The admiral let out a cold snort.

Without punishing himself, the doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the admiral spoke again, staring at him with cold light brown eyes: "Apply medicine to him."

The wounds on the protagonist's body are somewhat connected to nerves. If he or the protagonist applied the medicine himself, he would be clumsy and make the wounds burst even more.

Although the doctor did not dare to disobey, there was also a little fear and disgust on his face.

He walked over with the ointment. But who knew that before he met the slave, the slave struggled violently and resisted him even more. The slave moved to the other side of the bed with difficulty, and would rather the wound burst than stare at him viciously, his bones pressed against the bed, and his mouth made a terrible clicking sound, as if the doctor would be stunned by him if he leaned over. Hesitant to pinch your throat——!

It was the first time the doctor saw such a brutal slave, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his neck.

He was drenched in cold sweat and looked back at the general with tears in his eyes.

Rong Wan didn't expect that the protagonist seemed to be in a much better mental state just now, but now he was approached by the doctor, and he actually changed back to the state of attack and defense. But he quickly realized what was going on—

Even though the protagonist has been brainwashed for several years, he is still a person, and he can keenly perceive who is contemptuous and malicious towards him. Even though the doctor prescribed medicine for him, he was reluctant and treated him like a bedbug crawling under his feet.

At this moment, Rong Wan deeply realized how difficult it is to complete the tasks of the system.

He paused, waved his hand to the doctor, and said with a stern expression, "Just here, you step back first."

Dr. Chase was amnesty, bowed hastily, picked up his medicine box, and hurried away.

There were only two people left in the room again.

Without a word, Rong Wan picked up the ointment on the table and walked over. And the protagonist stared at him coldly, three steps, two steps, when he was only one step closer to the protagonist, the protagonist did not release from the state of defense, but the frightening sound in his throat stopped, and used Scarlet eyes stared at him—

Rong Wan spread out his hand, slowed his expression, and indicated that he was not malicious.

"I'll put the medicine on you, and after applying it, you'll feel much better."

But his left brain immediately ached, because it is impossible for General Zhujing to treat a slave with such a gentle side. However, Rong Wan has also figured out the rules. When he does things that are not in line with the character's settings, he has a headache, but there seems to be no other punishment. Therefore, as long as you persist for a while, you can successfully get the protagonist to accept the medicine.

But what he didn't expect was-

Facing him, the protagonist did not resist so much. Although he was curled up stiffly and stared at him, he did not act as aggressively as he did to Dr. Chase.

Rong Wan felt somewhat relieved, so he sat down, dipped his fingers with the ointment, and pulled the protagonist's leg over his bloody knee.

This ointment seems to be irritating, even if he touched a little on his fingers, his fingers felt numb and tingling. He didn't know what kind of severe pain it would be if it was applied to the protagonist's skin covered with blood scabs, or another kind of criminal law. But in short, the protagonist remained silent from beginning to end. Rong Wan could only force himself to ignore that point, frown, and carefully apply medicine to all the wounds on his body.

That was a fairly long process again, from afternoon to evening.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

Jin Zhao lowered his eyes, expressionless, staring at the person in front of him to apply medicine for himself. The movement was so gentle that it seemed to be valuing something fragile.

Jin Zhao felt very unreal, his body was stiff, but he didn't dare to move. For fear that if you move, everything will disappear like a water moon mirror flower.

He clutched the corners of his pajamas with his fingers and couldn't feel the sting of the ointment on his body—the pain was nothing to him. However, he was still trembling, and whenever the admiral's fingers touched his skin, he felt like an electric shock.

He finally realized that the admiral didn't treat him like a monster.

But when he turned his terrifying eyes and looked at the light brown eyes of the general, he still clearly saw himself in it - an ugly, blood-scarred, scabbard, spiritual power was taken away, like a defective product , and even used as a weapon without self-awareness, unbearable things.

He was desperate and angry for a moment, but that anger quickly turned into a strong sense of inferiority under the caress of the admiral's cold fingers.

He turned his head away in pain, no longer looking into the admiral's eyes.

After receiving the medicine, found that many of the shallower wounds had formed pink flesh scabs, and the deeper wounds slowly began to heal. He didn't expect that the medicinal effect of this empire would be so powerful, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

If you can bring back your own world, wouldn't you be able to get rich quickly? He's still a shit artist, he's exhausted hanging Weiya all day long! Rong Wan thought happily and put the blanket on the protagonist.

With such a smile, his left brain temple immediately stinged.

fuck.

Rong Wan quickly restrained his expression, switched to a cold expression, and stood up abruptly, like an uncertain neurotic.

"And this, you heard what the doctor said, take it." Rong Wan opened the medicine box and handed over a lozenge to eat.

The vigilance in the protagonist's eyes was still not dissipated. He held it in his hand for a long time. When Rong Wan wanted to put it directly in his mouth, he picked up the medicine and ate it.

——This is to finally let go of some of his guard against him?

Rong Wan thought proudly, he really is no.1 in ability, no matter what industry he goes to, he can keep his job! Just when he wanted to open the drawer and hand the silver mask to the protagonist—the protagonist's eyes are still unable to recover, and it will take some time to find suitable eyes and cure him. So during this period, Rong Wan hoped to use a cool mask to make him feel that he was not an alien.