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

Before Qin Ming could offer any further explanation, the other spirit healers had already focused their attention on the chubby boy.

Experienced healers can discern a great deal of information simply by looking at a person's posture, eyes, carapace luster, breathing frequency, and even subtle characteristics of psychic energy fluctuations.

Qin Ming looked down at the chubby little guy in his arms and, to be honest, the little guy didn't seem to be in good condition again. He lay there motionless, his front paws twitching slightly, his eyelids drooping, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment.

But accompanied by the lingering, wistful voice in his mind—

"Boss, that fish was really strong. Catching it must have been exhausting... Now that I think about it, braised would be good, steamed would be fine too, or maybe half and half?"

What else could Qin Ming say? His lips twitched slightly as he tried to maintain the worried expression on his face.

Compared to an hour ago, Xiao Pang's mental state has indeed improved significantly. At least he can transmit his voice clearly and still thinks about food.

However, his physical condition was not good, and he had obvious symptoms of muscle weakness.

Unsuspecting bystanders might reasonably interpret this state of "mental excitement but physical weakness" as "a brief period of excitement after the body has saved itself in a crisis."

So apart from the composed old man, the young assistants all looked quite solemn.

The female spirit healer who had previously treated Qin Ming wore her anxiety on her face, worried that her previous decision to "observe and wait" might have delayed the treatment.

"Mentor, these are the previous detection data images and the real-time monitoring curves."

The female healer quickly brought up a holographic projection, where blue light intertwined in the air to form a complex three-dimensional chart. "From a peak of B+ forty-seven minutes ago, to a natural drop to B- within an hour, it seems to be continuing to decline... but the symptoms on the body surface appear to be recurring."

The elderly man arrived in a hurry, and she only had time to give a general overview of the situation. In contrast, an experienced mentor often only needs a few key data points to grasp the overall picture.

But now, even she herself is starting to have doubts and anxieties about her previous judgment.

The old man put on the monocle hanging around his neck and carefully examined the data stream. After a moment, he nodded: "Check it again, with a full scan. Listen to the bell, do me a favor."

As he finished speaking, a spirit beast in the shape of a wind chime silently appeared above the examination table.

She is made of translucent crystal, with pale golden light slowly rotating inside, and makes a crisp but not harsh sound when gently shaken.

"Listen to the Bell" is a telepathic auxiliary spirit that can establish a direct conscious bridge between patients and medical staff, avoiding misjudgments caused by unclear language.

"Child, relax." The old man's voice was gentle, and a soft halo seemed to emanate from the bell. "How are you feeling now? If you feel unwell, you can tell us, and we will do our best to help you."

Little Fatty raised his head and blinked.

Then a crystal-clear response echoed in Qin Ming's mind—

"The turtle wants to eat..."

"He's a little hungry!" Qin Ming quickly interrupted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "We'll go out to eat in a bit, this should be fine, right?"

There was a two-second silence in the consultation room.

The gazes of several healers fell simultaneously on the chubby boy's round body, thick carapace, and his weak yet still yearning eyes.

"...It's alright, having an appetite is a good thing." The old man coughed lightly, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes. "Since the body's basic functions are normal, shall we do a simple visual test next?"

Another young assistant had already brought up a rapidly flashing holographic pattern.

The spirit beast visual test chart is composed of countless overlapping and changing geometric shapes and biological outlines, and refreshes thirty frames per second. Normal spirit beasts can recognize three to five clear forms from it.

For patients with sensory disturbances, this test can often directly reflect the degree of impairment in their visual processing ability.

Why not use instruments to read the data directly? Because instrument data is still fluctuating, while multiple verifications and cross-comparisons follow rigorous principles.

The pattern started flashing.

Qin Ming squinted, feeling a dizzying turbulence of light and shadow before his eyes, unable to see anything clearly. The images flashed too fast, like the static on a broken television screen.

Little Fatty suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"fish!"

He blurted it out, his voice weak but carrying a certain certainty.

Qin Ming: "...?" What kind of fish? Where did this fish come from?

Perhaps because Qin Ming's facial expressions were too easy to understand, the young assistant beside him thoughtfully explained in a low voice, "The test image library generally contains silhouettes of various common spirit beasts. Because your spirit beast is registered as a water-type mutant, the system automatically matched more aquatic creature patterns... fish will appear more frequently."

That's so "right to treat".

Qin Ming looked at the chubby boy—he had slowly raised his neck, stretched his head, and stared intently at the flickering light and shadow.

Even with sore eyes, he wouldn't blink, his focus as if he were deciphering some life code.

As for whether you feel dizzy or not? That's alright.

"How many fish were there in the sequence of images just now?" the old man continued to ask, his voice steady.

Little Fatty was silent for a few seconds, seemingly recalling and calculating.

"Seven or more," he answered cautiously, "with no upper limit."

When the young assistant heard "7 points," he was already ready to tick the test form—a normal spirit beast would be considered excellent if it could recognize 5-8 clear outlines. But the phrase "no upper limit" made his hand pause, and the pen tip hovered over the paper.

"Tell me more about it?" the old man asked with great interest.

"Two of them are adult female Crystal Carp, with the distribution of aura on their abdomens indicating they are pregnant. In an environment rich in spiritual energy, this type of fish can lay 200 eggs in one litter. The hatching rate varies depending on water temperature, water quality, and spiritual energy concentration, and is usually between 60% and 85%..."

There are also three juvenile striped swordfish, less than half the length of an adult, but their tail fins already show the beginnings of speed-type spirit patterns...

Half of a silver carp's tail flashed in the corner; judging from the luster of its scales, it must have regenerated after being injured and falling off..."

Little Fatty spoke eloquently, his voice gradually becoming clearer and more stable, even carrying a kind of professional enthusiasm.

Silence fell again in the consultation room.

The only sounds were the regular "beep" of the instruments and the crisp sound of the bells swaying slightly.

Qin Ming quietly turned his head to look at the main monitoring instrument.

On the screen, the rating number representing "perceptual disorder" is changing slowly but steadily—jumping from "B-" to "C+".

It's confirmed.

Little Fatty was indeed healing himself, and at a speed far exceeding the norm. Qin Ming suddenly realized that he might have been overly concerned.

Thinking about it carefully, the overload of the senses of a space-type spirit beast is roughly equivalent to a water-type spirit beast getting a little "swollen" after soaking in water for a long time - although it is uncomfortable, it is not a structural injury in essence, and it can recover on its own with some time.

The problem is... how do we end this?