Chapter 131 Alliance

"I don't know whether you want to steal Winfrey's secret technology, hide in the hospital to learn other secret knowledge, or want to manipulate people's hearts to subvert the cult for some fun... But I know that your plan is definitely not a good thing for Crossroads Hospital and Winfrey Morgan! That's enough!"

"As a half-priest of Crossroads Hospital, I have a lot of secrets in the cult. Those are the details that Crovitt has come into contact with but ignored on weekdays. They will definitely provide a lot of help for your plan."

"We can definitely form an alliance. You and I will work together to overthrow Winfrey's rule and overthrow the entire Crossroads Hospital!"

"If you are willing to join forces with me, John, at 16:00 in the evening, apply the moth influence to Crovitt, arouse the buzzing in her brain to interfere with her mind, and I will appear again."

After Emma said this, she immediately pushed Watson to the bed in a hurry, and roughly tore Watson's pajamas, exposing the hideous muscle fiber layer with bright red blood inside.

"You will blame all the causes of these molting injuries on me later, and say--"

Emma's words stopped abruptly, her facial muscles spasmed like epilepsy, and the gloomy and anxious expression faded, replaced by a cheerful and lively smile.

Clovette is back.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw John's shocking chest, the exposed scarlet texture, and the blood oozing from the skin and flesh peeling wounds had completely soaked the inner single clothes. Her memory still remained when the three of them had just left the forest. Seeing this scene at this moment, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah! John, why are you..."

Before she finished speaking, Crovitte felt the remaining cup and moth magic in the room. She looked at Watson's painful expression, looked down at her bloody nails, and understood the reason why her good friend was injured-it was her sister! My sister came out to make trouble while I was asleep again! ! !

"Did my sister hurt you like this, John!!!" Crovitt asked herself and answered herself, "It must be my sister who used the moth effect on you, forcing you to shed your skin!"

"Mr. Winfreys is right. I shouldn't have let my guard down and let my sister run away. Sure enough, I made a big mistake now. I actually hurt you like this, John!"

Crovitt was so anxious that she was about to cry. She hurriedly helped her good friend who was tortured by her sister to pick up the peeled skin and put it back on the corresponding part. She immediately murmured the words of awakening pulse that she had not yet fully mastered in her heart. The soul and body beat and pumped out surging vitality, which was transmitted to John's body again through the palm. At the same time, this vitality also awakened the other party's unformed heart, forcing the other party's heart to beat actively, and the vitality was squeezed out when the blood rushed.

Fresh blood mixed with vitality seeped out from the exposed skin, and then flowed back under the control of Crovitt's magic power. The backflow force pulled the peeled skin to stick tightly again.

But construction is always more difficult than destruction, and treatment is always more difficult than injury.

Crovitt tried her best to barely heal the injury on Mr. Watson's chest, but the injuries in other parts could not be completely healed on the spot.

"No, Crovitt must clean up the trouble caused by my sister!"

She thought so, and tried to squeeze out a little vitality from her body again, but she felt dazed in an instant, and she couldn't stand up and fell on Watson's intact chest.

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When Crovitt woke up, she was already lying in the hospital ward, and John was lying on his back next to her.

John was lying on the bed at this moment, his clothes on his back were open, and they were wrapped with bloody bandages, revealing a strong smell of blood and herbs.

Watson, who heard the sound of the girl struggling to get up from the next bed, put down the book, turned his head to look at the pale-faced girl, and forced a pale smile, "Crovit, you're awake."

Crovit is not a fool. When she saw the scene in front of her, she knew that she must have fainted due to excessive use of magic power to squeeze vitality... It seems that John called other church members to move us to the hospital

She shook her dazed head and felt that although her physical strength was exhausted, she was excited about the desire to exercise. She really wanted to get out of bed, stretch her rusty body, and dance happily and actively. But she was still concerned about John, who was injured because she relaxed her mind and let her sister go.

Crovit struggled to get out of bed, "John, how are you? It's all my fault. I didn't wake up immediately after returning from Mansu, which caused my sister to run away and made you like this now-"

She had just stepped on the ground and stood up suddenly when she felt dizzy, stars in her eyes, and fell back to the bed.

Watson saw this and waved his hand to signal the other party to calm down, "I'm fine, Nello has helped me treat my injuries and applied some special medicines. He said that I will be able to fully recover and continue to work in a day or two."

"But you, Crovit, have over-exerted your mental power, which has caused a great burden on your spirit. You must rest well these days and restrain your restless desire to exercise to prevent your mind from getting out of control."

"Really? You've already applied the medicine... That's good." Crovitt didn't seem to care about Watson's next words. She just thought that the other party's injuries had been treated, and finally showed a relaxed smile.

But in a flash, she suddenly stood up again, "No, why didn't Mr. Nello heal your injuries directly? He must be lazy and didn't want to use his magic power... Let me heal your injuries directly for you."

Crovitt staggered off the bed again, muttering words that even the dead would want to crawl out of the grave and continue dancing after hearing them.

But before she could grope to the bed next door with her eyes dark and her vision unclear, she felt an unquestionable force coming from the inner socket of her knees and shoulders, and she was picked up in her arms and placed on the soft bed.

"Okay, Crovitt, just stay still... Nello has warned me to keep an eye on you and not to get out of bed. It's best to tie you to the bed with a strap and not to move." Watson said softly, and the bandage on his back began to bleed again.

He stroked Crovitt's head and sang the lullaby he sang last night, "Go back to sleep and have a good rest. You don't want your mind to lose control and become a distorted monster."

"Yeah." Crovitt nodded gently, listened to her mother's lullaby, and fell asleep again.

Watson took out the pocket watch he carried with him, and the fat hour hand was about to reach the VI position, which was 18 o'clock in the evening.

He looked at Crovitt, who was sleeping like a kitten, and recalled Emma's words, and the moth in his skull fluttered slightly.