Chapter 269: Sunday Is the Lord’s Day
“Do you think he didn’t see just now?” Su asked nervously.
“Beep!” The little robot spread its tiny hands.
“Ah—I’m finished!” Suria shrieked and buried her face under the blanket. This time she really had no face left to show anyone.
“Beep!” The robot seized the chance to plant one little arm on its hip, raised a thin tendril to step on Su’s hair, then pointed dramatically at the sky. Now, who was the real dragon-slaying hero?
When Link stepped outside, he leaned against the door and let out a long breath.
It wasn’t the best outcome, but it wasn’t the worst either.
Suria had tampered with the surveillance, true, but she had also kept her promise—she was taking care of herself. She hadn’t left Link with nothing but a corpse.
Still, he was at his wits’ end.
He had read every piece of medical knowledge he’d brought into this world.
He’d had long talks with the convoy’s surviving doctors. Anyone who had lived this long wasn’t just skilled—they all had some specialty. But now? No surgery, barely any medicine. A cold was practically a death sentence. Apart from Link’s absurd “alcohol therapy,” everyone’s medical skills were left unused.
They were all turning into amputation specialists.