Transcendent Ember

Chapter 122 Nightingale's Lamp
After numerous checkpoints, an isolation point was set up in a gymnasium. When Zhang Jichuan entered, he saw a lantern.
A figure, with his back to Zhang Jichuan, left him with a broad and tall back. He stood there quietly, looking quiet and deep, holding a glass oil lamp in his hand, emitting a peaceful and peaceful light
In the light, a Black Death patient lay quietly, and there was no sound in the entire isolation point.

This eerie silence made Zhang Jichuan's heart skip a beat, and cold sweat oozes out from his back, soaking his clothes.

"Lamp!!!"

Zhang Jichuan almost exclaimed, a chill went from head to toe, making him stiff all over.

Traveling to this world, Zhang Jichuan fears nothing more than carrying a lantern.Even if he was confused, Zhang Jichuan couldn't compare it with a lantern in his heart. This was an enemy that Director Darcy thought was difficult to deal with.

However, Zhang Jichuan is not what he used to be. As a senior first-rank extraordinary, he discovered the abnormality in time before he exclaimed:

this, this is not that lamp
The brass and glass oil lamp in the lantern's hand, although emitting light, brings a kind of bone-piercing coldness to people. When illuminated by that lamp, there will be a kind of despair of falling into the eternal night.

But the oil lamp in front of me is different. It gives people a sense of peace and tranquility. Under its light, anyone will feel peaceful involuntarily.

Zhang Jichuan walked through several isolation points, and the patients in this isolation point slept most peacefully.

He covered his mouth in time, but the slight noise still broke the silence of the isolation point, and the man with the lamp turned around, revealing a face full of burns.

"It's you? A colleague of Dr. Liu's?" Zhou Ji's burned face was covered with sweat, his voice was very soft, and he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would wake up the patient who had finally fallen asleep.

Zhang Jichuan also recognized Zhou Ji, and it was hard not to attract people's attention to his face, which made Zhang Jichuan's hanging heart finally fall to the ground.

"Are you here to change shifts with me?" Zhou Ji asked.

Zhang Jichuan nodded: "If your soul power is about to run out and you can trust me, I can stand for you for a while, and when you recover your soul power, I will return the extraordinary item to you."

The corners of Zhou Ji's mouth twitched, he smiled with difficulty, and said, "How can I not trust Dr. Liu's colleagues, and besides, I really need someone to change shifts with me."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Ji untied the oil lamp and handed it to Zhang Jichuan.

So simply Zhang Jichuan took the oil lamp in silence, swept it away with the power of his soul, and got its message:
"Nightingale's lantern, a first-rank extraordinary item in the historical category (up to fourth rank), unbound!

"That year, Nightingale carried this oil lamp and shuttled through the field hospitals, bringing great comfort to the wounded soldiers. People affectionately called her the 'Angel with the Lamp'.
"Extraordinary Ability 1: Psychological Comfort - All creatures within the range of the light will be free from panic, worry, fear and other emotions, and will obtain a tranquilizing effect.

"Extraordinary ability 2: Nursing light - within the range of the light, the injuries and illnesses of all creatures will stop deteriorating and recover at a certain speed. The recovery speed depends on the comprehensive judgment of the extraordinary item and the level of the host.

"Negative Ability: Blindness - After binding, the host's vision will gradually decrease until it becomes completely blind.

"Is it bound?"

Zhou Ji sat down, leaned on a hospital bed, pushed his glasses, and said softly: "You don't have to worry too much about that negative ability, you don't have to bind it all the time, it can negligibly damage your eyesight, only long-term binding can Need to worry."

"Understood." Zhang Jichuan nodded. He saw that some of the patients around him had started to turn over, appearing to be in unbearable pain, so he quickly called out 'bind'.

Before coming to this isolation point, Zhang Jichuan had taken time to go to the same boat space, and entrusted Ms. Norris to return the 'Hades Helmet' to Ms. Bai Ye, just as Ms. Bai Ye was also renting his 'lock window'.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Jichuan's two identities have vacant places on the soul coronets, which are directly bound to 'Nightingale's Lamp'.

Snapped!
He snapped his fingers lightly, summoned the oil lamp from the corona of soul, activated two extraordinary abilities in turn, and the soft light brightened up again, dyeing the entire isolation point orange, exuding a sense of tranquility atmosphere.

The condition of the patients no longer deteriorated, and they fell asleep peacefully. After so many nightmare nights, many patients were able to sleep well for the first time.

Zhou Ji also fell asleep on the hospital bed. Before Zhang Jichuan came, his soul power had already been exhausted, and he has supported himself until now by squeezing his own potential.
The last doubt in Zhang Jichuan's mind completely dissipated. He sat down cross-legged and began to meditate. ——Supernatural items can be activated during meditation, otherwise, supernatural items such as "Bo Ya's Broken String Qin" that assist cultivation would be useless.

The next morning, Zhang Jichuan was awakened by a faint fragrance. He opened his eyes, woke up from meditation, and saw a small yellow flower.

Two boys and girls wearing masks and blindfolds stood in front of him. The girl held a small yellow flower in her hand and handed it to her.

Seeing Zhang Jichuan woke up, the boy and the girl were taken aback, and the girl withdrew her hand timidly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jichuan wondered.

The boy opened his mouth. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he calmed down after the initial panic, appearing generous: "My name is Mu Xiaotian, she is my younger sister Mu Xiaoyun, we are here to visit Dad, he I got sick."

Speaking of this, Mu Xiaotian glanced at the little yellow flower in his sister's hand, and said, "Doctor Zhou said, last night you let our father sleep well, and this flower is for you."

Mu Xiaoyun handed out the little yellow flower again.

Feeling warm in Zhang Jichuan's heart, he took the little yellow flower and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you, Xiaotian and Xiaoyun."

Mu Xiaoyun looked at him curiously, with anticipation in his clever eyes: "You, are you a doctor? When will my father recover from his illness?"

Zhang Jichuan shook his head: "I'm not a doctor, I'm just here to help, but there are many doctors who are trying to save your father and everyone here."

Mu Xiaoyun nodded, his eyes still confused.

Mu Xiaotian calmed down a little, and asked curiously, "Then what do you do?"

"I, I am a teacher, teaching archaeology." Zhang Jichuan said.

Mu Xiaotian's eyes brightened: "Could it be, are you a teacher of the Department of Archeology at Yujing University?"

This time it was Zhang Jichuan's turn to be curious: "Why do you say I am from Yujing University?"

Mu Xiaotian took it for granted: "Because the Department of Archeology of Yujing University is the best, it is the university I most want to go to. I have already taken the college entrance examination, and I will definitely be admitted to Yujing University."

Zhang Jichuan couldn't help smiling: "Then I wish you good luck."

(End of this chapter)