Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

thunderstorm.

Like a balloon exploding next to his ears, his nerves tightened reflexively. The moment he woke up, the heartbreaking dream was erased by the white light that flashed before his eyes.

Another deafening thunder.

Nanke stroked his chest and sat up.

It was windy and rainy outside, and lightning came through the window and illuminated the room. In a pale white space, Guobeng was still sitting at the tea table, his head hanging down.

Nanke couldn't remember what she was dreaming about. Seeing him motionless, her heart suddenly tightened and fear enveloped her.

"The country collapsed?" Nanke climbed out of bed in panic, "The country collapsed, you still..."

The boy supported his chin with one hand and looked sideways at her when he heard the sound.

Are you still alive?

The remaining three words were swallowed back.

Guobeng obviously misunderstood something, and there was a sneer in his eyes: "You are actually afraid of thunder..."

He suddenly paused as he spoke. He didn't know what he thought of. He snorted coldly and turned his head to look away.

Another thunder, rumble.

Nanke's hanging heart slowly fell back to its original position.

"Only children are afraid of thunder." She regained her energy and immediately retorted.

After saying that, I remembered that there was a real child sleeping across the door, so I quickly opened the door and went out to take a look.

The skirmisher looked at her bare feet, endured it, did not move, and secretly smiled proudly to himself.

This is the style he should have as a dignified executive officer.

It’s truly untouchable.

The raindrops hit the tiles noisily, and everything as far as the eye could see was dark and damp.

Nanke lit a lamp and approached Awang's bed.

The little girl was curled up in the quilt, only the top of her hair and a small piece of forehead were exposed, and the thin hair was stuck to her skin in a mess.

"Awang?" Nanke called her in a low voice.

The thunder exploded one after another, deafening as if hitting the roof, but Awang didn't react.

Nanke reached out to explore her forehead.

Amazingly hot!

Nanke shrank his hands as if he was electrocuted, and the lamp almost fell from his hands and fell to the floor.

"The country is collapsing!" Nanke ran back and shook the young man at the table frantically, "I hope she has a fever!"

Guobeng raised his eyes in shock.

Nanke took a deep breath and ran to look through Ganxiong's medicine cabinet regardless of his reaction.

Mingcao, Mingcao, Mingcao can relieve pain and reduce fever!

"I'll move the bedding..."

Nanke ran into the kitchen holding a handful of singing grass, leaving the sound of the country's collapse behind him.

Nanke was already done cooking the concoction, but looking at the bubbles rising from the bottom of the pot, she felt uneasy for the first time.

Yes, once you are forced to calm down, you will start to think——

Why does Awang have a fever?

Is it wind chill? Or is he mentally ill?

Nanke is unknown.

So I became more and more uneasy.

Guobeng came in to help light the fire and said something in a steady tone. Nanke nodded casually, pursed his lips, and saw that the medicine was almost cooked, so he took it and went to Awang.

Awang fell into an uneasy sleep, groaning all the time.

Nanke gave her the medicine, but she found it too bitter and shook her head unwilling to drink it. Guobeng pinched her nose and drank most of it in one breath.

Nanke wiped the medicine stains on the quilt and patted Awang on the back: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else? Do you have a sore throat? Do you have a headache? Do you want to drink some water?"

Ah Wang twisted and struggled like a fish being pressed on a chopping board.

Nan Ke woke up from her dream and unwrapped the quilt for her.

Taking care of patients is a tiring job.

The lamp on the bedside burned out, and the hazy skylight shone in through the window. Nanke lowered his eyes and looked at Awang's red sleeping face, with dark emotions surging in his eyes.

She remembered a little bit of last night's dream.

In the dream, I watched someone die.

The helpless sadness shone into reality and gradually overlapped with Awang's small body.

Nanke rubbed his temples, stood up, and planned to boil some more medicine to drink when Awang woke up.

Before he could take two steps, an arm stretched out from behind and Nanke was stopped.

She looked sideways.

Guobeng looked unhappy and held up a steamed bun.

"If you don't want to eat, don't block the way." Nanke frowned and pushed him away.

She looked cold and even hesitated to look at him.

Guobeng's expression of disbelief was naturally ignored.

When A Wang was given the second dose of medicine, A Wang's condition was obviously much better.

The fever has gone down quite a bit. Although I still don’t have the energy to resist taking medicine with actual actions, I can at least cough and howl in a hoarse voice: “It’s so bitter, so bitter, so bitter…”

"Girl Nanke."

Nanke forcefully gave her the last spoonful, put down the bowl, and heard someone calling her from behind.

"Kinjiro?" Recognizing the young man in soldier's clothing behind him, Nanke was startled for a moment before realizing that it was already afternoon, "I'm sorry, Awang is sick, so I didn't go to the epidemic shack."

"No, no, no, I'm not here to rush you!" Kinjiro waved his hand quickly and handed over a small handbag, "Miyazaki-sama is also very concerned about Wang's health, so he ordered me to pass this to you."

Nanke opened the handbag and found a red petal inside.

"The petals of the blood dendrobium have a fishy and highly poisonous smell. Ordinary people may feel disgusted or vomited when they smell it. However, people with mental disorders regard it as a delicacy," Kinjiro briefly introduced to her. "For safety reasons, please be careful when using it. Be careful not to get the flower juice on your skin.”

"Thank you." Nanke squeezed the handbag tightly with his fingers, remained silent for two seconds, and asked, "How did Jianxiong know that Awang was sick?"

"Master Guobeng told me when he passed by this morning."

She froze and looked out the empty door.

When did Guobeng leave?

She vaguely remembered that not long ago he was viciously threatening her to eat.

Kinjiro looked at her and waited patiently.

Obviously, she wanted to supervise her to identify Ah Wang's condition so that she could return to work.

Nanke bit the bullet and took out the dendrobium.

"Give it to me!" Awang heard what Kinjiro said and couldn't wait to catch it. "After eating it, I can go to see grandpa!"

"Don't make trouble." Nanke held the petals and said coldly.

Ah Wang stopped and looked at her timidly.

Nanke used his five fingers to close the petals in his palm and put it under Awang's nose.

He shouted that he wanted to eat. The moment he smelled the flower petals, Awang's facial features twisted instantly. He shrank back like a spring and covered his nose: "It smells so bad! A dead rat's cesspit doesn't smell like this! How could anyone be here?" You can eat this kind of thing!"

Kinjiro couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Nanke breathed a sigh of relief: "This means that Awang is just a cold man, right?"

"Yes." Kinjiro responded with a smile, "Please give me the blood dendrobium."

After returning the handbag, Kinjiro handed another coarse cloth bag into Nanke's hand: "There are a few pieces of maltose in here, which children like to eat."

"I'm not a child!" Awang retorted loudly.

When Kinjiro left with a smile on his face, the child who claimed that he was not a child stared straight at the candy in Nanke's hand, his eyes shining.

"Lie down," Nanke pushed Awang back and tucked the quilt, "This is my responsibility. You can only take one pill after taking the medicine."

Awang's world collapsed: "Nanke, you are as bad as Guobeng!"

"Ha," Nanke pretended to sneer, remembering the incident before going to bed last night, "There are still people scolding me like him."

Ah Wang instantly fainted: "...I'm sorry."

Nanke compassionately took out a piece of candy and fed it to her.

"You stink so much," Awang took advantage of it and immediately began to dislike it, "Go and wash your hands."

Nanke shook the bag in his hand demonstratively.

"Please go wash your hands quickly!"

"That's pretty much it." Nanke put the sugar bag into his sleeve and turned around.

The door opposite was open and empty, and the kitchen was also empty, but there was a charcoal fire in the stove, warming her and Awang's food in the pot.

Nan Ke later realized that when he was busy last night, Guobeng was beside him helping and getting angry at the same time.

I don't know what he is angry about.

But when he saw Awang getting sick, he really lost his composure.

Nanke sighed and hit his head, then reached for the steamed buns in the pot.

The hot steamed buns were stained with a little red. Just as Nanke was about to take a bite, he stared at the red and thought of something.

By the way, Awang thinks she smells bad.

Did you accidentally crush the dendrobium?

Nanke came close to the steamed bun and his hand and smelled it. There was no obvious smell.

There was still a little bright red juice left in the cracks of her nails. She hesitated and then licked it up by mistake.

……Sweet.