On the Ark.

Comparing the little devil to a husky is actually a bit inaccurate; at least the little devil doesn't destroy things like a husky. On the contrary, it's quieter than most pets, just sitting in a beanbag chair eating bread, then staring blankly at the ceiling after finishing, never actively trying to talk to Lin Ye. However, whenever Lin Ye tries to sneak away, the little devil comes alive, clinging tightly to Lin Ye's trouser leg; it has to be said, the devil does possess some strength.

Lin Ye's trousers were already torn. And this was still a patient's gown from the medical room; he hoped Ansel wouldn't seek compensation.

"Thanks a lot."

Lin Ye turned his head and saw that Shanling was also sitting next to him, handing him a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you." Lin Ye took the teacup. "It wasn't anything difficult."

"Really? But why did you seem so exhausted and worn out before? Was taking care of Nightingale too draining for you?"

"No, I didn't do anything. Nightingale doesn't seem to need my care much, she just doesn't allow me to stray too far from her."

As for why I felt tormented and exhausted… duh! As a model young person of the new era, spending four whole hours in a state of blank staring without a phone or internet access—how could I not feel tormented and exhausted! Sigh, I really envy those shut-ins who can sit with their phones for an entire afternoon. All I can do is watch that devilish girl eat bread and space out, and then space out myself. Although that devilish girl does have a great figure and is very pretty, I get tired of looking at her after a few minutes. Tsk, next time there's a situation like this, I definitely need to bring my phone. A devilish girl is nowhere near as appealing as a phone.

I really envy those shut-ins who can play on their phones all day.

Of course, Lin Ye could not say these things to Nightingale.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about me. I was the same way when I was at the pet hospital,” Lin Ye said. “I once met a husky that was depressed because it had been constipated for too long. I stayed with it at the hospital for one night, and it was in good spirits the next day.”

Shining's expression was strange: "You mean Nightingale is a husky?"

Lin Ye realized that his analogy was a bit off and shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not, I was just using an analogy."

Shining wouldn't dwell on this issue with Lin Ye. She remained silent for a moment, then softly said, "Ansel has already given it to you, hasn't he?"

"Ok?"

“A tranquilizer,” Shining said. “It should be in your pocket.”

Lin Ye looked at Shanling with some surprise, then smiled: "So you knew all along."

Shining pointed to the camera above her head: "It's all clearly visible on the surveillance footage, and that new type of tranquilizer was brought to you by Ansel, which I asked."

"I see."

Lin Ye took the small medicine bottle out of his pocket. Ansel had given it to him three hours earlier when Nightingale wasn't looking. According to Ansel, if Nightingale took this, she would soon fall asleep. Lin Ye had agreed then, saying he would find a chance to feed it to Nightingale, and then put the bottle back in his pocket, only taking it out now.

"Why?" Shining asked. "You were clearly getting impatient, so why didn't you feed Nightingale? Given her level of trust in you, it shouldn't have been difficult."

“…It’s not that I’m impatient, I’m just a little bored. Next time, just bring your phone or a book.” Lin Ye fiddled with the medicine bottle in his hand. “You said it before, right? Sedatives are harmful to Nightingale’s body.”

“But this bottle is diluted,” Shining said. “The previous tranquilizer was to put Nightingale into a dormant state, but this bottle will only help her get a good night’s sleep. I told you before, she just woke up from her dormant state, and her mental state is still a bit unstable…”

Lin Ye interrupted Shining, "You'll naturally fall asleep when you're tired of playing."

"Ok?"

"I mean, they'll naturally want to sleep when they're tired from playing," Lin Ye said. "It's like cats. How to get a cat that likes to be active at night to sleep peacefully at night is something many cat owners want to know. Actually, the answer is very simple: just play with it for a few hours before bedtime. When it's tired from playing, it will naturally fall asleep."

Shining paused for a moment, then asked, "Is this how a veterinarian should speak?"

Lin Ye said with a serious face, "No, this is what a seasoned cat owner would say."

"Pet owner?" Shining had never heard of this term before. "Was this your job before you became a veterinarian in Chernobog? Zilan told me that your past is quite complicated."

"Uh." Lin Ye scratched his head, unsure how to answer. "I guess so."

“Don’t be nervous. Everyone has a past they don’t want others to know. You are, and so am I,” Shining said. “If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t force you to reveal your past, human.”

Lin Ye fell silent.

This is a very serious topic, so why does it sound so silly?

Shining was also watching Lin Ye's changing expressions.

Yes, it's true that he doesn't want people to know about his past; he's someone with a story.

She got it.

Lin Ye felt that if this topic continued, it would be difficult to end, so he quickly changed the subject: "You just said that this sedative was diluted and wouldn't it harm Nightingale's body?"

"Nearly."

"Basic?"

"99.9%."

"Well, it's still about 0.1%." Lin Ye returned the tranquilizer to Shanling. "I've always felt that it's better to take as few tranquilizers as possible. Look, she's sleeping quite well now, isn't she?"

"...She is lucky to have met you."

Lin Ye smiled and said, "Don't say that. I think I'm very lucky. She helped me prove some important things."

Shining smiled and then said, "If I remember correctly, today should be considered your first day at Rhodes Island."

"He's just an intern."

“You’ve done a good job as an intern.” Shining stood up. “In a couple of days, the teams that went out to work will be coming back one after another. Your work will probably be even harder then, but good luck, Dr. Lin.”

Just as Shining was about to leave the room, Lin Ye called out to her.

"What's wrong?" Shining turned to look at Lin Ye. "As for Nightingale, let her sleep here. Ansel and I will take care of her. You can go back and rest."

Lin Ye looked at Shanling, a hesitant expression on his face.

Of course, this is something that is very difficult to talk about.

After all, he was a virile young man with a beautiful young woman lying on his lap; it was impossible for him not to have some reaction, especially since he couldn't even stand up right now...

So why do demons have horns?

You've poked a nerve, you bastard!

I have no feeling in my lower body.

Otherwise, he would have left long ago.

Of course, what I had to say was, "If I move too much by myself, I might wake the nightingale, and that wouldn't be good."

Shining slightly opened her mouth, then smiled: "That's why I say, Nightingale is very lucky."

Chapter Thirty-One: Even if you're a demon, you still need to take your medicine! (Part 1)

Rhode Island, 8:32 AM, Reception Room 3A.

It was a bright and sunny day, with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sitting by the window, sipping black tea and glancing at a magazine, Zilan was somewhat absent-minded. She kept glancing at her watch, then slightly gritting her teeth. A psychologist, who was starting his first day of work, was over half an hour late. This greatly displeased Zilan, a former fashion magazine editor who firmly believed "time is money." Although the psychologist had performed admirably yesterday, Zilan was determined to use her position as a senior colleague and superior to teach him the importance of time!

What kind of author is someone who doesn't even have a sense of time?

Zilan thought to herself, then realized something was wrong; she seemed to have mixed things up. She was clearly no longer a magazine editor, and no longer needed to chase after those lazy editors for submissions.

So we need to rephrase it.

And shouldn't a doctor have a better sense of time than the author?!

As Zilan was thinking this, the door opened, and she immediately lowered her head, pretending to read a magazine, before saying indifferently, "Being late on the first day of work isn't very good."

Yes, that's the kind of nonchalant tone you need to use to make the other person feel ashamed.

Sure enough, the other party apologized with shame: "I'm sorry, I was held up by some things, so I'm a little late."

“As a doctor,” Zilan slowly closed the book, then looked up, “what could possibly make you… uh, Nightingale?”

Zilan was stunned.

Because standing in front of her was Lin Ye, who looked disheveled and embarrassed, and Nightingale, who was holding Lin Ye's clothes with one hand and taking small bites of a pineapple bun with the other.

……

Lin Ye felt that Rhodes Island was indeed somewhat incompatible with him; since arriving there, he hadn't encountered many pleasant things. He had originally thought that after resolving the Nightingale issue, his work and life should go much smoother.

But it turns out he was overthinking things.

Since today was his first day of work, Lin Ye decided last night to get a good rest and embrace his new identity—a Rhodes Island Psychological Counselor (Intern)—with a fresh perspective. Jumping from veterinarian to psychologist, there are probably only a handful of people in the world who could do that, and Lin Ye felt his prestige had suddenly increased several levels. Moreover, the thought of his future counselors being beautiful animal-eared girls filled him with a small thrill.

It was this slight excitement that prevented him from falling asleep easily in bed.

In other words, I couldn't fall asleep smoothly, which resulted in me being unable to sleep almost all night.

Ansel started grinding his teeth again while he was asleep.

Heaven knows why rabbits love to gnaw on their teeth so much, gnawing on them every night. Won't they wear their teeth down? And he doesn't understand how Ansel manages to gnaw on his teeth with such rhythm. Is this what they call practice makes perfect?

As a result, Lin Ye, whose mental state was not very good to begin with, had poor sleep quality and felt dizzy when he woke up in the morning.

Even so, he would never be late. After all, he hadn't slept well every night in Chernobog, and Lin Ye had gotten used to it. As long as he washed his face with cold water, he could go to work looking presentable again. If it weren't for a phone call from the medical room, he would have been sitting in the reception room at 7:30, smiling at Zilan who arrived later: "Good morning, what a lovely day."

But that phone call, that call that started with "Dr. Lin, come quickly, Nightingale is out of control," summoned him directly from his dormitory to Nightingale's residence.

He then discovered that Shining, having been without rest for so long and having guarded Nightingale all night, had gone to sleep. However, as soon as Shining left, Nightingale woke up and showed extreme aversion and aggression towards the other operators. In the past, this situation would have been resolved by using forceful medication to calm Nightingale down, but that wouldn't work now. Shining had clearly stated that she couldn't continue using neurotoxins on Nightingale, leaving the medics somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, Shining left behind a new "medicine," which was a note with a phone number written on it.

"Just call this number when there's no other way," Shining told the others. After saying that, she went to rest. She hadn't slept for a day and two nights because of Nightingale. Although the Sarkaz's physical abilities far surpassed those of other races, the medical operators didn't want her to overwork herself, so they dialed the phone number Shining had left, just to give it a try.

Yes, that phone number naturally belongs to Lin Ye.

Thus, Lin Ye, who should have appeared in Rhodes Island's reception room as a highly prestigious psychological counselor, ended up only appearing in Nightingale's ward.

Upon seeing him, the nightingale immediately fell silent.

Upon seeing this, the medical staff exclaimed, "Dr. Lin, you're even more effective than XX drug!"

"Yeah, he's practically a walking drug!"

So, the final result was that Mr. Lin Ye, the walking XX medicine master, brought Nightingale, who should have been a demon but was incredibly cowardly, to the reception room, and even brought pineapple buns that the medical staff had kindly given him to calm Nightingale down.

"Nightingale, why did you bring her out?!" Zilan immediately stood up from her chair.

Hearing Zilan's voice, Nightingale turned and glanced at her, a hint of panic in her eyes, before hiding behind Lin Ye. This surprised Zilan even more, astonished that Nightingale merely hid from her without taking any other drastic action. The reason Nightingale had been repeatedly forced into hibernation was because she would exhibit powerful aggression due to intense unease when she saw strangers. Although Nightingale was different from Shining—Shining was a demon disguised as a healer and a swordsman—Nightingale was a true healer, lacking such formidable combat abilities.

Therefore, her attacks are unlikely to harm others, but they can easily harm herself, because her spirit is already as fragile as thin ice.

“That’s why I’m late,” Lin Ye sighed. “The medical staff noticed that her mental state had stabilized a lot, especially when she was with me, so they decided to let Nightingale come with me and spend a day in an unfamiliar environment to see how she reacts…”

Zilan frowned deeply: "Nonsense! Nightingale's mind has only just stabilized. Even if we were to conduct such an experiment, we should wait until the time is more opportune."

"...I had no choice. This was the result of their discussion, and they even gave me a task, saying it was a commission they gave me on my first day in office."

"A mission? What mission?"

Lin Ye sighed and took out a medicine bottle.