Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

Chen Muye stroked his chin, his eyes scanning back and forth between Su Ming and Zhao Kongcheng: "We still need to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up of Old Zhao's body, and we also need to get the specific strength of Su Ming's treatment ability."

"no problem."

Squeezed to the side, Lin Qiye suddenly felt like an outsider, having neither contributed to killing monsters nor healing Zhao Kongcheng.

After everyone calmed down, he slowly said, "I want to join you."

At this moment, the people in Squad 136 noticed Lin Qiye standing to the side, but they were not unfamiliar with him either, having seen his photo many times, after all, he was the agent of Seraphim Omega.

Hongying tugged at Su Ming's sleeve and whispered beside him, "What happened? I remember Old Zhao said just an hour ago that it hadn't worked. Why did Lin Qiye suddenly change his mind?"

"Don't ask too many questions about men's affairs," Su Ming said without offering any explanation.

What followed was Hongying's warm, soft fingers pinching his waist.

Upon hearing this, Chen Muye couldn't stop smiling, and even hugged Lin Qiye tightly, saying, "Welcome to the team, Team 136 welcomes you."

"I'll only be here for ten years. I'll leave after ten years." Despite the crowd's enthusiasm, Lin Qiye coldly stated his restriction.

"Let's talk about it in ten years, hahaha." Chen Muye didn't care about the ten-year period. Whether he could even live to see ten years later was a question, let alone how he could possibly escape once he joined the Night's Watch.

You're just a kid. Do you think the shrewd people at the top of Da Xia will let you go? You're still too young.

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Night Watch Hospital.

Inside the ward, the testing machine beeped incessantly, and Zhao Kongcheng lay quietly on the hospital bed covered with a white blanket.

My eyes were fixed on the view outside the window where the heavy rain had just ended.

The moon was clearer in the sky after the rain, raindrops on the eaves splashed onto the windowsill, and transparent pearls appeared on the green leaves. With the gentle breeze, the disinfectant in the room seemed to have faded a lot.

Chen Muyi was sitting with his head down next to the bed. Hongying was slowly peeling a red apple with a knife. Unlike before, she was no longer carefree and had been peeling it with her head down for ten minutes.

Si Xiaonan covered her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes, while Leng Xuan stood beside her, comforting her.

Perhaps it was the chirping of birds outside the window that woke Zhao Kongcheng from his daze. A smile appeared on his pale face as he said, "Wasn't this result something we already knew in the old town? Why is everything so lifeless now?"

The hospital's examination report showed that Zhao Kongcheng's body was fine, but his muscles and meridians had suffered irreversible damage, and he would no longer be able to fight. Even strenuous exercise would affect his health.

This was the first time anyone had seen Zhao Kongcheng so weak. He was usually full of energy, but now he looked like a patient.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure you. Since there are gods in this world, I refuse to believe that I can't cure you," Lin Qiye said firmly.

"Old Zhao, have an apple." Hongying handed over a peeled apple.

A normal-sized apple had been peeled until all the flesh was gone. Zhao Kongcheng scoffed, "Eat my ass! Look around, is there anything edible left?"

"It's alright, I can still do logistics. If any of you don't cooperate with me, see how I deal with you," Zhao Kongcheng threatened. "Especially you, Wen Qimo, you're always secretly driving our team's car to bars to show off and pick up girls."

"Old Zhao, don't talk nonsense. I really didn't do it." Wen Qimo looked at Chen Muyi and shook his head frantically.

"And you even sneak into the base's toilet when you run out of toilet paper at home, are you even human?"

Wu Xiangnan's gaze toward Wen Qimo turned hostile, as if it had stirred up strange memories from the past: "So it was you, Wen Qimo."

"No...it wasn't me, Old Zhao's lost his mind."

The sorrow on the faces of the people in the room disappeared, and even Si Xiaonan, who had been crying the most, was laughing while crying.

The ward door opened, and a girl in a white nurse's uniform whispered, "You're laughing a bit too loudly and disturbing others. Also, the patient should rest."

After everyone else left, Su Ming finally arrived at the ward with his bag on his back.

"I thought you wouldn't recognize me anymore since I was crippled," Zhao Kongcheng joked casually.

Su Ming smiled and took out two bottles of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter from his bag.

"You're still thinking of me, aren't you? All those people did was cry." Zhao Kongcheng, who had been lying flat, immediately sat up and took the cigarette and lighter.

Looking at the smoke alarm above his head, Zhao Kongcheng got out of bed and exhaled the smoke out the window.

"There's no way around it. If I get there, Hongying will kill me if she sees what I'm carrying." Su Ming opened a beer and pushed it next to Zhao Kongcheng. "Logically speaking, wounded people shouldn't drink. Don't you think I understand you best?"

"It's a pity there's no food. And with such a big backpack, you only managed to fit two bottles. With your abilities, bringing up a whole box wouldn't have been difficult, would it?"

Su Ming didn't answer his subsequent questions. Instead, he said something Zhao Kongcheng hadn't expected: "This is quite good. Let's enjoy it with the moonlight as a snack."

"You've changed a lot these past two days. You even speak more eloquently, like a scholar."

“You’re not bad either. Ever since you got injured, you’ve looked like an old man, with an aura of decay. Aren’t you afraid of the days ahead when you’re doing logistics?” Su Ming retorted.

"Fear? I, Zhao Kongcheng, have never known how to write the word 'fear' in my entire life." Zhao Kongcheng drank to cover up his embarrassment.

The drinks were quickly finished, but the two talked more and more.

Whether it was the effects of the alcohol or the sorrow and helplessness that had intoxicated Zhao Kongcheng, this was the first time Su Ming had heard his true feelings.

"Xiao Su, can I still be cured?" Zhao Kongcheng asked earnestly, gazing at the moon.

"Believe me, since I was able to pull you back from the brink of death, I can restore you to the fighting spirit and help you awaken the Forbidden Ruins once again," Su Ming said firmly.

"I believe you." Zhao Kongcheng glanced at Su Ming and continued, "What's your opinion of Lin Qiye?"

"Agent of the gods".

“This kid is extraordinary. He has a lot on his mind, but he’s a very pure person. He’ll repay anyone who treats him well a hundredfold. I hope you can take good care of him and mentor this kid. There aren’t many people in the entire Great Xia who can keep this kid in check, but I think you can.” Zhao Kongcheng lit another cigarette and said.

"Then you've chosen the right person," Su Ming said.

“You know, we’re both former special forces soldiers. Three days ago, we were only different in age. But now, you’ve awakened the Divine Ruins, while I’m already obsolete. Life is truly unpredictable,” Zhao Kongcheng remarked.

"You've missed something. I'm still a medic, a doctor who can treat those who are possessed by ghosts and spirits," Su Ming added.

"Indeed, so have you noticed that Hongying has feelings for you?"