My Archangel

"Change... Medicine...?"

Hearing these two words from Vina's words, Qiao Wen blinked subconsciously and turned to look at the pink medicine jar on the same bed cabinet.

"Yes... your current injury can't be cured by a few treatments. You have to change this medicine at least once a day, you know?"

With that said, Vina glanced at Qiao Wen, her gaze was very soft, and smiled at him slightly: "My sister will not ask you why you went to the laboratory specially last night, that will give you Put pressure on and influence the treatment... But if you can later hear you take the initiative to tell your sister the facts, what would you say?"

"No... From the moment you finish saying this sentence, this is no longer called active, okay..."

I almost instinctively complained about the strong attitude of the Witch that had made him quite helpless, and Qiao Wen's gaze followed Vina silently.

Then, under Qiao Wen's gaze, Vina still got up from the small stool next to the bed, took the small pink jar placed on the bed cabinet, and uncovered the lid on it.

'...!'

Seeing this scene, his attention stayed firmly on the pink medicine jar, the face of a certain quilt angel flashed in his mind, and Qiao Wen subconsciously held his breath.

At this moment, he was thinking about how to find an opportunity to take this medicine jar from Vina, and then send it away——

Frankly speaking, it is a little harder to do this. After all, the silver dragon mark on Qiao Wen's body is not instant, and it takes a few seconds.

At present, it has been more than a day since he returned to the forest hut, Qiao Wen also knows very well.

The quilt angel is no longer suitable for dragging.

Although Vina’s impression of Qiao Wen has changed a bit, what I have to say is just to make Qiao Wen realize that he is no longer a “container”, and that the extra trace is not very important. The sense of security is nothing.

In addition, there is nothing in this forest hut that makes Qiao Wen too nostalgic.

"It seems that there is not much left, just use it all at once..."

Then, when Qiao Wen calmly stared at the medicine jar in Vina's hand with such thoughts, he suddenly heard such words from the mouth of the witch.

'......?...??'

Although Qiao Wen's thinking turned a little slow at this time, just after he realized the meaning of Vina's words...In an instant, he felt a buzz in his brain and suddenly became blank.

——Not too much left.

——I just used it all at once.

What does this mean?

what's the situation?

"Is it possible, the medicine I saw only after working all night... Is it going to be gone??'

His eyes slowly widened, and when this thought came to mind, the expression on Qiao Wen's face solidified.

"Sister Wei, Wei Na..."

However, Qiao Wen did not rush to give up.

Because he was not too concerned about the expression on Vina's face... He felt that this kind of special medicine might not only be in Vina's hands.

"what?"

Hearing the sound, Vina, who was hesitating whether to use up the remaining powder in the medicine jar, looked down at Qiao Wen who was already lying on the bed.

"Um, am I... dying?"

His brain was dizzy and he moved his lips. Qiao Wen, who wanted to ask directly, "Is there only such a little special effect medicine?", Qiao Wen reacted in time before blurting out his voice and switched to a circuitous method.

While speaking like this, some emotions called fear and worry appeared almost instinctively on his face, and Qiao Wen watched Vina nervously.

"It's okay? There is a sister. As long as the material is sufficient, you can make some more of this medicine in about a day. It will definitely cure you."

For some reason, after contacting the stinky kid on the bed sheet for a long time to rely on his gaze, Vina's breath was suffocated for no reason, and the next time her voice became softer.

"...Is that so? Then... Sister, you just said that this medicine only needs to be changed once a day. I obviously only applied the medicine a few hours ago. Can't I wait until tomorrow to apply the medicine?"

After making a small gesture, after hearing the answer he wanted to know from Vina's mouth as expected, Qiao Wen maintained the expression on his face, opened his mouth again, and said.

At this moment, staring at the medicine jar in Vina's hand, he already had a rather bold idea in his mind.

There must be no more delays on Elisa's side. Although tomorrow is the third day, Qiao Wen feels that there will be some moths waiting for tomorrow.

Therefore, he plans to try to find a way to keep the pot of medicine, and then directly hand over the medicine powder in it to the quilt angel for use.

However, looking at the last small part of the powder in the medicine jar, Qiao Wen knew that even if the powder was taken back, it would treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

——It seems...you have to use God to transfer the quilt from there first. After the transfer, you only need to heal the injury while avoiding being discovered by Vina.

With this idea coming to mind, Qiao Wen's head was dizzy at this time, but a general plan had already emerged.

"Should I apply the medicine tomorrow? Although this is fine... But why do you want to do this specially?"

However, at this moment, Qiao Wen suddenly felt Wei Na's seemingly strange gaze: "Didn't you just say it? This kind of medicine can be made in one day, and tomorrow's medicine will not be cut..."

Then, after speaking these words, Vina looked at Qiao Wen's face as if she had suddenly thought of something, and smiled at him:

"So, do you want to save for your sister? But don't worry, the materials at home are sufficient for the time being... At least it will be no problem to heal the wound on your body, Al."

"Come on, lie down first, and my sister will change your dressing for you."

With that said, Vina stretched out her hand to pinch the quilt covering Qiao Wen's body and was about to lift it up.

'...'

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen sighed imperceptibly on his face, and immediately grasped the sheet covering his body firmly, resisting being opened by Vina.

"Al?...what's wrong?"

Seeing Qiao Wen's reaction, Vina was stunned for a moment, and the one who had grasped the corner of the quilt paused slightly.

Although she was able to lift the quilt easily, she stopped and looked at Qiao Wen with some doubts.

"Um... I'll just change the dressing myself, sister Vina."

Along with Vina's gaze, Qiao Wen showed a look of shame on his face in a timely manner, but he gripped the sheets even harder.

"...No way? What are you talking about suddenly, can you apply the medicine yourself like this?"

The slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and after hearing Qiao Wen's words, Vina refused his request without hesitation.

"What's wrong? Why do you keep holding on to the quilt?"

Afterwards, even though it was a bit strange what was going on with the blush on this stinky kid's face, Vina raised her hand and patted his hand that was holding the sheet.