People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 301 Your Symbiosis Card Can Talk?

Of the 158 interns who passed the final screening, after experiencing the relentless risk warnings from the Department of Spirit Control, especially the alarming warning that "the average three-year survival rate for related positions in the Medical Department is less than 25%", six still stubbornly chose to come here.

Li Guanqi is one of these six.

He originally thought that anyone who dared to choose the medical department despite such a high mortality rate, even if not a muscular strongman, should at least be a brave person with a firm gaze and a willingness to die.

But to his utter surprise, among the five people in front of him was a girl who looked particularly thin and timid.

The girl huddled in the corner, head down, hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her body trembling slightly. She had short, ear-length hair that was somewhat dry and yellow, and her face was pale, looking malnourished.

Li Guanqi remembered her; he had a pretty deep impression of her. When he sat down to sign the contract, she was so frightened that she kept backing away.

Her name seems to be... Luli?
She always stayed quietly on the edge of the crowd, rarely speaking, and had a very low profile.

I never expected that such a seemingly frail girl would dare to venture into the den of tigers and dragons that is the Medical Department.

Li Guanqi couldn't help but feel a bit more curious about her and... a touch of admiration.

However, his destination was different from the other five. The five of them were going to 501 Hospital for basic medical training, mainly for learning.

He's really something.

He was a patient and went to 505 for treatment.

As Li Guanqi approached room 505, a strong smell of rust filled the air, mixed with the pungent odor of disinfectant, causing him to involuntarily wrinkle his nose.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A cold female voice came from inside the door, its tone unreadable.

Li Guanqi pushed open the door, and the scene before him made his heart skip a beat, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

This room was less like a hospital ward and more like a chaotic research lab and makeshift operating room. The lighting was dim, and the walls were covered with dark scratches and unidentified stains, suggesting countless violent struggles that had taken place there.

There were three metal hospital beds in the room, two of which were empty with wrinkled sheets, and the third one seemed to have something lying on it, covered with a white cloth.

The most striking feature was a cold operating table prominently displayed in the center of the room, with various metal instruments scattered on a tray beside it, gleaming coldly. The strong smell of blood and disinfectant emanated from this area.

An operating table in a patient's room?! Does this mean they plan to operate anytime, anywhere?
He asked Instructor Yan Lang, and he learned that Room 505 in all the medical departments of the Spirit Control Division had a common function—symbiotic card research.

This study includes suppression, medication, counseling, and related, if necessary, surgery.

Double vision disorder is characterized by two aspects: on the one hand, the symbiotic card actually exists next to the human heart, which is physiological; on the other hand, it is closely related to emotions, which is psychological.

A woman in a white coat was standing with her back to the door, looking down at a tablet in her hand. Next to her stood a young woman, also dressed as a nurse, who was organizing equipment.

Hearing the door open, the woman in the white coat turned around, her gaze falling on Li Guanqi, who stood somewhat dazed in the doorway. She then glanced down at the information on the tablet and asked in a cold voice, "Li Guanqi?"

Li Guanqi composed himself, stepped into the room, and replied, "Yes, it's me."

"Sit." Zhang Zhiyu didn't even look up, but simply nodded with her chin at the chair opposite the desk.

Her desk was relatively tidy, but it was also piled with various reports and strange instrument parts.

Li Guanqi sat down as instructed, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over the female doctor in front of him.

She was around thirty years old, with a slender face and wore frameless glasses. Her eyes behind the lenses were sharp and focused. The white coat she wore was a bit too big for her, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal her fair but bony wrists.

Her hair was simply tied back, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, giving her an air of professionalism and aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

His scrutiny wasn't out of wariness or admiration, but rather a strange sense of familiarity, as if he'd seen it somewhere before.

Zhang Zhiyu finally raised her head, her gaze sweeping across his face from behind her glasses, instantly seeing through his thoughts, her tone flat and indifferent: "We met at Bian Yuelong Bi'an Clinic."

Upon hearing this, Li Guanqi's eyes widened suddenly, her body leaned forward slightly, and a look of surprise and realization appeared on her face: "You are...you are the doctor who saved me back then?!"

After the gang incident, he fell into a coma and woke up in the hospital.

I later heard that he collapsed at the hospital entrance in the early hours of the morning and was found and treated by the kind-hearted Dr. Zhang. Normally, you have to wait in line to see a doctor at the Bi'an Clinic.

The Bridge of the Other Shore connects the civic district and the wasteland. The Other Shore Clinic on the bridge is a humanitarian aid point set up by the Bureau of Spirits. It is free of charge and open to the wasteland residents.

In the simple values ​​of the local people, doctors who don't charge fees are good doctors.

Therefore, the Other Shore Clinic is a rare 'safe place', with hundreds of millions of deserters acting as its guardians. Even Zhong dares not lay a hand on it.

But Li Guanqi's enthusiasm and approach seemed to have triggered something in Zhang Zhiyu.

Her expression changed drastically, and she instinctively shrank back. A look of disgust and wariness quickly appeared in her eyes. She suddenly raised her hand, palm facing Li Guanqi, and her voice was several degrees colder than before: "Step back a little. I have androphobia."

"Uh, sorry, sorry." Li Guanqi was taken aback and quickly retreated to his chair, looking somewhat flustered.

Misogyny? This disease...is real? And, someone with this disease can be a doctor, especially in a place like this? A series of questions arose in his mind, but he wisely did not ask them aloud.

Zhang Zhiyu realized she had overreacted. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and refocused her attention on the tablet, speaking businesslike: "Tell me about your situation. The data shows that you still don't know what your symbiotic card is."

Li Guanqi nodded: "Yes, there is indeed no basis for it."

Zhang Zhiyu's fingertips slid across the tablet, making a soft sound: "How long has this been going on? Ever since you realized you had a symbiotic card, or has it only recently become impossible to perceive it? Or have you forgotten?"

“From the time I can remember, I have no idea.” Li Guanqi carefully chose his words. “I’ve only known about the symbiotic card for a short time, and my understanding is very limited.” He decided to tell the truth, after all, it concerned his life. Time travel was his biggest secret, but lying to the doctor was a major taboo.

Zhang Zhiyu frowned slightly: "You haven't known about the Symbiosis Card for very long? Your file says you're already twenty years old."

She looked up, her gaze sharply scrutinizing Li Guanqi.

"Where did you grow up, there were no symbiotic cards?"

"I—" Li Guanqi hesitated, trying to gloss over the matter by saying 'asleep'.

As expected of the most professional doctor in this field, Zhang Zhiyu spoke first before he could even open his mouth: "Don't try to get away with excuses like 'I was in a deep sleep all this time' or 'I lost my memories'."

“Mickey Mouse is the real amnesiac.”

She lifted the tablet and showed Li Guanqi the medical report on it: "The report says your mental age is fifty-six. You've experienced a lot and remember it deeply, right?"

"Don't lie to your doctor."

Li Guanqi took a deep breath, composed himself, and replied, "I did indeed grow up in a place without symbiotic cards."

"But—for some reason, I can't explain that place to you, I'm sorry."

“Okay.” Zhang Zhiyu had some doubts, but didn’t delve into it further. She changed the subject and asked, “So, have you ever experienced the symbiotic card being activated? For example, the case of the unlicensed taxi gang two weeks ago?”

"I really can't remember what happened that night." Li Guanqi tried hard to recall, but his mind was blank.

"Any physical abnormalities?" Zhang Zhiyu asked again, "When your rationality rate drops below around 60%, do you feel anything unusual?"

Recalling the seemingly time-slowing ability, Li Guanqi considered his words before replying, "Yes, under certain circumstances, I feel everything around me slows down, while my reaction speed increases significantly."

He tried to recall, “But it was triggered passively. I couldn’t control it. It required someone to make an aggressive or rapid move towards me to enter that state.”

"A passively triggered time anomaly?" Zhang Zhiyu's expression changed slightly for the first time, no longer purely cold, but with a hint of seriousness. "What kind of card is it?"

“Dr. Zhang.” Seeing her confusion, Li Guanqi wanted to offer a clue, “Is the Symbiosis Card related to the decks you usually use? I usually use Demon or Angel decks.”

“It’s okay to have a love of dueling,” Zhang Zhiyu replied thoughtfully. “The Symbiosis Cards are determined when humans are two years old. I suppose you weren’t dueling when you were two.”

"Describe in detail the feeling of entering that state, the physical reactions afterward, and whether there were any other accompanying phenomena, such as visual or auditory hallucinations, or any special physical markings?"

"Hiss—" Li Guanqi gasped, suddenly remembering something, "Yes, auditory hallucinations, yes!"

“Describe what kind of noise it is,” Zhang Zhiyu said coolly, having found a new clue.

“No, it’s not background noise,” Li Guanqi waved his hand to correct.

Zhang Zhiyu frowned sharply, puzzled, and asked, "Not background noise? Then what is it?"

The nurse who was tidying up the instruments stopped what she was doing and listened intently, a strange light flashing in her eyes. She had been sorting the cold metal instruments, but now her fingers were suspended in mid-air, and she even unconsciously softened her breathing.

“That was a voice—” Li Guanqi frowned slightly, trying his best to recall the words he heard in his mind that rainy night.

He said... exchange?

After a brief pause, Zhang Zhiyu and the nurse stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a ghost. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the faint hum of the various medical instruments.

“He also said,” Li Guanqi’s tone became somewhat complicated, even he himself couldn’t understand the meaning of those words, “How tragic, Li Guanqi… how truly tragic!”

He tried to imitate the hoarse tone of that voice, as well as the indignation within it.

These words, like several invisible bombs, exploded in Laboratory 505.

The color drained from Zhang Zhiyu's face. She suddenly stood up from the chair, the movement so large that the chair legs scraped against the ground, making a sharp, piercing "creak" that broke the deathly silence in the room.

The young nurse next to her reacted even more directly. When she heard the last sentence, her hand trembled, and with a "clang!" a pair of hemostats that had just been wiped clean fell onto the metal tray, making a crisp sound.

The doctor and nurse, no matter how good their mental fortitude or how experienced they were, collapsed at this moment.

"You...you said you..." Zhang Zhiyu's voice was hoarse as she stared intently into Li Guanqi's eyes, trying her best to confirm whether what he had just said was true or false.

You said you

"Did you hear that?!"

All magic cards have a spiritual distinction. Even a level nine monster card can only make sounds like "uh-huh" or "oh-ya" at most, and cannot utter a complete sentence.

If what Li Guanqi said is true.

He could hear the Symbiotic Card say things like "Exchange?" and "How sad."

That can only mean...

The symbiotic card within him is likely an epic card.

even.

higher.

(End of this chapter)