes and asking questions, Qi Ran's cheeks instantly flushed slightly.

He lowered his head shyly, his gaze falling on his clasped fingertips, which gently clenched the edge of the blanket, his voice soft and low.

"I don't have any particular favorites. I usually like to stay at home reading books and growing some small plants... As for food, I prefer sweet things, such as sweet cakes and candied fruits."

After he finished speaking, he secretly glanced at everyone.

Seeing that everyone was listening attentively, she quickly lowered her head, her ear tips turning red.

As night deepened, the campfire in the center of the cave gradually died down.

The flames, which had been raging, dwindled to a faint flicker, and the shadows cast on the rock face became blurred.

The sentries fell asleep one by one against the rock wall, and soon only the even breathing and the faint sound of the fire burning remained in the cave.

Qi Ran was also a little sleepy.

He adjusted to a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

In a daze, Qi Ran woke up.

He keenly heard a soft, deliberately quiet footstep beside him.

Qi Ran opened her eyes blankly and, by the dim firelight, saw a sentry squatting beside her, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Before Qi Ran could react and figure out what the other party wanted to do, the sentry suddenly reached out and covered his mouth tightly with his palm, preventing him from making a sound.

Qi Ran's eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracting slightly.

His body tensed up instinctively, and just as he was about to struggle to push the other person away, he heard the sentry lean close to his ear and speak in a hurried and suppressed voice.

"Don't make a sound! I don't want to hurt you, I really don't! But my wife has been taken hostage. They said if I don't do this, my wife will be killed! I have no choice..."

The sentry's voice was filled with pain and helplessness, and trembled uncontrollably.

His mind was in turmoil, and images of Qi Ran giving him emotional support flashed uncontrollably before his eyes.

Qi Ran's fingertips gently rested on his temples. Her eyelashes were long and delicate, her eyelids were lowered, and her gaze was focused and incredibly gentle.

Under the light, his fair face had a healthy pink glow.

Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke, and her gentle spiritual energy slowly seeped in, dispelling his fatigue and irritability after the battle. She also softly reminded him to take a rest.

Such a nice person, with clean features, a gentle temperament, and even a touch of shyness when speaking.

How could he be so heartless as to hurt someone?

But the thought of his wife being held hostage hardened his heart again.

His wife's smile and cries for help echoed repeatedly in his mind, overshadowing his guilt towards Qi Ran.

He stared intently at Qi Ran's bright, wide-open eyes, which were filled with terror.

Seeing that little face instantly lose all color, my heart ached as if being cut by a dull knife, but I still forced myself to turn my face away, unable to bear looking at her anymore.

He didn't wait for Qi Ran's response or for Qi Ran to process what he had said.

He picked him up from the ground and held him tightly in his arms.