“3 hours.”
3 hours! More than enough!
However, Li Weizheng still asked, “But how many times can you perform such treatment? We need to make arrangements!”
Last time, Chu Fu had used an experience card, but she also mentioned that her mana was limited, so she could only mutate 10 plants and control 10 plants for attack.
If the Suture Saint could only use the skill 10 times, then three had already been used, right?
That left seven uses, which were still crucial.
Fortunately, the Suture Saint’s skill likely had group healing capabilities.
That way, more people could be saved.
Unexpectedly, the Suture Saint had even more surprises in store.
“My energy isn’t mana—it’s inner force. I can even recharge by giving myself acupuncture, so theoretically, my healing has no limits.”
A wave of immense joy washed over Li Weizheng.
He wanted to take the Suture Saint with him to save people.
But he dared not.
The Suture Saint was far too important—what if something unexpected happened outside?
What if another assassin infiltrated? Li Weizheng couldn’t bear that responsibility.
Not only that, but Wangxi Manor must have other top-tier guardians as well.
It was safest here.
“Li Zhenzhen, in these three hours, could you help treat the other soldiers? Don’t worry, I won’t let you work for free. Name your price, and I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
Li Zhenzhen was naturally willing to help.
Since the other party mentioned payment, she felt a little embarrassed.
After thinking it over, she said, “How about settling it in game coins? Corpses within 3 days can be revived using corpse-sewing techniques—10 silver coins each. Treating other injuries is 1 silver coin.”
Li Weizheng did the math in his head—this was practically a steal.
10 silver coins, equivalent to 10,000 yuan, for saving a life.
1 silver coin for chronic or serious illnesses—he knew health was often irreversible, and the Suture Saint could even treat terminal diseases.
If this came to light, it would cause a public uproar.
Even the Suture Saint’s life could be in danger.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said, “Skip the corpse-sewing—just focus on healing. I’ll pay 10 silver coins per person. I’ll make arrangements right away.”
Li Weizheng then looked at the two people who had gotten up from the ground. Their eyes were still full of shock.
They kept touching their necks.
Clearly dead, yet resurrected.
And that foreign assassin’s ability.
Was this the terror of in-game talents brought into reality?
Seeing this, Li Weizheng said, “Xu Ying, Liu Cheng, both of you will sign a confidentiality agreement later. Li Zhenzhen revived you for just 10,000 yuan—we’ll process it through your medical insurance.”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
The Suture Saint thought: This can even go through medical insurance!
Soon, Li Weizheng’s phone was smoking from constant calls.
The first person he thought of was the Old Chief staying at the Military Region General Hospital.
The Old Chief was already 92, a very long-lived man, but as age crept up, the wartime injuries he suffered in his youth tormented him relentlessly.
He was long paralyzed in bed, barely clinging to life.
A month ago, the old man was on the verge of death, but a filial descendant brought him a game helmet.
The descendant said that since the Old Chief had lived through that era and seen the prosperity of their homeland, he should at least witness what future technology was like.
[The Primordial Gate] had brought great changes to the world, and in the game, the Old Chief could walk around and see things, which would lift his spirits—much better than languishing in bed.
After hearing this, the family agreed, even using a game pod.
This finally gave the Old Chief a renewed breath.
Not only that, but the Old Chief actually awakened a powerful talent.
[S-level Talent: Summon Loyal Spirits:
Feature 1: Summon Loyal Spirits: Summon loyal spirits to fight for you. When attacked, they block damage for you.
Feature 2: Spirit Possession: A loyal spirit can forcibly possess a target and control their actions. The weaker the target's soul, the higher the success rate and longer the duration.
Feature 3: Spirit and death-type damage +100%.]
When choosing a class, the old man called his great-grandson and selected a very dominant one.
Hidden class: Lich King.
Chu Fu's starting constitution was 1.
The Old Chief's constitution was a direct 0.
His health was only 1 point.
These numbers alone showed that he was truly at death's door.
Moreover, the Lich King couldn’t increase constitution or health.
But because the class was so overpowered, the Old Chief was now level 27 and governed Server Zone 0098888.
However, the Old Chief was too old for anyone to risk moving him, and he wasn’t skilled at playing the game.
His level was achieved thanks to a group of youngsters who carried him; he couldn’t share much useful information.
If they could fix the Old Chief’s body and give him more time, the military in their Linjiang City would finally have a seasoned figurehead and a powerful player.
After some coordination, the Old Chief’s family arranged for his nutrient pod to be escorted there.
Not only that,
A large number of retired soldiers injured in service were called back—no reason was given, but they followed orders unconditionally.
These were all exceptionally talented individuals.
Soon, Wangxi Manor was bustling, no matter by land or helicopter.
The security guards at the entrance were dumbfounded.
Originally, Li Weizheng’s protection was only covert.
The security and management of Wangxi Manor were still handled by a small contracted company.
But now, they directly took over.
Not long after, a low-key, black armored stretch car arrived, and the game pod was carried into the Suture Saint’s home.
Doctors and family members were all by the side.
A family member pressed the call button.
“Great-grandfather, we’re here. You need to log out!”
A hoarse, almost slurred voice came through.
“Wait till I kill this monster!”
An old lady in her seventies smiled awkwardly: “Doctor, please wait a moment—my dad’s a bit of a playboy, he loves this game!”
After a while, the game pod finally opened, revealing the old man inside.
If anyone saw this person for the first time, they would definitely find it horrifying.
He was incredibly thin, skin and bones, with sunken cheeks, lifeless eyes, sparse hair, and dense spots covering his skin.
He didn’t look alive.
More like a zombie from a Hong Kong film—very frightening.
Even the Suture Saint, with all her experience, was startled, but being a medical professional with a strong heart, she quickly calmed down.
She raised her needle and began acupuncture on the old man.
The Thousand-Hand Salvation activated, and multiple hands appeared, sending silver needles flying. Most targeted the old man, while a few treated the others incidentally.
“Ah!” The old man’s body twisted, itching unbearably.
His pajamas were pulled down, and an old scar on his chest suddenly split open, a yellow-orange object oozing out.
It was a bullet.
