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Lin Ci'an hurried forward and hugged him distressedly. Chu Ziyu's face was pale and his body was shaking violently. His strength seemed to have reached its limit after that slash. There were tiny wounds on his body that were opened by the immortal power, some of which were so deep that the bones could be seen. Chu Ziyu's body was like a painting that had been ravaged by a storm. His skin was covered with countless cracks, like broken porcelain, and each crack deeply engraved the price he had paid when he exerted his strength just now.

Lin Ci'an's hands were filled with healing light, and his eyes showed concentration and determination. He knew he could not hesitate. His supernatural power flowed through Chu Ziyu's body, trying to repair the wounds torn by the immortal power, but the countercurrent of the immortal power was like a sharp blade, causing more damage inside.

The most serious wound was on Chu Ziyu's chest, which should have been the place where his strength was concentrated, but now it became the most vulnerable area. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and it seemed that even his internal organs were shaken. Blood continued to seep out of the wound, mixing with his sweat and dripping onto the ground, making a dull sound.

Zhou Lingxi and Lin Ci'an could only see the injuries on Chu Ziyu's body. Although they looked serious, Chu Ziyu's immortal power was gradually recovering from the injuries on the inner layer. Although his immortal veins were also greatly impacted, the energy flow in his immortal veins was still very stable, his foundation was not damaged, and the external injuries could be slowly recovered.

Lin Ci'an didn't know why his special ability was very slow in healing Chu Ziyu's injuries. In this case, his treatment was more of just stopping the bleeding. He could feel that Chu Ziyu's vitality was very stable, but due to the serious external injuries, he felt very weak overall.

Only half a minute had passed by now. Lin Ci'an acted decisively and called out to the stunned Zhou Lingxi, "Let's go." Zhou Lingxi finally came to his senses at this time. He knew that now was not the time to be shocked, and they had to leave as soon as possible.

Although Chu Ziyu's attack consumed a huge amount of his strength, it also gave them precious time to escape. The most active zombie had been killed by a sword, and the remaining zombies were all shocked. Lin Ci'an hugged Chu Ziyu, and his body seemed particularly fragile in Lin Ci'an's arms. His head leaned slightly on Lin Ci'an's shoulder, as if at this moment, Lin Ci'an was his only support.

Lin Ci'an adjusted the way he held Chu Ziyu to ensure that his injuries would not be aggravated. His face was pressed against Chu Ziyu's forehead, and he could feel his irregular and weak breathing, which made Lin Ci'an feel heartbroken.

"Brother Chu, I will take you to a safe place." Lin Ci'an whispered to Chu Ziyu. Although he knew that Chu Ziyu might not be able to hear clearly, he believed that his voice could bring Chu Ziyu a little comfort and strength.

Lin Ci'an's steps became more steady. He walked through the zombies and ruins, trying to avoid bumps with every step so as not to touch Chu Ziyu's wound.

Zhou Lingxi followed closely behind, alert to the surrounding situation.

Chu Ziyu's condition was not suitable for long-distance travel. He needed to bandage his wounds as soon as possible. Besides, the bloody smell would attract more zombies. Soon, they found a relatively hidden corner. Lin Ci'an gently placed Chu Ziyu on the dry ground, then quickly took out medical supplies from his backpack and began to bandage him. There were too many wounds on Chu Ziyu's body, and in the end, there were not enough bandages. Lin Ci'an tore off his inner clothes without hesitation and bandaged him.

"Hahaha, boss, you look like a living mummy."

Click, 6872 took a photo of him.

System 6872 was laughing so hard that he was bent over, while Chu Ziyu in the system space was frowning.

"Stop laughing. Check it out to see when my injury will heal."

"Boss, it will take about a week to recover. If you wake up, it will only take two days, because your own immortal power is already flowing through your body and slowly healing your injuries. It's just that your body is too weak now and cannot withstand too much immortal power to repair it. Otherwise, it would be healed in an instant."

Chu Ziyu felt warm as he watched Lin Ci'an's unskilled bandaging technique. In the end, Lin Ci'an even playfully tied a bow on his arm.

"I'm here, you'll be fine." Lin Ci'an had been continuing to treat Chu Ziyu, although it was of little use, but he refused to stop. The battle just now had consumed a lot of his superpowers, and now he was treating Chu Ziyu. Lin Ci'an's face had gradually become paler than Chu Ziyu's, but he still comforted Chu Ziyu softly, with a firm light in his eyes.

After the bandage was completed, the three of them got into the car that Chu Ziyu and the others had driven. Zhou Lingxi was in charge of driving, while Lin Ci'an treated Chu Ziyu in the back seat.

The wheels rolled slowly, passing through the silence of the city, with only the roar of vehicles driving. Zhou Lingxi's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his hands firmly grasped on the steering wheel, and occasionally he looked at the situation in the back row through the rearview mirror. The car was filled with the smell of disinfectant, intertwined with the smell of car leather.

Lin Ci'an gently leaned Chu Ziyu half against the gap between the car door and himself, carefully avoiding any pain that might be caused by any bumps. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his hands moved lightly and steadily on Chu Ziyu's chest, focusing the healing energy bit by bit. Under his palms, a pale white light appeared and disappeared, as if dancing under the skin, looking for the wound.

Chu Ziyu's breathing gradually became steady, and his face slowly turned from pale to a faint red. His eyelids trembled slightly, showing that he was half asleep and half awake. His fingers moved slightly, as if he was looking for something. Lin Ci'an immediately reached out and held his hand tightly, conveying peace of mind and strength.

But Lin Ci'an's condition gradually became worse. Although the weather was cool, he broke out in a cold sweat. His hair, which was usually kept neat, became messy. The hair on his forehead became wet due to sweat and stuck to his skin. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was tightly pursed. His breathing became shallow and irregular, and his chest rose and fell noticeably.

Chu Ziyu in the system space has already seen that Lin Ci'an's ability has been overdrawn, "6872, let Xiao An rest."

"Okay, boss."

In reality, Lin Ci'an was still concentrating on delivering healing energy to Chu Ziyu. His body had reached its limit, but he was unwilling to give up.

6872 came out of the system space and slowly approached Lin Ci'an. It had no entity, but it could exert influence in the real space. It stretched out an invisible arm and gently touched Lin Ci'an's forehead. At the moment of touch, Lin Ci'an's body stiffened for a moment, then his muscles relaxed, his head gently leaned forward, and finally leaned against the car window, entering a forced rest state.