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Chapter 1955 The disease is called...

Drop drop-

The piercing mechanical beeping, the pungent smell of disinfectant, my dazed eyes refocusing, and what I see in my pupils is an unfamiliar ceiling.

Her masked lover looked at her with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, she turned her back to him, as if it were a reality she could escape.

"you……"

"No need to say anything," she said calmly, only today realizing how cold her voice actually was.

"But I've already told them."

"You!" She gripped the blanket tightly, her voice growing colder and hoarse. "This is a private matter between the two of us!"

"But it's really funny that you took the initiative to bite me, stuck out your tongue, and then got so excited that you fainted due to an irregular heartbeat."

"Stop talking!!!" She covered her ears, hiding all her screams under the covers.

The woman with the online name "Greenland" was hospitalized urgently. Don't ask her why she used her online name, because she has already lost her real name.

It wasn't because of shyness, nor because of liking this kind of youthful romantic comedy element, but because she was too excited, resulting in an irregular heartbeat, nosebleed, and fainting.

God knows what she was thinking at the time. Maybe it was because she saw that sex could help deepen feelings, or maybe it was because her subjective evaluation of him as "a face I want to sleep with" when they first met was off the charts. Anyway, she couldn't help but kiss him when she saw the Ripper's serious profile.

At that moment, she had only one thought: "Demon, I want you to help me cultivate, I want to become a god!"
As a result, she ended up lying here. The only saving face she had was that the attending physician wasn't the Ripper, otherwise it would have been even more humiliating.

"Hmm..." The doctor, who could be described as a middle-aged beauty, frowned as she looked at the medical record, then shook her head.

Normally, Greenland would be terrified in this situation, but now she wants to die, so she is not afraid at all.

"Your health is not good. You've already fainted. If this continues, you could even die suddenly."

"Hehehe..." Greenland turned her head to the side, laughing listlessly. Having read extensively, she could already imagine the scene. This was nothing short of being [beep] to death.

It turns out that such absurd things really do happen in real life, and it even happened to her.

“Hmm, this kind of case isn’t surprising.” The Ripper displayed his erudition and began discussing it with the middle-aged beauty.

The inevitable problem brought about by the development of virtual reality technology is that the stimulation received in virtual reality can cause many adverse reactions in the brain and body.

For example, the feeling of being killed, or the stimulation of strenuous exercise, can affect the body, leaving some with psychological trauma, and others with the risk of sudden death.

These issues have created many obstacles for the implementation of virtual stealth technology. However, since virtual stealth technology is an inevitable trend, the only option is to strengthen its prevention measures.

The virtual stealth pod has built-in comprehensive physiological examination functions, a neural lock that is essential for virtual stealth games, and a rigorous assessment that must be completed in order to experience virtual stealth games.

These policies have greatly reduced related accidents and even, in a surprising way, improved the overall health of the population.

In order to play virtual stealth games for a little longer, many people maintain a healthy lifestyle.

The situation in Greenland is quite special.
The body is the body, and the mind is the mind. No matter what she does in the virtual stealth state, even if she goes all out and gets hit dozens of times, her real body breathes steadily, her heartbeat doesn't change, and she doesn't even sweat.

This is typical of professional players who are among the first to master virtual stealth games, so she doesn't need those assessments to engage in long periods of virtual stealth.

Conversely, if Greenland had never paid attention to her actual physical health, the result would naturally be that her body couldn't handle it when she subconsciously tried to do certain things in virtual stealth mode.

This is like attaching a super engine to a bicycle; the mere warm-up will blow the bicycle up. "Hmm, this is a serious problem. Either stop thinking about doing that kind of thing from today, or start doing the bare minimum of exercise from tomorrow."

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll take care of things here. You can go and attend to other matters.” After seeing the middle-aged beauty off, the Ripper looked at Greenland.

Greenland seemed to have snapped out of her daze at some point, clutching the blanket with both hands, only her eyes peeking out as she stared at him.

Nothing was said, yet it seemed as if everything was said.

“That’s my mom.”

Greenland pulled its head back in, placed its hands on its lower abdomen, and laughed with a look of utter despair.

She should just die.

He met the Ripper when he was getting his hemorrhoids removed, and he met the Ripper's mother after he had been so excited that he fainted while trying to have sex with her son.

"So how long are you going to stay cooped up like this? If you get bored, I'll have to call you back."

The suffocating blanket was opened a crack, and with a "poof," a puff of hot air shot out.

The Ripper didn't rush to pull the coward out; he just sat on the edge of the bed and watched quietly.

He didn't wait for the turtle to stick its head out, but the turtle's claws were already on his hands.

"Come with me to the gym."

"Ah."

The memory ends, the nightmare begins. Her body, like a broken-down bicycle, is just a lump of rotten flesh. To pass, she has to create new projects with waste level as the assessment standard.

Fortunately, she had no problems with her diet and didn't have any particular requirements, otherwise the nightmare would have turned into hell.

Greenland covered her face, recalling all the suffering she had endured until now, and took a deep breath, looking at the petite Herbie.

"Your path will be much more difficult than mine."

"Weren't we discussing those things?"

"Don't underestimate those things, okay? People can die!" Greenland suddenly flew into a rage, determined to make Herbie understand the seriousness of the matter.

The Ripper is a refined, handsome literary type, while Blaze is undoubtedly an ancient hero type who will only grow bigger and stronger in the future. Herbie's path is much more difficult than hers.

"That's so dangerous!" Herbie couldn't help but sit up straight. Greenland was indeed an experienced person.

"That's right, it's that dangerous, so you must make sure you have a healthy, even strong, well, resilient body, understand?"

"Understand!"

In fact, Jasmine, who had been hiding in the shadows, had been looking for an opportunity to correct Greenland's mistake. But after she, the AI ​​of the Ark of Gods, carefully calculated the error, she found that Greenland was right!

Considering safety issues, some enhancement plans should indeed be arranged for Herbi. This was her oversight; she was so focused on making Herbi bigger that she forgot she could never make Herbi as big as Marika.

(End of this chapter)