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

The way the healers looked at Little Fatty had completely changed. They no longer regarded him as a "patient," but as if they were observing some rare natural phenomenon, or... an unpolished treasure.

The old man slowly removed his monocle and gently wiped it with a soft cloth. His eyes, which had witnessed countless difficult cases, were sharp as knives, yet possessed a gentleness unique to elders.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Qin Ming and Little Fatty, finally settling on Qin Ming's face.

"Child, your spirit beast is probably more than just a 'water-type mutant,' isn't it?"

Qin Ming's heart tightened.

Little Fatty was still savoring the moment and underestimating the situation: "Just now, in frame 47, the outline of a 'Rainbow Ray' mentioned in an ancient book flashed by. Although it only lasted 0.3 seconds, the dorsal fin pattern was very clear... Who made this recipe? They have great taste."

Such a logical answer speaks volumes.

The fact that such severe symptoms of disorder can show a significant tendency to heal themselves within an hour is beyond the simple explanation of "gifted talent".

The female healer took a deep breath and looked at her mentor: "Do we need to request advanced access? Also, regarding the data on the natural recovery curve..."

"No rush." ​​The old man raised his hand to stop her, his gaze still fixed on Qin Ming. "Qin Ming, if it's convenient, could you explain the reason for your guess? Judging from your expression, you don't seem surprised."

Qin Ming's brain was working at lightning speed.

说实话？

Qin Ming's concerns were quite evident, and the old man added, "Please rest assured, we have signed confidentiality agreements here and will not disclose the patients' information."

"Please use your access privileges to view Xiao Pang's information; it might be helpful. I'm still figuring it out myself," Qin Ming replied cautiously.

The old man actually had enough authority, but Qin Ming's level of confidentiality exceeded his expectations, and the various procedures and reviews required time.

Old Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled. There was a hint of helplessness in that smile, but mostly understanding.

"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you." He waved his hand and turned to Linglan. "Pack all the data from today, raise the encryption level to A, and send it to me directly. For external records, write... um, 'Water-type mutated turtle, slight sensory overload, has recovered on its own.'"

"Mentor!" Linglan exclaimed urgently, "Such a precious research sample—"

"Sample?" Old Zhou interrupted her, his voice suddenly becoming stern. "This is the patient, Lily of the Valley. Remember the oath we took—the well-being of the patient is above all research value."

The female healer immediately lowered her head: "...Yes, mentor."

"Besides," Old Zhou's tone softened, his gaze returning to Little Fatty, "some secrets are not necessarily a good thing to reveal too early. Especially for children who are still growing up."

The last sentence was spoken very softly, but Qin Ming understood the protective meaning behind it.

He held the chubby boy in his arms and bowed deeply to Old Zhou, saying, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," Old Zhou waved his hand, taking out an elegant spirit-patterned business card from his white coat pocket. "Take this. If your spirit beast encounters a similar situation again, or... if you discover any other issues that require consultation, feel free to contact me."

The business card had a warm, smooth feel to it, and the material resembled jade but wasn't. The front featured Zhou Lao's name and a five-leaf badge pattern, while the back had a flowing spiritual code—an encrypted channel leading directly to his private communications.

Qin Ming carefully took it and put it away close to his body.

"As for the cost," Old Zhou glanced at the still-running instruments on the examination table, "all the tests today will be charged to my research project. You can leave now."

Qin Ming took the business card and carefully put it away. He picked up the chubby little boy who was already impatiently patting his arm with his paws, and bowed to the several spirit healers: "Thank you, teachers."

"Go eat quickly," Old Zhou smiled, his gaze falling on Little Fatty. "He does look hungry."

Qin Ming felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly walked out of the consultation room.

He carried the little chubby boy through the corridor, where sunlight streamed in through the glass curtain wall, warm and inviting.

Little Fatty stirred in his arms, his voice clear: "Boss, the fish should have arrived by now, right? Keda is always reliable, I'm just worried that Chef Liu's pot isn't big enough and he'll ruin the turtle's fish!"

Qin Ming looked down at his eyes, which had regained their sparkle and were even somewhat overly bright, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Why are you running?"

He ruffled the little fat boy's hair. "Weren't you just so weak that your paws were twitching?"

"But that can't interfere with mealtimes!" Little Fatty argued confidently. "The turtle is currently full of energy but physically empty, and desperately needs to replenish itself!"

"...Alright then."

Qin Ming shook his head, but the corners of his mouth remained turned up.

He walked out of the medical center building and headed towards the cafeteria.

The chubby little boy in his arms had already started muttering about whether or not to add another fish head soup, while Qin Ming's thoughts drifted back to the consultation room they had just been in.

Old Zhou's last meaningful look...

And that business card.

"It seems the days ahead won't be too peaceful," he muttered to himself.

Little Fatty looked up: "What did you say, boss? Are we at the cafeteria?"

"...Not yet, wait another five minutes."

"Five minutes! The turtle's belly is already starting to miss that Crystal Spirit Carp!"

Qin Ming smiled and quickened his pace.

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Inside the consultation room, however, the atmosphere was far from relaxed.

Lily of the Valley traced the slowly changing curves with her fingers. The red line, representing the degree of perceptual disorder, had dropped to C- and was stabilizing.

"Mentor, his self-repair rate..." Lily hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"It's 5.3 times the normal value," Old Zhou said calmly, stating the precise figure, "and it's still rising. If this trend continues, the disorder level will reach zero in at most two hours."

Linglan couldn't hold back any longer: "Mentor, if this self-healing ability can be reproduced, even if only partially... the wounded trapped in the Mirror Abyss could be saved!"

"I know," Old Zhou interrupted her, his voice unusually weary. "I know better than any of you. I witnessed it all back then..."

He sighed and didn't say anything more.

Turning around, he walked to the window and watched the boy carry the spirit beast away. His fingers gently caressed the five-leaf badge.

"Space-based... I'm afraid there are more than that."

He whispered to his disciple beside him, "Lily of the Valley, retrieve the files of this year's new students in the special training camp, and set the security level to the highest level that I can access."

"Yes, Professor, what do you think of him...?"

"It's too early to say," Old Zhou said with a distant gaze, "but one thing is certain—that child and his spirit beast will bring us many surprises."

The sunlight outside the window was just right, falling on the old man's gray hair and casting a faint halo.