A female medical apprentice who was about the same age as Little Crow lowered her head, pressed her own throat, and tremblingly asked,
"Doctor Crow, what should we do next?"
Most of them were just researchers, with average combat abilities, and Little Crow, being so frail, had already become their leader.
Little Crow stared blankly at the ceiling.
Many researchers were looking at him, the Blood Demon Doctor amid the Blood Disaster was just a bloodthirsty monster.
No one could guarantee that the Blood Demon Doctor, upon his return, wouldn't treat them as food.
Little Crow slowly turned her head, feeling the countless expectant gazes.
Whether they were test subjects or researchers, they all looked at her, considering her their savior, the last straw in a flood.
Here, relying on the relics of the Cup Witch and her excellent medical skills, Little Crow had helped many people.
"Sorry... I... need to take a walk..."