I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Is this guy really only nineteen? That's astonishingly big!

Yan Ziming smiled awkwardly, "I don't know either... I've grown up without even realizing it."

If other women heard this, they would be so ashamed they would want to die, but fortunately, Wang Shiying's breasts were not small either, so she didn't care much.

"Am I going to take the bandage off?"

"Okay, let's dismantle it."

Wang Shiying took the lead in untying the bandage on Yan Ziming's left shoulder. The bandage was untied one loop at a time, and by the time the last few loops were removed, traces of blood had already seeped out.

Once the bandages were completely removed, a slightly gruesome blood hole could be seen on Yan Ziming's fair and delicate shoulder, so large that one could even see from the front to the back.

"Hmm..." The long-awaited contact between the wound and the air brought intense pain, causing Yan Ziming to groan softly and her delicate body to tremble slightly.

Wang Shiying reached out and touched the pale skin around the wound, saying somewhat indignantly, "How can you, as a girl, be so careless with your body? Such a serious wound, if it leaves a scar, it will really affect your appearance! It might make it impossible for you to get married in the future!"

"Uh, I don't really care whether I can get married or not... Ouch—be gentle!" Yan Ziming suddenly cried out in pain halfway through her sentence, not knowing how she had offended her.

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet. Leaving such an ugly scar on such a beautiful body, anyone would feel it's a great pity, right? Like your sister."

Yan Ziming thought about it carefully and realized that Wang Shiying was right. He wondered what Ye Qianxue would think when she saw the scars on his body. She would definitely be heartbroken.

Yan Ziming smiled bitterly, "But I had no choice. I was almost dead back then. It's a miracle that I came back alive."

"Hmph! Luckily you ran into me, and your wound hadn't scabbed over yet, otherwise you'd have this scar for life!"

Hmm? Yan Ziming's eyes lit up. According to her, could she have a way to heal herself without leaving scars? This is great news!

"Doctor Wang, do you have any good ideas?" Yan Ziming's tone unconsciously became more respectful.

"Huh? You came here without knowing anything?"

"???"

Seeing the doubt written all over Yan Ziming's face, Wang Shiying said helplessly, "I'm a seventh-level healer... You really came here without knowing anything?"

Yan Ziming was completely bewildered. What did she just say? A seventh-level healer?

Chapter 86 Therapist

"Excuse me, could you repeat what level of healer you are?" Yan Ziming's emotions were clearly getting out of control.

"Seventh rank," Wang Shiying said calmly. She loved seeing this kind of reaction from others because it felt so good to show off!

Yan Ziming's beautiful eyes were filled with shock.

You have to understand, this is a seventh-tier healer! A seventh-tier healer, that's a golden opportunity! I definitely have to hold on tight to him.

To understand why Yan Ziming was so shocked, we need to start with the existence of the healer.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, mutated species multiplied into many different kinds. While no new humans appeared on the human side, the number of people with superpowers began to surge. In just a few months, more than 10,000 new people with superpowers appeared around the world.

With a larger number of people, there are naturally more types of abilities. Among these newly awakened superhumans, the number of awakened abilities is countless, and all sorts of bizarre abilities have appeared in people's field of vision.

It features everything from Want Want Little Buns and body enhancements to transforming into wild beasts, as well as all sorts of demons, monsters, and evil spirits.

It seems like something strange has infiltrated.

Since people with superpowers have existed in the world for a long time, the country quickly organized all kinds of superpowers and divided them into five categories. Among them, the most representative are elemental superpowers.

For example, Yan Ziming's lightning and Huang Tao's wind-riding techniques belong to this category.

Elemental abilities make up a large portion of all ability users, reaching nearly 60%.

These types of superhumans are most prominent in terms of either high lethality or a wide killing range. Although their talents limit the path of most elemental superhumans, those who can grow up are all powerful individuals capable of taking on a thousand opponents single-handedly.

The other categories are mental, support, beast-type, and healing types.

The mental type is similar to Lao Wang's metal manipulation; it requires using mental power to control one's superpowers, rather than simply relying on energy.

Support abilities are easy to understand. The Lin Shuqi sisters' abilities belong to this category. Most of them don't have much combat ability and can generally only hide behind combat-type ability users to provide various buffs.

Leaving aside the beast-type for now, which we'll discuss later, let's first talk about the main character of this time: the healing type.

Compared to the abundant elemental abilities, the number of healing ability users is pitifully small. Not to mention globally, even in a vast and resource-rich country like China, there are only a handful of them.

Moreover, most of them are only at the second or third level, a few can rise to the fourth or fifth level, and as for the seventh level or above, they are extremely rare, even only slightly more than the ninth-level experts in China.

Eight.

Throughout the entire country of China, there are only eight healers who have reached the seventh level or above, which shows how precious they are.

Generally speaking, healers at levels one to three can barely heal superficial wounds, but they are not very effective for severe injuries, making them somewhat of a useless skill.

Those at the fourth to sixth level can heal most superficial wounds, but they cannot cure the aftereffects of the injuries. Even so, they are very sought after. Whether employed elsewhere or serving as military doctors in the army, they receive very generous treatment and can also gain a lot of connections.

For those at the seventh rank or above, injuries that were previously untreatable are now largely gone. They may not yet reach the level of the dead, but they can truly restore flesh and bone.

In other words, even if you lose an arm or a leg, it can make it grow back without any aftereffects; it's that amazing.

However, this cannot be done too often, otherwise it will excessively deplete their life energy, causing them to be downgraded, and in severe cases, they may age prematurely or even die on the spot.

At first glance, it doesn't seem that powerful, especially since it has a limited number of uses. However, the reality is quite different. Imagine if it were used on a severely injured ninth-tier expert?

That could restore a crippled ninth-tier expert to full combat power. A ninth-tier expert in full strength is definitely a strategic-level existence.

In conclusion, therapists of this rank are the darlings of every military administrative region, treated with utmost care and affection, practically like royalty.

You have to understand, since the apocalypse began, how many people have been desperate to hire a high-level healer? The number of people could stretch all the way from the Jiangning Military Administrative District to here.

Therefore, Yan Ziming was incredibly fortunate to be able to meet a seventh-level healer at this moment!

Before this, she thought that Ye Qianxue had just found a mid-level healer to treat her, but now it seems that she has been given a big surprise!

But why are there so few people seeking her treatment? She's a seventh-level healer!

Yan Ziming hadn't forgotten that the bed was covered in a layer of dust when she arrived.

Since she's a level seven healer, this place should be packed with people! How could it possibly be her turn?

Yan Ziming didn't ask this question, fearing that this great master would misunderstand her meaning and think that she doubted her abilities.

"So, may we begin?"

Wang Shiying watched Yan Ziming stand there dumbfounded for a while, and even she, who loved to show off, was getting impatient. Even if you want to show off, you should at least react! What's with just standing there frozen on the bed?

Chapter 87 I am very confident in my endurance

"Hmm? Okay, please begin." Yan Ziming paused for a moment, snapping out of her shock, and quickly nodded to indicate that the treatment could begin.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shiying pulled out several long restraint belts from under the bed and placed them in front of Yan Ziming, indicating that she should put them on.

Restraint belt...?

Yan Ziming felt a bit thirsty.

"Um... what's this for?"

"Nonsense, of course it's used to restrain you."

Wang Shiying's calm tone didn't sound like she was joking at all.

Yan Ziming asked hesitantly, "May I ask why?"

"This is to prevent you from moving around and interfering with my treatment. The treatment process later will be quite uncomfortable for you, so be prepared."

Wang Shiying was securing the belt to the bed, speaking without turning her head.

Oh! Yan Ziming suddenly realized.

In other words, is that it? To prevent the injured person from constantly writhing due to the pain of treatment, a belt is used to restrain them.

This is quite common in movies! It's normal behavior, so I'm relieved.

It's no wonder Yan Ziming was so terrified. She was almost traumatized by Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue, those two perverts. Whenever she saw this kind of thing, she felt like someone was plotting against her.

"Lie down, I'm going to start restraining you." Wang Shiying said to Yan Ziming after she had already secured all the restraint belts.

Yan Ziming lay flat on the bed, staring intently at the ceiling, waiting for Wang Shiying's move.

She was actually a little afraid of the treatment process that was about to begin. After all, in the movies, the people who were undergoing treatment were basically in excruciating pain. Thinking about this, Yan Ziming began to feel terrified, so she could only let her mind wander to distract herself.

Yan Ziming suddenly felt a cool sensation flowing over her smooth upper body. She twisted uncomfortably, but soon she couldn't twist anymore. More and more belts were binding her body tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

There were five restraint straps in total. Three straps secured her upper body, and two straps secured her legs, giving her the feeling of being a lab rat.

After making all the preparations, Wang Shiying took off her white gloves, sat down next to Yan Ziming, and extended two slender fingers to press against the blood hole on Yan Ziming's left shoulder, revealing a glimmer of green light.

Is it finally starting?

Yan Ziming closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly with fear.

Contrary to expectations, intense pain did not come. Instead, a tingling sensation flowed back and forth along her left shoulder.

"Mmm~" Yan Ziming let out an extremely embarrassing moan, which frightened her so much that she quickly bit her tongue, daring not to make a sound.

The tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger. Even the uninjured areas felt unbearably itchy and numb, let alone the exposed wounds. Yan Ziming felt as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her, almost causing her to lose her composure.

This was truly excruciating! Although it wasn't the kind of pain in the traditional sense, it was definitely no less painful. Yan Ziming suddenly felt that it would be better if she were cut piece by piece; this kind of numb and itchy sensation was just too unbearable.

If it weren't for this belt restraining her, she would definitely be doing a laser dance on the spot.

However, although the process was very uncomfortable, the results were obvious.