"This was prepared for you."
Roger raised his hand and pulled out an Alloy Sword and a transparent medicine bottle filled with black ointment. "I couldn't get your Short Sword back. I had someone make this sword for me before. It's Nolanka Group's most advanced alloy weapon. Make do with it."
He Ao looked at his old friend before reaching out to accept the Alloy Sword and medicine bottle. "Thank you."
He lowered his head to look at the bottle. The black ointment inside faintly glowed with a milky white light. Under He Ao's gaze, it seemed to squirm ever so slightly, making the medicine seem both eerie and sacred. "Did you change the formula for your wound medicine again?"
"Qiming Medical College often holds discussion meetings. Everyone shares research ideas and results, pooling our wisdom. This medicine will work on extraordinary beings above C-class. I also made a weaker version for ordinary people. Once it passes clinical trials in a few months, it should go into mass production."
Roger smiled. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, thought for a moment, then put it away again. "You know about Qiming Medical College, right? I introduced it to you the last time you woke up. Your 'companions' should have 'shared' the information with you too?"
"Mm."
He Ao nodded slightly without committing either way, then put away the medicine bottle. "Thank you. I hope your medicine can save more people."
"I hope so."
Roger nodded and glanced at the artillery fire outside. "All right. Your 'friend' sent one anonymous message and summoned me here from thousands of miles away. Now it's your time to perform."
"All right."
He Ao smiled, gripped the Alloy Sword, and turned to walk into the burning artillery fire.
"By the way, should I