"Captain Qin, thank you for your healing!"
Chang Sheng bowed deeply to Qin Tian, his gratitude almost overflowing from his voice. He knew better than anyone about his physical condition—as Zhou Ming had stated, the fire poison left by the Tier Six Demon had long invaded his internal organs, and the System Spiritualist in the battalion had exhausted all means to barely suppress it, like a ticking time bomb inside him that could take his life at any moment.
Yet Qin Tian, with just a lift of his hand, eradicated this deadly trouble in a few seconds. He truly didn't know how to repay this kindness.
Qin Tian extended his hand to help him up, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "We guard the same line of defense, we are comrades, helping each other is only right, no need to be so formal."
