The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 95: Recovery that needs Prince Charming’s Kiss

Chapter 95: Recovery that needs Prince Charming’s Kiss

[Healing Potion- Master Grade

-Able to completely heal internal and external wounds caused by physical and magic attacks on beings below Stage 3 (Level 100–150)]

This was the prompt for the potion, which had disappeared after Li Chunhua poured the contents.

The rank used to grade the pill in her previous world was tiers. Tier 1 is the lowest, and Tier 9 is the peak.

This Master-Grade potion Brother Siri made was in between Tier 4 and Tier 5, and only those revered elders in the Alchemist Alliance would be able to produce an elixir or pills on par with the effects.

Alchemists required high mental strength, allowing them to focus on guiding the fire’s intensity and the fusion of the herbs. Often, the ingredients have contrasting elements within them, and if one isn’t careful enough, it would lead to an explosion or failed pills.

As the HP continued to increase, the jarring wounds on the man’s body healed, scabbed, and new skin regrew, replacing the dead ones. His complexion also regained a little rosy color.

Li Chunhua inserted a strand of her qi inside the man’s body and was glad that the potion was also repairing his internal injuries.

The veins, torn ligaments, tendons, and broken bones were slowly mended, and judging from the speed, in five minutes or more, the man would be as healthy as new.

Brother Siri is amazing! He looks so young and yet already so capable. Unlike her, who hasn’t even passed the threshold of controlling fire.

The elf who received her praises had a smile on his face, but deep inside he was plotting to have the man work his buttocks off to repay the debt.

Che, he just drank a potion worth 5,000 gold coins! Siri couldn’t wait to squeeze him dry. I’ll make him dig trenches, chop trees, and forever cook in the kitchen for the three gluttons!

Four pairs of eyes focused on the HP bar.

[497/500]

[498/500]

[499/500]

[500/500]

The HP bar was finally full, and four spectators surrounded the kang bed. But no matter how many minutes had passed, the stranger didn’t show signs of awakening and remained asleep.

They stayed for another ten minutes, but the stranger continued to be a sleeping beauty waiting for a prince charming’s kiss.

"What’s going on with him? That’s a master-grade potion. He should be awake by now." Little Mantou tapped his paws on the man’s forehead. "Hey, wake up!"

"Ji ji ji." (Could it be he’s tired and went back to take a nap?) Little Ginseng tickled the man’s neck and armpits with its rooty arms. "Ji ji ji!" (It’s already afternoon. Wake up or you’ll be a handsome piggy!)

Li Chunhua also poked the man’s cheeks, and a red mark formed on the spot she poked.

[-5]

(ㆆ_ㆆ)

Huh? She didn’t even exert strength.

Is his cheek made of porcelain?

[495/500]

The man’s eyelashes fluttered a bit.

"Master, you’re despicable!"

"Ji ji ji!"

(╯▔皿▔)╯(╯▔皿▔)╯

The little two face-fetish chibis went in front of her and sent daggered glares at her as if she had done something extremely appalling.

"I didn’t mean it." Li Chunhua refuted and stared at her fingers before letting out a sigh of relief. Good thing she didn’t pinch, or she might reconstruct the man’s face.

Suddenly they heard the sound of the door being opened and simultaneously spun their necks, only to see the golden-haired man carrying a huge pot used from the kitchen and throwing it towards the man. "You still won’t wake up!"

This pot will be your prince charming’s kiss!

"Sir Elf!"

"Ji ji ji."

"Brother Siri!"

Bang-

Someone passed out.

A few minutes later, Li Chunhua applied a small medicine to the elf’s forehead, which had a bump.

"Master, what is your face made of?" Siri asked begrudgingly.

How can her face have an automatic deflect function? The pot, which was supposed to hit the man, rebounded when it came into contact with his master’s thick face and smashed his instead.

The elf gritted his teeth.

The corner of Li Chunhua’s mouth twitched. Why does she feel the elf’s question was an indirect insult?

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With the man’s condition stabilizing, Li Chunhua checked her inbox. Player Hua had already sent the food.

[You’ve received a bowl of wonton soup.]

[You’ve received a plate of gyozas.]

[You’ve received...]

Li Chunhua placed them on the table, and the dishes were wiped out by the three gluttons in less than two minutes. Siri, who only managed to taste one piece of each dish before everything vanished.

He suddenly felt the urgency to find a cook after watching the Master, and the other freeloaders smacked their lips while complaining they’re still not full after all of that.

Thus, after a few minutes, a certain someone still came back into the bedroom and attempted to wake the unconscious man, but no matter how many threats he spat out and how many things he attempted to throw, the man wouldn’t open his eyes.

At this point, Siri finally believed that the man was really not pretending anymore and left reluctantly. Because of tampering with the gate, he had been guilty and wanted to use this opportunity to gain a laborer, but it seems they took another freeloader.

When the door closed, the unconscious man abruptly opened his eyes and examined his personal status screen with three parts disbelief and one part confusion.

I’m alive?

A frying pan appeared on his hand, and when it saw its master’s hale and hearty appearance, it cried in joy. "You’re alive! Thanks heavens, I thought I would be ownerless again!"

Long Haoran remembered something and remarked, "You’re so useless back then."

The frying pan stopped crying and was infuriated. Can you stop treating me like a weapon?

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[11:15 am]

On the barren lawn of the house, Li Chunhua browsed through the long lists of basic facilities. She had already picked a basic farm and a basic hut, which left her two choices. It took all her will not to click on the restaurant.

She took out the three blueprints that she got from Secret Realm. These were totally unexpected gains. Most of the blueprints from the treasure box were about military knives, guns, and household items that she needed specific materials to manufacture. She had never come across a blueprint for a building.