“This room…”

Moona was shocked by the sight of her eyes. It was obvious that there was no light magic underground, but it looked very bright. The white objects on the ceiling were shining, but they were completely different from the light of the magic crystal.

"You are sick. If I didn't infer it wrong, it would be severe tetanus and you're going to die soon."

The boy put Moona on the sofa he made, opened the cabinet on the wall to find a transparent bottle full of liquid, and then turned on a sealed syringe.

Of course, Moona didn't know that the cylindrical thing was called a syringe, but it was strange that he didn't know anything in his hand. So she began to look at the underground room. Although it was a space dug out by hand, it was not as messy as the hole she had seen before. The ground was covered with white tiles. After closer inspection, it could even reflect Moona's face. The walls were painted with white paint and warm-toned wallpaper. In short, it was so neat that it didn't look like a basement at all.

"How do you know, are you a therapist?"

I didn't understand what tetanus meant, but I was about to die, but I was still called. Magica turned her eyes to this strange person again and asked.

"Don't compare me with those people, people who can't even cure this kind of minor illness."

The boy's tone was full of disdain, as if he looked down on the sacred therapist. This arrogant look made Mouna frown, but she quickly captured something else from the boy's words and couldn't help asking, "They can't cure me, can you cure me?"

"Of course, so I say that the system of this world is too big and too much development of magic has completely abandoned science."

"You want to lie to me. This is a curse that cannot be cured by even the ninth level healing magic."

Although she was about to die of illness, Moona still did not seek medical treatment in a hurry. She still doubted what this person wanted to do to her.

"What a curse, think about it carefully, have your body been stabbed by any sharp object?"

"Hmm? About a month ago, when I went to the big library, I saw a very strange dagger. I was scratched by the blade while playing with it, but I cured myself immediately."

After thinking about it, Mouna thought that he had been injured, but no one cared about it. A minor injury of this level did not require a therapist at all.

"That's it. You magicians are very powerful, but their bodies are extremely fragile, so they almost die because of this kind of thing. This is a scientific matter. Can magic be cured well? Even something like colds will take several days to cure the healing magic."

The boy knew that the sword was probably rusted, but people in this world did not have a sense of defense against rust, and he was too lazy to explain the principle for these unscientific magicians.

"You seem to hate magic?"

"Yes, take off your clothes."

After admitting calmly that he hated unscientific things, the boy raised the needle tube that had already inhaled the potion and approached Moona. The silver needle tip looked particularly terrifying under the light.

"What do you want to do?"

Although I have never seen such a strange prop, the sixth sense of women still tells Moona that it is very dangerous, very dangerous, and even more dangerous than asking him to take off his clothes.

"Give an injection and inject the liquid in it into your body."

"Which part is it to take off your clothes?"

Moona's body shrank into the sofa. She didn't see distorted emotions like lust in the eyes of the boy, but she would rather see these things. Wouldn't she kill him just by just seeing them?

"Ass, buttocks."

"No, no, it's impossible to expose your buttocks to you in general, right?"

"Well...I'm making a mistake, this is not my world."

The boy thought about it but gave up because of his conservatism, he didn't want Mo Youna to cry and let him take responsibility, or kill someone to silence him or something.

"Slowly intramuscular injection first, use intravenous injection, and extend your hand."

The boy put down the syringe and picked up another needle tip connected to the leather tube. The leather tube extends all the way to the bottom of the transparent bottle. The difference is probably that it looks less aggressive.

"In the end, I will still stab me! Where did you get the confidence that I would hand over my body to a stranger to do whatever he wants?"

Magica felt that she should reason with him better than martial arts, not because the magic power in her body was not enough to kill this guy.

"The most basic trust between people is that I believe I can cure you, so you must also believe that you can be cured by me. If you give up, you will have to wait to die."

Hearing the boy's serious words, Moona felt aggrieved for a long time. In addition to experiencing the magic power blocked by the teacher and thrown into the Forest of Warcraft, this is the first time today. She hesitated and made the biggest decision in her life. She believed in this person and mustered up the courage to hand her left hand to the boy.

"You...don't touch it like this."

The young man held Mo Youna's hand and touched and pinched. Poor Mo Youna had never been touched like this by the opposite sex. Even the emperor looked at her very respectful, let alone holding her hand and touching her randomly.

“The vein was found.”

"Yaah!!!"

What is the vein? Before Moona could figure out what he said, a sharp pain came from the back of her hand. Abruptly, two tears fell out of her eyes, which made Moona scream.

"Is it a magical sound? It's my first time seeing you."

The boy covered his ears in pain, but he insisted on hanging the bottle high to let the drip flow into the needle tube smoothly. Then he pressed the needle tube with cotton to prevent it from slipping out, and finally he applied tape.

"Is it an illusion? It's really a little better."

Moona quickly recovered from the pain, which was very painful when the needle was just in. The cool potion was very comfortable when it entered the body, and the strong vomiting feeling improved a lot.

"Of course it's an illusion. The disease was discovered too late. Don't think about it if it's less than half a month."

"Half a month? Are you stabbed by this every day?"

"Um."

"It's better to die... By the way, did you save me so simply?"

Moona sighed at the medicine bottle hanging on the ceiling, then looked at the boy with no expression. She originally wanted to find a place for herself to sleep, but she never thought that there would be such a person on an ordinary hill in this remote town. This is probably a miracle.

"affim."

"What about your name? My name is Mouna."

"My name is Lubi, and I am a scientist at work."

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