Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

The number 2 examination room was more spacious than I had imagined.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting dappled shadows on the soft, off-white walls.

The surface of the wall was not still; the light golden soothing runes emitted an almost inaudible hum, a frequency said to calm the tension of spirit beasts.

The air was filled with a faint scent, like grass after rain, which is the standard aroma of high-purity healing mist.

The central silver treatment table has been activated, and a pale green healing aura diffuses and flows like mist ten centimeters above the table, forming a soft, thin film of light.

Three curved monitors lined one side of the room, displaying data that flowed like a waterfall.

A female spiritual healer who looked to be around thirty years old was operating the control panel. She wore thin-rimmed glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were focused and sharp. Her chestnut hair was neatly tied back, revealing her smooth forehead.

"Qin Ming? Please place your spirit beast on the examination table."

Qin Ming nodded, made a gesture with his right hand, and ripples spread through the space. He summoned Little Fatty from the Spirit Control Space, held him in both hands, and gently placed him on the table that emitted a faint light.

Little Fatty was in a slightly better condition than before. His eyelids lifted slightly, but his eyes were still a little unfocused, his reactions were slow, and his limbs were limp and spread out.

The healer manipulated the healing instrument, hovering it fifteen centimeters above Little Fatty, and then pressed a button, emitting a soft, milky-white light.

The light was not dazzling, but warm like the morning light of spring, seeping into the cracks of Little Fatty's shell.

As the light penetrated, the display screen above the examination table lit up simultaneously, displaying a series of constantly updating data.

"Heart rate, 30% below baseline... Disordered neural electrical signals... Multiple breaks in psionic circuits..."

She read the test results aloud, her fingers rapidly typing on the virtual keyboard: "Perception ability, deep overload, disorder rating B+."

As she took notes, she remarked, "The duration was forty-seven minutes? And there were no breaks in between?"

"...Yes," Qin Ming said guiltily.

The healer glanced at him, his gaze not reproachful, but with a professional seriousness: "Do you know that if this continues for another ten minutes, the disorder level might rise to Grade A? Grade A sensory overload has a probability of causing permanent loss of orientation or spatial cognitive impairment."

Qin Ming clenched his fists: "Then now..."

"It's still under control for now," the healer's tone softened, and he pulled up a treatment plan on the panel. "But it requires at least three days of intensive treatment. I'll prescribe some calming herb extract, along with two hours of daily spirit wave resonance therapy...wait!"

Her words came to an abrupt halt.

Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw that the Spirit Healer was staring intently at the screen, his brows furrowed.

He quickly found the reason: the plus sign on the screen, which represented the disordered "B+" level, had mysteriously disappeared.

Qin Ming: !?

Healer: ! ! ? ?

Professionals might be more shocked. She deleted the treatment plan she had just typed out with one click and took a deep breath.

"This is impossible..." she muttered to herself, bending down to examine the chubby boy more closely.

Then the milky-white light of detection shone again, and she stared intently at the detection screen, waiting for the miracle to happen again.

The examination room was so quiet that you could hear the low hum of the instruments running; several minutes passed.

Unfortunately, the screen rating was not changed, but it did not worsen either.

Grade B disorder, though severe, but the missing "+" sign seemed to hint at something.

The healer straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Little Fatty again. The little guy seemed to have regained some energy during the process; his left front paw twitched slightly.

"Conservative treatment, no..." She paused, then changed her mind, "Let's not treat it for now."

Qin Ming was taken aback: "What?"

"What did you do before? Keep it up." Perhaps afraid that Qin Ming wouldn't understand, she added, "Just keep resting, you don't need to do anything else, come back for a follow-up appointment in an hour."

Her expression was somewhat strange, a mixture of confusion and a hint of excitement.

Qin Ming: "..." Was it really that hasty? Didn't you just say that the B-level disorder was very serious?

Perhaps sensing his doubt, the healer pointed to the screen: "Look, it's only been eight minutes since you came in, and his basal neural activity index has risen from 47 to 52. Although it's still in the danger zone, the trend is upward. Moreover, his disorder rating has dropped from B+ to B."

She turned around and looked directly at Qin Ming: "Don't disbelieve me. Whether your spirit beast has some rare talent or something else, if it can recover quickly on its own, external intervention might interfere with the process. Our first principle as spirit healers is 'do no harm,' and only secondly, 'heal.'"

She paused, then added, "It could even be a sign of the activation of some kind of physical potential, but this speculation still needs to be observed and cannot be concluded at this time."

Qin Ming processed these words and slowly nodded, "I understand. As for the fees..."

"Your student ID has special privileges!" The healer pulled up Qin Ming's information on the panel. When she saw a certain note, her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly regained her professional expression.

"No treatment was done today, just basic testing, and it was free."

As she operated the system, Qin Ming noticed that she secretly glanced at Little Fatty several times.

"Please wait in the waiting area outside for an hour. Oh, and by the way—"

She called out to Qin Ming, who was about to leave.

"Although I shouldn't ask," she lowered her voice, "your spirit beast is registered as water-type, but when I examined it just now, I sensed that its attribute aura was clearly unusual. Is it really water-type?"

Qin Ming's heart tightened.

Xiao Pang's true identity was revealed to be a fake one, thanks to the help of the academy's higher-ups when he enrolled. Normal searches would show him as a water-type student.

This is a way to protect Qin Ming and Xiao Pang. After all, rare spirit beasts can easily attract unnecessary attention or even danger, and their strength is not yet at the point where they are fearless.

But this doesn't seem to fool the experts, even though Little Fatty does like playing in the water.

Qin Ming hesitated for a second, deciding not to lie but not to be completely honest either: "Not exactly, he's mutated a bit."

The healer nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, you may go."

Qin Ming carried the chubby boy away, and the consultation room fell silent. The young spiritual healer stared at the closed door for several seconds, his fingers unconsciously tapping the control panel.

"Self-relief of sensory overload...non-aquatic psionic characteristics...and that special privilege..." she murmured to herself, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Should she ask her advisor for permission to view the complete file?

As a researcher, this rare case was incredibly intriguing. But her professional ethics told her not to pry too much into the patient's privacy.

After struggling for a few seconds, she sighed and decided to finish her work first. But while recording the patient's condition, she added a small note: "Close observation is recommended; conservative treatment should be prioritized."

Qin Ming walked out of the consultation room and found that the people in the waiting area had changed.

Lin Shuo and his kingfisher were gone, replaced by a couple arguing quietly.

The girl was holding a fluorescent jellyfish about the size of a fist. The jellyfish was now dull and lifeless, its tentacles drooping limply. The boy looked on with a helpless expression.

"I told you not to let him keep the lights on for three hours straight, but you insisted on showing off during the club recruitment..." the boy said in a low voice.

"How was I supposed to know it would 'run out of power'? I performed for two hours last time and it was fine..." The girl's voice was trembling with tears.

"Last time we had a two-day break! This time? Three consecutive days of performances!"

Qin Ming found an empty seat in a corner, closed his eyes, and sat down.

Little Fatty was taken back into the Spirit Control Space. He could vaguely sense the little guy's condition—although he was still weak, the unsettling "disconnection" had disappeared, replaced by a slow and steady recovery rhythm.

The medical center didn't seem to be of much practical help, but at least he had some peace of mind now.

He relaxed slightly, leaning back in the soft chair. Every detail of the assessment replayed in his mind: the shock and shock he felt when Little Fatty first took the initiative to participate; the excitement and increasing tacit understanding as they solved the puzzles one after another; and the icy touch of Little Fatty's body slumped in his palm at the end.

Pride and guilt intertwined in a complex mix of emotions, and Little Fatty truly did everything in his power to help him.

"Gah! How's Turtle Brother doing?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the corridor, accompanied by a flapping sound. Keda flapped its wings and flew into the waiting area, its face full of anxiety.

Qin Ming rushed to the nearest medical center, but also notified his family members at home via communicator.

"I've overdrawn my perception abilities a bit, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem. I'm still recuperating in this space," Qin Ming explained briefly.

"Hey! I heard eating fish is good for your eyes! How about...?"

Qin Ming: ? What kind of folk remedy is this?

Just then, a faint signal fluctuation came from within the Spirit Control Space. Little Fatty, who had seemed disconnected for so long, suddenly transmitted a clear consciousness—

"Boss... the turtle wants to come out... to eat fish!"

Although that consciousness was still somewhat weak, it was exceptionally firm, and one could even detect a certain... longing?

Qin Ming's lips twitched. He really felt that Little Fatty was no longer in serious trouble—his appetite was so good that he should be getting better soon.

Moreover, considering that the medical center is right next door, any emergencies should be able to be dealt with promptly.

"Okay, but you can only eat in the reception room, and you have to come back for a follow-up examination afterward." To take care of the patient's physical and mental health, Qin Ming compromised.

He approached the nurse on duty and asked if there was an unoccupied reception room available.

The nurse pointed to a small room at the end of the corridor: "That room is empty now, but please do not let spirit beasts use their skills in it."

"Of course, thank you."

Qin Ming carried the little fat boy into the reception room. The room was small, with only a small round table and two chairs, and a poster of basic care for spirit beasts hung on the wall.

He locked the door and made sure there were no surveillance cameras around.

The spatial ripples spread again, and Little Fatty was summoned and gently landed on the table.

The little guy's appearance surprised Qin Ming. Unlike when he was slumped on the examination table, he had his cheeks puffed out, his eyes closed, and he looked completely focused.

Even stranger, its two front paws stretched out and retracted in the air, as if it were trying to grab something.

"Is this... catching fish in space?" Qin Ming understood.

Little Fatty kept many fish and shrimp in his spirit-controlling space, which he could usually catch easily. But today was obviously different from usual; Little Fatty exerted so much effort that his whole body trembled slightly.

"This is so difficult... Could it be that he's really quite ill, or something's wrong with him?" Qin Ming's heart, which had just settled down, started racing again.

The next second, Little Fatty suddenly opened his eyes, pulled forward with all his might with both claws, and a silver rift opened in the air, from which a huge fish "squeezed" out.

No, that's no longer an ordinary "fish".

That was the largest version of the Glazed Spirit Carp that Qin Ming had ever seen in person!

Its body length is longer than Little Fatty's diameter, and its entire body flows with seven-colored light. Its scales reflect a glass-like luster under the light.

It fluttered on the table, each slap sending up tiny water droplets and faint spiritual energy fluctuations. Qin Ming subconsciously turned around to check if he had locked the door.

Lingyu and Xiaopang, one oval and the other perfectly round, are clearly from the same family in terms of body shape.

"Ha...ha...I'm exhausted..." Little Fatty slumped on the table, panting heavily, but his eyes were noticeably brighter than before, even flashing with a hint of satisfaction. "Boss, shall we go to the cafeteria for lunch?"

Qin Ming slapped his forehead, speechless, and said, "Wait a minute, go after you've finished your test. Besides, the chef needs time to cook, so we'll have Keda deliver it to the cafeteria and have the chef prepare it. Once you've finished your test, we can go over and eat something ready-made."

"Hmm...okay." Little Fatty lay down to rest again, his eyes brightening considerably, perhaps because he had something to look forward to.

Keda flapped its wing against its chest: "Quack! I'll wrap it up on the duck!"

With Qin Ming's help, he managed to pack up the still-throwing fish, and then flew out of the reception room, startling a large crowd of onlookers.

He shouldn't have been so ostentatious, but Qin Ming didn't care. He believed in the achievable flight speed and altitude.

After putting Little Fatty back into his spatial storage, he had just stepped out of the reception room when the loudspeaker announced: "Qin Ming, please proceed to consultation room number 2 for your follow-up appointment!"

Qin Ming strode towards consultation room number 2, pushed open the door, and was stunned by what he saw.

It was the same room, but the person there was no longer the female spirit healer.

Standing beside her was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark blue robe with gold trim, and a badge on his chest consisting of five overlapping leaves—a level five spiritual healer, who was considered a top expert in the academy.

The old man was followed by two young assistants, who were carrying devices that resembled portable testing instruments.

The way that female spirit healer looked at Little Fatty earlier... Qin Ming couldn't find a more suitable word to describe it; it was simply "sparkling," as if she had discovered a rare treasure.

Looking down at the increasingly energetic little chubby boy in his arms, Qin Ming was completely baffled.

His condition isn't some rare or serious illness. Judging from the current situation, it seems like he can recover even without treatment, so... is such a large-scale expert consultation really necessary?