The small truck drove through a series of dark alleys, heading north. The route was so complicated that even He Ao, who had turned off his super memory, could not remember it clearly.

The actual route should not be so complicated. The driver deliberately took some detours in order to avoid possible tracking.

But even so, the speed of the small truck was still very fast, drifting continuously in the alleys, and it didn't take long to reach its destination, a small drug store with the lights on.

He Ao, who was a little dizzy while driving fast, supported his fourth brother, raised his head, and looked around. The surrounding environment was extremely dilapidated, with dilapidated old buildings everywhere.

The original beautiful walls of the old building have corroded away, exposing the pitted cement walls. The once delicate glass windows are also rusty. The windows of some houses have been completely broken and have been boarded up with wooden boards.

"The houses here are basically sixty or seventy years old. They have long exceeded their designed service life and are at risk of collapse at any time."

The bloody middle-aged man was staggered up by the people around him who still had strength. He looked at He Ao looking at the old buildings around him and explained softly, "But the people living in this building can't afford a new house.

They can barely live in it, but some people have not yet paid off their loans, and there are also some tenants who live in these buildings in order to get cheaper rents."

"Um."

He Ao withdrew his gaze. The moment he withdrew his gaze, he noticed that further inside the drugstore, at the deepest part of the street, stood an old small church. The door of the church was closed, but the street lights in front of the door were dimly on.

But he didn't want to explore more. He picked up his fourth brother and followed the strong men into the pharmacy.

Only then did he realize that the driver who had been driving only had one hand, and the other hand only had a shoulder that was wrapped casually and soaked in blood.

He Ao had been sitting on the roof of the car just now, and the driver was in his blind spot.

Everyone walked in all the way.

The drug store is not big, with a dazzling array of medicine cabinets. The medicine cabinets are crowded with various small medicine boxes without labels. In the deepest part of the drug store, there is a thin man sitting, who is cooking some kind of medicine on an induction cooker.

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The man listened to the footsteps and said without looking back, "The aphrodisiac is on the counter on the left hand side of the door. A bottle costs 200 yuan. Take one pill thirty minutes beforehand. My medicine is well managed and can be used all night. It can also be pounded into mud."

Granite, no matter how hard you try it, even the wildest dancer in Milani will kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Ahem."

The bloody middle-aged man glanced at He Ao and coughed slightly.

Nell is only eighteen years old. If she were to study, she could barely be considered a freshman.

Although he is an adult and has just shown his prowess, people around him still regard him as Ivo's younger brother and as a child.

First impressions often influence a person's judgment for a long time.

Hearing the cough, the man preparing the medicine turned his head.

He has a thin face, short and messy hair, and is wearing a somewhat shabby white shirt, but his eyes are as bright as pearls in the dark night.

He glanced at the injured and disabled people, sighed, and stood up slowly, "Why is it you again?"

For some reason, He Ao always felt that this tone was somewhat familiar.

"Have you used all the life-saving medicine I gave you?"

However, the pharmacist only sighed with emotion, and then began to check everyone's injuries one by one, "I can't squeeze so many people here. When things stabilize, everyone should go to the church next door."

"Okay, okay, I've used it all."

The bloody middle-aged man said quickly.

"This life-saving medicine can only hang their lives, but it still depends on their luck if they want to save them,"

The pharmacist glanced at the dying ones and shook his head slightly, "These are difficult to deal with."

Then he stopped in front of Ivo, whose consciousness was completely blurred, and said, "This can still save someone."

Then he took out different types of medicines from the medicine cabinet, mixed the medicines on the spot, and melted them into a syrup.

At this moment, Ivo was unconscious and unable to swallow on his own, but the pharmacist seemed to have prepared something other than oral medicine.

He took out a shelf from somewhere, poured the syrup into a bottle of glucose solution, mixed it, and connected Ivo to an intravenous drip.

Then he went to work on another person without looking back.

"Doctor, my brother..."

He Ao stood aside, looked at Ivo, and then at the pharmacist.

"I'm a pharmacist, not a doctor,"

The pharmacist raised his head and glanced at He Ao. The young man in his eyes was a little immature, but he was covered in blood, exuding a fierceness and madness that was completely inconsistent with his age. He lowered his head again and looked back at the patient in front of him, "I can

Everything has been done, it’s up to your brother whether he can wake up or not."

He Ao found a chair for Ivo, leaned in the corner, and waited quietly.

Ivo seemed to be immersed in some kind of nightmare, and even with medical help, his life was slowly passing away.

"Dad, mom? Eldest brother? Second sister?!!! Fifth child??? Don't leave, don't leave..."

Ivo's hand suddenly grabbed the armrest of the chair, and veins popped out on the back of his hand, "Nel, Nel is still here, I can't, I can't leave!"

Click——

The wooden armrests of the chair were pinched into gaps. Ivo's body froze, and then he let out a long breath, his body softened, and he fell asleep again.

His breath of life gradually stabilized.

"Good luck," the pharmacist walked around behind He Ao and said, "This is someone who wants to live."

He Ao raised his head and looked at him.

"Medicinal stones can only save people who want to live," the pharmacist said, gesturing for He Ao to look at the dying people, "but they can't save people who want to die."

Some of the people in this house have a blood feud with the Ice Wolf Gang and Vincent, and I am the only one left in the house, alone.

Now that Vincent is dead, the obsession in these people's hearts has disappeared, and they have nothing to miss in this world, and there is no need to miss him.

He Ao just sighed softly and continued to look at Ivo, whose breathing was gradually calming down.

"Extraordinary?"

But at this moment, the pharmacist seemed to have finished his work and had some free time. He looked at He Ao and asked softly.

"Well," He Ao nodded slightly and then asked, "You too?"

The pharmacist nodded, said no more, and continued to treat other wounded people.

Looking at his back, He Ao was thoughtful.

The pharmacist seems to care about the name pharmacist, and his talent sequence may be related to medicine.

Thinking about it this way, Roger doesn't seem to want others to call him 'pharmacist', preferring the title 'doctor'. His talent sequence may be related to 'doctor'.

Not all talent sequences are related to combat.

Not long after, an old man wearing old work clothes, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face rushed to the pharmacy. He led some people whose injuries had been stabilized to the small church nearby.

He Ao stared at the old man's face. He vaguely felt that the old man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he looked like for a short time.

Because Ivo's injury had stabilized, He Ao followed the old man to the church.

The church door was locked, and the old man took the key and opened the door.

The group of people entered the church and moved the chairs inside. The old man entered the side door on the right and pulled out simple mattresses to spread out for everyone.

By the time everything settled down, it was already past two in the morning.

Ivo's breathing gradually became steady.

The pharmacist came over, changed the medicine, treated Ivo's wound, and applied trauma medicine.

Then he said that Ivo would wake up around 8 or 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, so that He Ao could make his own bed and have some rest.

It's late at night and the moonlight is like water.

The wounded in the church had almost closed their eyes and rested. The old man who brought He Ao and others into the church was sitting on the chair at the front of the church and taking a nap.

The old man is already quite old, and his body is covered with a few dark age spots.

He Ao sat next to the old man.

"Are you Nell, Ivo's brother?"

As soon as he sat down, the old man asked softly.

"Um."

He Ao nodded slightly.

He began to recall where he had seen cheeks that looked like the old man's.

"Ivo is a good boy," the old man glanced at Ivo lying in the middle of the church, the moonlight shining through the window on the blood-stained gauze, "I remember he was like this when he first came here two years ago.

He looked seriously injured."

"Can you talk to me?"

He Ao said softly.

After disappearing two years ago, Ivo never returned home and his family had no news about him.

The old man seemed to know this. He sighed softly and began to tell what happened to Ivo.
To be continued...