The day the crimson mist descended, I was still eating instant noodles.
Others awakened combat-type abilities. I bound the [Abyss Stage] live broadcast system, and the first character card I drew was [Director of Sick Surgery], C level, with only one skill: helping Weiyi see a doctor.
The first copy, abandoned hospital. The old lady came to me for consultation holding a thermal insulation bag that could beat. Stitches dragged the bone saw to register.
I was wearing a white coat, holding the scalpel, and smiled at them: "Don't be nervous, it's just a routine ward round."
The barrage went crazy: "Is he consulting Weiyi??" "This newcomer turned a C-level card into an S-level one!"
Clear the copy and your ranking will soar. System prompt: The safe house module has been unlocked.
Other survivors were picking up cans in the ruins, and I was picking up furniture in the dungeon. While others are fighting Wei Wei, I am prescribing medicine for Wei Wei. Later, a team of top ten cosplayers came to watch me and found me cooking hot pot in the safe house.
Live broadcast room title: Closed today, no medical appointments.
The weirdos were lining up outside.
They said they had been waiting for three days.
And I am thinking about how to make a suture monster learn to queue up and get the medical records.
The scariest thing about the last days is not the strange arrival. He was the only man who could cure weirdness and decided to take a rest today.
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