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"Come here!" Yi Yun shouted to the guards in the South City Gate beside him: "Listen to Xiao Wang's orders and call all the soldiers who were injured in the battle just now... I'll give you two minutes. If the injured guys are less than time, they will be beheaded."

The reputation of the evil young man in Chongqing can scare children from night sing in Chongqing Oasis, adults don’t dare to make noise, girls don’t dare to go out on the streets, and beauties take the initiative to make faces... Even the people in Jiangjin Oasis are well-known. When they heard Yi Yun’s order, the soldiers who were injured in the attack and defense battle just now were shocked and knelt in front of Yi Yun.

I saw rows of black heads, each of them was trembling and afraid to take a breath. Everyone knew that the little prince Zhu Yun was a playboy, but everyone was afraid of him because his father, Prince Yu, was a celebrity with great power and decisive killing.

Yi Yun said to the wounded soldier who was kneeling in front of him at a very fast speed: "Where are you injured?"

"The villain... the left hand was cut off by the enemy soldiers..." The wounded soldier pointed to his empty left and said, "Little Prince, don't kill my head, I'm already miserable without my left hand."

"Dimmature, you are hurt too much. Xiao Wang, I don't need you, just play." In fact, Yi Yun knew that these wounded soldiers who were injured in defending their country should be happy, but he is now anxious and has no time to take care of other people's feelings. This makes his image as a playboy and wasteful person even more important.

The wounded soldier was shocked and walked to the side with uneasy heart, not knowing what kind of demonic wind the little prince was blowing.

Yi Yun glared at the second wounded soldier: "Where are you injured?"

"The villain... was slashed from behind and cut a hole..." After the wounded soldier said that, he suddenly became nervous and thought to himself: Why did the little prince ask us where the injury was? Could it be that we were here to test whether we were lazy when fighting? If this is true, the lighter the injury, the worse it would be. He shouted: "Little prince, don't think that the villain was not seriously injured because he was not brave. The villain was fighting desperately and was not lazy at all."

"Stop talking nonsense, shut up!" Yi Yun was overjoyed. OK, a slightly injured soldier was just for leveling up. He reached out and pointed at the wounded soldier: "Primary healing..."

A long green strip appeared above Yi Yun's head, and the word "pharmacist" appeared at the same time. As soon as these two words appeared, the wounded soldiers kneeling in front suddenly said "huh" and thought to themselves: No, the job of Chongqing's evil young man should be "little prince", why is it a "pharmacist"?

Five seconds later, Yi Yun's fingers flashed with green light, and the wounded soldier kneeling in front of him jumped up and said happily: "My injury is healed! Xie Xiao Prince...uh...huh?" He looked at Yi Yun with a strange look, clearly trying to ask: Are you really the little prince? But he didn't dare to ask, so he froze there.

Yi Yuncai was in a bad mood to pay attention to him. He was reminding in his mind that "the total proficiency of pharmacists is 36%..."

"Next, where are you injured..." Yi Yun went to the next wounded soldier again.

Although the wounded soldier was full of doubts, a "pharmacist" wanted to treat his injuries. How could he get out of nonsense at this time? He obediently reported his injuries and asked Yi Yun to treat him one by one.

After a while, Yi Yun cured dozens of wounded soldiers. As he continued to cure one by one, he began to feel very tired. It turned out that casting skills really required a lot of mental power. At the beginning, he was still very casual with the "primary healing technique". Until now, every time he used it, he could feel his temple stinging, and his body was soft and unable to use strength, and this situation was still aggravating.

The wounded soldiers whispered beside him, and the topics were mostly the same, all saying: "It's strange? Why did the little prince become a pharmacist?"

"Is he really the evil young man in Chongqing?"

"I don't care whether he is real or not, he is a good person to treat our injuries."

"Well, I feel that way."

"I have met the little prince once in Chongqing. This is the second time I met. He is really the little prince, exactly the same, even the bird cage and folding fan are the same. It's not fake. Maybe the little prince has changed his temperament and wants to be a good person."

"Is it true? Then what's going on with this profession?"

"You are stupid. Is there any strange treasure in the royal palace that can be changed? How can we understand the ability of being tall, rich and handsome in poverty and shortness of ours?"

The voice of discussion kept coming into Yi Yun's ears, but he turned a deaf ear and raised his hand to cure several wounded soldiers in front of him. Sweat flowed down Yi Yun's forehead, his face began to turn pale, his hands and feet were completely weak, and even his voice became much lighter: "The next wounded soldier comes here..."

"Little Prince...uh...there are no more wounded soldiers, you have all been cured..." A wounded soldier he cured carefully.

"What?" Yi Yun was slightly surprised. At this time, his pharmacist proficiency was only 84%, and there were still 16 wounded soldiers to handle it.

"Fuck, I didn't want to level up by myself!" Yi Yun murmured, pulled out a small dagger from Ling Yuner next to him, and cut it into his leg with one knife.

Yan Wanwan's life was in danger. Yi Yun had no time to hesitate. Without thinking, he gave himself a knife. The knife fell, and the flesh and blood flowed. Yi Yun's whole body trembled, but he immediately gritted his teeth, pointed his wound with his hand, and snorted: "Primary therapy..."

"Ah! What are you doing?" Ling Yun'er immediately screamed.

An Qian and the girls next to them were also shocked!

"I... I'm just 16 injured people. Now there are no injured people, so I have to make it myself." Yi Yun said weakly, lifted the knife and smiled, "Okay, there are still 15 shortfalls."

"This...why is this?" An Qian looked confused: "Why did you have to have the injured to treat it?"

Yi Yun shrugged: "I promised Wanwan that I would save her again. I will do my best."

"Is there any necessary connection between rescuing her and chopping yourself with a knife?" An Qian was confused.

"Don't worry, men do things, women watch it obediently." Yi Yun didn't have time to explain, and threw a messy saying in a very casual way. In later generations, they usually faced a violent beating. However, in this era when I don't know whether it is considered ancient, women should pay attention to the three obediences and four virtues, and they are dependent on men from the bottom of their hearts. After his words, An Qian not only did not get angry, but instead felt that this man was very reliable, and stood next to him with his mouth shut.

However, Ling Yuner rushed up and snatched the little dagger and said, "Young master, let's cut off the maid. Last time I said that I would just practice the healing technique. How can you cut it with yourself?"

Yi Yun's face turned black and said seriously: "You are not allowed to cut yourself! Otaku is also a man. As long as he is a man, he cannot let women bleed and work hard. We have the minimum dignity of being a man! Give me the dagger."

Ling Yun'er's little hands trembled, and she held the dagger tightly and refused to give it to him.

Yi Yun said angrily: "If you don't listen to me, I will drive you away."

Ling Eryun pouted. Although she was startled, she still refused to hand the dagger to Yi Yun.

An Qian next to her sighed, reached out and put her hand on Ling Yuner's shoulder, and said seriously: "Give him the dagger. The man decided to do something, and even the nine tripods could not be pulled back. This is called a gentleman's word, and the nine tripods are hard to chase."
Chapter completed!