Being a bug in a survival game

After seeing that no slave was unconvinced, Su Tingyu kicked the nearest slave out of habit, and then walked towards Fatty and Qin Qi.

The players on the periphery subconsciously moved away to make way for Su Tingyu.

The fat man was trying to stop the bleeding on Qin Qi's arm. There were very few medicines in the medicine box. There were only basic hemostatic medicines and bandages to cover the wounds, not even disinfectant.

A clever woman can't make a meal without rice, so the fat man can only stop Qin Qi's bleeding first, and then bandage the wound.

"How's it going?" Su Tingyu came over and asked.

Qin Qi leaned against the wall and sat on the hay mat laid out by the fat man. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. He was indifferent to the injury and allowed the fat man to deal with it.

"Boss, this can't go on like this. There is no medicine for disinfection and fever. If brother Qin gets infected or has a fever, it will be even more difficult." The fat man used the torn strips of clothes and folded them into several layers as towels. Wiping the sweat from Qin Qi's forehead, he responded to Su Tingyu.

"The inventory cannot be opened, and the medical kit prepared inside cannot be used." At this time, Su Tingyu figured out the cause of the convulsion on the panel just now, and told the fat man the bad news.

"Ah?" The fat man was confused and quickly went to confirm: "Isn't it right? You can't use props in this round of dungeon? Then we have to go up and fight with the beast later?"

Su Tingyu glanced at Fatty's body, and couldn't bear to tell the worse news: "Fatty, I'm afraid you didn't go up there to fight, but to deliver takeaways."

"Ahem..." Qin Qimeng coughed, directly interrupting the two of them who wanted to continue discussing "hand-to-hand combat" and "delivery food".

"Qin Qi?" Su Tingyu squatted down and looked at the person with big eyes without blinking: "How are you? Does the wound hurt?"

Qin Qi raised his head slightly, glanced at the two of them, and gradually frowned, as if he was confused. There was still a trace of strangeness and alienation in his eyes, without any words.

Seeing this, Su Tingyu and Fatty looked at each other, feeling that Qin Qi was in a strange state... as if he didn't recognize them?

Su Tingyu moved over little by little, like a little duck taking small steps, staring at Qin Qi with his round eyes, his eyes fierce.

The fat man thought Su Tingyu was angry, so he quickly spoke to ease the atmosphere: "Boss, brother Qin's wound may be too painful and he can't open his mouth..."

Su Tingyu ignored the fat man, looked at Qin Qi and spoke clearly, word by word: "You are, stupid!"

Qin Qi's cold expression finally changed. She lifted her lips lightly and retorted: "...No."

"Who are you!"

"no."

"You are!" Su Tingyu asked immediately before Qin Qi could refute again: "Then do you still remember who I am? Who is the fat man?"

Hearing this, Qin Qi's expression froze slightly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and returned to his original state of silence.

The fat man who was forced to act as a backdrop silently lowered his presence and continued to treat Qin Qi's wounds.

Seeing Qin Qi's state, Su Tingyu didn't press any further, so she sat cross-legged next to him, supported her chin with her hands, blinked her big eyes, and stared at the person closely.

The fat man opened the clothes on Qin Qi's chest and was shocked to find that there was already a bandage inside, but now blood was oozing out.

The fat man loosened the bandage little by little, looked at the wounds inside, and quickly said to Su Tingyu: "Boss, why is Brother Qin so scratched by a sharp weapon?"

"A sharp weapon?" Su Tingyu looked at the wound. It looked like it was scratched by some kind of knife. "Are you sure it's a sharp weapon? Didn't the whip man say two hundred lashes?"

"I'm sure, it looks like there are several kinds of wounds. The whip wounds are only on the back and arms... and on these legs!" The fat man rolled up Qin Qi's trousers. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. There was no wound anywhere on his body. of.

At this time, there was a commotion in the player group, and some players had noticed that the game props could no longer be used.