Chapter 170.2: Pen Spirit (11)

  Qi Muran dragged the other player straight into the school infirmary.

The door of the infirmary was broken. Qi Muran first used the nearby mop to wedge the door shut, then pushed heavy objects to block it directly.

Just as Qi Muran was about to administer treatment to the heavily injured and comatose player, he suddenly noticed a light coming from the corner of the school infirmary.

...Someone?

Qi Muran dragged the unconscious player slowly toward the corner.

The light came from the pharmacy of the school infirmary.

Qi Muran stood in the shadow at the doorway, cautiously looking inside the pharmacy, but he didn’t see anyone.

It seemed like there was no one in the pharmacy.

He walked in cautiously and then stopped.

It wasn’t because there was nobody in the infirmary, but rather because of the angle of the sofa, which blocked the person on it.

At this moment, Qi Muran was neither too close nor too far from the sofa. He looked at the person lying on the sofa hesitantly, ultimately setting down the player he had in his hands, and walked slowly towards the sofa.

Although the person on the sofa had their head covered by clothes, from the figure and the hand that was visible, he didn’t seem very old.

Was he a student from the First University?

Qi Muran reached out and gently touched the person’s elbow on the sofa.

No response, and he didn’t seem threatening.

Qi Muran paused for a moment, gently picking up the hand of the young man placed on his abdomen.

The young man’s hand was very beautiful, slender and fair, with fingertips that were delicate and soft. With a slight pressure, they sank in a bit, feeling very comfortable to touch.

It didn’t quite look like a man’s hand, nor did it seem like a real person’s hand.

Qi Muran released the young man’s hand, then looked towards the other’s head. Carefully, he lifted the clothes that covered the young man’s head.

As the clothes were lifted, a delicate face slowly emerged. The young man’s long eyelashes were slightly curled, and combined with the crimson teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, he looked incredibly beautiful.

It was like a rose blossoming in an icy, snowy landscape—the only splash of color in the clean and monotonous white, unrealistically beautiful.

After all, roses couldn’t possibly bloom in an icy, snowy landscape.

But the young man was real, beautiful, as if from a human fantasy.

However, a bit of the beauty was marred by the white gauze wrapped around his forehead.

Anyone who saw that gauze would find it extremely conspicuous.

After Qi Muran carefully observed the young man’s appearance, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly for a moment.

Exquisite... could it be a puppet?

No, he didn’t seem to be a puppet.

Qi Muran reached out, feeling the young man’s breath, ultimately confirming one thing.

The young man was human.

[Wow, where did this beauty come from? Oh my god! It’s so beautiful that it touches my heart! Three minutes! I want all the information about the young man!!!]

[God Mu, what are you doing? Why are you looking so seriously? Are you checking if the other person is injured?]

[Why do I feel it’s not quite like that? After all, I feel God Mu’s gaze looks strange, making people can’t help but think more (scratching head.jpg).]

[Indeed, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t feel entirely innocent. But it might be an illusion due to the lighting. After all, God Mu is not the type to be swayed by appearances.]

Qi Muran lowered his gaze, landing on the young man’s eyes with a hint of blush, then slowly moved downward.

Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a subtle sense of aggression in his gaze and... restraint.

But due to the lighting, it was somewhat unclear.

And it quickly disappeared, returning to the gentle look he usually had.

Qi Muran glanced at the coat, clearly not belonging to the young man, and seemingly distracted by the act of lifting it, accidentally dropped it to the ground. Then, as he took a step forward, he inadvertently stepped on it.

But Qi Muran seemed not to notice that he stepped on the coat. He gently sat on the edge of the sofa, next to the young man’s slender waist, then bent down, gently removing the gauze from the young man’s forehead.

As the gauze was unwrapped, the young man’s forehead was revealed.

The young man’s skin was very fair, to the point of having a somewhat sickly beauty, but there was a wound on his forehead.

In contrast to the fair skin, the wound was vividly red, looking quite terrifying.

The reddish color made people couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

Qi Muran was stunned for a moment, reached out, and gently touched the red skin around the young man’s wound, instinctively using his healing ability.

A soft, gentle white light flashed, and the wound on the young man’s forehead slowly disappeared.

It’s as if no wound ever existed.

If there were knowledgeable players present, they would surely be dumbfounded.

It’s worth noting that Qi Muran’s healing ability had significant limitations; for instance, he could only use it once every three days.

Regardless of whether he was treating a life-threatening injury or a minor skin abrasion, each use counted.

The only difference was the amount of mental energy expended; the more severe the injury, the more mental energy it consumed.

However, Qi Muran inherently lacked much combat power, and the loss of mental energy didn’t matter, as there were other players to protect him.

Although there was only one player in a coma present, the audience in the livestream had been watching all along.

The audience was directly astonished.

[No, God Mu, he just broke a little skin, just a little! Just this little bit (gestures with hand.jpg)! And you used your healing ability???]

[Ummm, this might be the effect of being blinded by beauty. If God Mu were in ancient times, he’d probably be a ruler captivated by beauty. But let’s not impose moral judgments. God Mu has the right to use his abilities to heal whoever he wants. Saving that player, I think he’s done his utmost benevolence.]

[How should I put it? It feels a bit complicated? I don’t know why, but I feel God Mu did nothing wrong. Maybe I’m also a ruler captivated by beauty (laughs and cries.jpg).]

After seeing this barrage, the audience looked at the heavily injured player on the ground, almost dying, and then at the silent young man who just had a bit of skin broken.

But they couldn’t come up with any words of condemnation or rebuttal.

Because they also felt like there was nothing wrong with this.

After all, even a skin injury could be painful...

Right...?

The audience in the livestream silently averted their gaze from the player covered in blood, with one hand almost severed. 

Qi Muran wiped off the remaining medicine on the young man’s forehead with his sleeve, the movement extremely gentle.

However, while wiping, Qi Muran’s hand involuntarily slid down a bit, landing at the corner of the young man’s eye.

The young man seemed to have cried before; the reddish corners of his eyes were still somewhat moist.

The cool and moist touch gave rise to a strange feeling in the depths of one’s heart. A faint glint passed through Qi Muran’s eyes, and the pressure in his hands increased slightly.

If he was just sleeping, then there’s a high chance of him waking up.

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