He hadn't imagined, after countless years, his handwriting could actually be of some use for money.
After finishing up, Sun Miao stomped upstairs, unsure if he was genuinely busy or truly didn't want to stay downstairs watching Ren Zhong, this troublesome patient, sulking.
Wen Lei lay flat, staring at his chest.
The thick mechanical arm flitted up and down, resembling a butterfly flitting among flowers.
Sometimes gently opening the wound to remove dead tissue, sometimes extending a small needle to spray anti-inflammatory medication evenly.
"Brother Ren, many thanks to you today. With Dr. Sun's medical skills, I'll be able to move again in three days at most."
Ren Zhong laughed, "No need to mention it, Wen Lei. Zheng Tian mentioned your solid skills, and I'm counting on you, as a true mechanical warrior, to guide me. Recover well, and in three days you'll give me real combat training."
"Sure! But since we can't move these three days, I can't demonstrate in real combat for you, but I can still guide you verbally."
Ren Zhong laughed, "Great."
That was one of the reasons he was eager to help Wen Lei heal.
Wen Lei sighed, "Luckily it's only three days; if I'd really needed half a month, it would've been troublesome."
Ren Zhong: "What trouble?"
"Three days is manageable. But if it was half a month, the other team members couldn't possibly wait that long for me; they'd definitely find external reserves, and if others are better and everyone works well together..."
Wen Lei didn't finish, but Ren Zhong understood his meaning.
He might be replaced.
When Zheng Tian's team first saw Ren Zhong, they abandoned him without a second thought.
Even though it seems the current team is getting along well, the world's nature is harsh.
Being overly nice often doesn't end well.
Zheng Tian, climbing from an ordinary scavenger to her current level, clearly isn't someone easily bound by so-called emotions.
Moreover, Zheng Tian might not truly be as warm towards others as she appears.
Being discarded like rubbish, left exposed to the wild, leaves a scar on the heart that's not easily healed.
To Ren Zhong, Zheng Tian's warmth always seemed theatrical.
"Never mind, since none of that has happened, there's no point thinking about what-ifs. Right?"
Ren Zhong felt cold at heart, but had a smiling face.
His chill was aimed at Zheng Tian, not at Wen Lei.
He still remembered, in his most desperate and hopeless time, this seemingly fierce strongman Wen Lei had said that being just an ordinary person yet managing to fight a First Level Ruined Beast was impressive; dying just like that would be a pity.
So Wen Lei was actually the first to suggest saving him; it was just negated by that fool Ou Youning.
When Wen Lei left, his eyes showed regret, but he had no decision-making power.
In the whole team, Ren Zhong didn't chat much with Wen Lei, but his impression of Wen Lei was the best.
"Hmm, but Brother Ren, you're quite something. Based on previous experience, treatment for this kind of injury typically costs at least 10 Contribution Points, yet such a stingy guy as Dr. Sun waived the fee for us. Zheng Tian was right about you being a great figure."
Ren Zhong laughed heartily, "Not at all, not at all."
"No, really, those 10 points are significant!"
"How so?"
The two conversed for quite some time, and only then did Ren Zhong, who had splurged on a Magnetic Storm Hand Grenade yesterday, truly grasp what 10 Contribution Points meant in such an extremely oppressive context.