It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 604 Meow Meow
Ling Feiran arrived at the temporary storage point for medical waste in the inpatient department, and only then did her breathing become somewhat calmer.

This is a problem she developed as a child. Every time she messes up something, she gets heart palpitations, panic, and stutters, such as when she breaks a bowl or spills soup. She hasn't had this problem for many years since leaving the family that adopted her, but today she was probably affected by it because she was too nervous.

—Although they both came from the same orphanage, Ling Feiran and Feng Ling had completely different personalities. She was afraid of making mistakes, afraid of causing trouble, and afraid of becoming the unpopular one among the crowd.

As Ling Feiran turned to go back, a staff member at the waste disposal point stopped her: "Why are you going downstairs to throw out the trash again? People on each floor take turns doing this dirty work. Is it because you're new and they're bullying you?"

"No, no..." Ling Feiran hurriedly waved her hand, "Everyone is busy, I just happened to be free so I made a trip."

The staff were skeptical, but then they noticed that many of the medicine bottles were broken. They frowned and said, "Oh dear, how did this happen? Have you cleaned up the spilled medicine? These were used by patients. We must disinfect them. It would be terrible if someone got sick."

"Yes, it's all packed up." Ling Feiran smiled faintly.

There were still some remnants on the ground, but she had absorbed all the viruses in them, so they wouldn't cause pollution. This was why Ling Feiran actively threw away the trash—what was dirty and toxic medical waste to others was actually a nutrient pile to her.

She impulsively asked Feng Ling for the West Wind Demon card, and then, with Su Yuqing's help, received a few lessons of training before hastily joining the hunter group. She is currently still a clueless newbie. In terms of card usage experience, she has only tried absorbing viruses and has never used any other card abilities.

She also found it difficult to use the Ghost Cards. Her body suddenly transformed into another substance, separating from her clothes and accessories, becoming a naked soul that seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away, making her feel very insecure.

Ling Feiran pushed the empty cart back, inwardly mocking herself: "Using these two cards was such a waste! I was so arrogant back then, haha..."

She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Feng Ling.

One dared to ask, and the other dared to give.

The phone rang, and Ling Feiran took it out. She saw that the caller was Feng Ling, and she almost laughed.

The call connected, and before she could speak, Feng Ling's voice came from the other end of the phone—

"Feifei, how have you been lately? What are you busy with in the quarantine area every day? I just got a new phone, and I lost my old one."

"I guessed it," Ling Feiran said with a smile. "I'm working in the inpatient ward now, taking care of patients. I'm adjusting fairly well. What about you? When are you planning to come back?"

"I can't go back for now, I'm busy walking the sheep~" Feng Ling replied.

"Walk what?" Ling Feiran was stunned, thinking she had misheard.

Feng Ling laughed, "Walking the sheep, haha, it's quite cute. It's like a complete idiot, bumping into whatever it sees."

As soon as she finished speaking, the short-legged sheep ran over, lowered its head, and pointed its horns at her.

Feng Ling couldn't get too close to the dwarf sheep, so she quickly jumped away. The dwarf sheep crashed into a tree stump behind her with a thud, and was shaken back several steps.

"Hahahaha!" Feng Ling laughed loudly.

The dwarf sheep tried to ram the ram again, but the tiger worm suddenly emerged from the ground and sprayed out a mouthful of mud and sand, burying it.

Ye Zheng said worriedly, "If it keeps doing this every day, won't it become stupid? Then it won't be able to lead us into the maze."

On an outdoor folding chair, the weasel laboriously supported its tablet, typing on it: "I don't know."

Ye Zheng couldn't help but tease the weasel, "Don't you feel bad? It's your colleague." The weasel typed: [Breaking through the maze and making it offline is a good thing for it.]

"Tsk, the Taoist priest has become increasingly concise since he turned into a weasel," Ye Zheng said.

Feng Ling nodded, holding her phone. "Yes, he used to love to go on and on, and sometimes it gave me a headache."

The weasel wanted to refute Ye Zheng, saying that he and the weasel were not the same species, and also wanted to refute Feng Ling, saying that he didn't like long-winded speeches. Its paws moved back and forth on the tablet, but in the end, it deleted all the words it had typed and only sent a sighing emoji.

Feng Ling smiled and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "By the way, Fei Fei, I've prepared a gift for you. I'll give it to you in a couple of days."

"What gift?" Ling Feiran asked.

“Hey, how could you forget?” Feng Ling reminded her, “Didn’t you say on the phone that you wanted cards? I had the Taoist priest carefully select two to strengthen your deck.”

Ling Feiran hesitated, wanting to refuse, "Xiao Ling, actually... I'm just doing basic nursing work here, I don't have much opportunity to use the cards. Otherwise, why don't you keep them for yourself? Giving them to me might be a waste..."

“I specially chose these for you, how could I waste them? Just keep them without worry. If they’re suitable for me, I’ll definitely keep them for myself without hesitation!” Feng Ling said. “I’ll have someone bring the cards back to you in a couple of days. The Taoist priest will send you the card descriptions later, so remember to familiarize yourself with them beforehand.”

"Okay..." Ling Feiran had no choice but to accept this kindness.

Liu Wen's voice rang out from the ward: "Feifei! Come quick, come help me!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling realized that Ling Feiran was still working, so she said, "You're so busy. I'll hang up now and we can talk again when you're done."

call ended.

Ling Feiran smiled helplessly, put away her phone, and quickly ran towards the ward.

…………

The dwarf sheep struggled in the mud.

Having been trapped in an animal's body for too long, his thoughts and emotions were affected to some extent, making it increasingly difficult for him to maintain rationality as a human being.

He wanted to eat grass, wanted to bleat, and under the influence of the system's programming, he constantly wanted to return to the maze territory. However, reason told him that doing so was dangerous. These conflicting thoughts caused him immense pain, and he wished he could lose his memory and simply be a sheep from now on! Forget this humiliation!
He vaguely saw the figure of a shooting star in his field of vision, and a surge of anger rushed to the head of the short-legged sheep. He staggered to his feet, lowered his horns, and charged towards the shooting star!

It's all because of the shooting star! I was tricked into entering the game, trapped and tormented inside, all of it, all because of the shooting star!
"Oh my gosh~~~ What's wrong with this sheep?!" The woman was about to sit down when she hurriedly stood up again, and the folding chair was knocked over by the short-legged sheep!
Two ram horns got stuck in the narrow gap between the chair backs, and no matter how much they shook their heads, they couldn't shake them off.

Feng Ling stood at a distance, gloating: "Aunt Wang, are you alright?"

The woman, addressed as Aunt Wang, stood under a large parasol, carefully examining the skin on her face and hands. She frowned and said, "The climate in Risa is too dry, and the sun is too strong. If the reporters hadn't come soon, my skin would have started to wrinkle."

As she spoke, she took out a small amount of lotion from her elegant bag and applied it to her arm.

Feng Ling laughed and said, "Pei Xianjue sent me a message saying that your skin-painting can last for seven days, but only one day has passed, how come it's already wrinkled?"

"Even the most supple skin will dry out like a mummy in a place like this. You'd better hurry up and urge the reporter on," Aunt Wang sighed as she applied moisturizer.

(End of this chapter)