On the Ark.

"No, don't talk nonsense."

“You’ve already put the medicine here,” said White Owl. “Don’t be shy. Operator White Owl is also a doctor. If you’re not feeling well, Operator White Owl can take a look at you. You don’t need to take any medicine randomly.”

“…I already told you I’m fine, this bottle of medicine was an accident,” Lin Ye said. “Besides, I’m a doctor, okay?”

"But I heard that you only perform sterilization surgery."

Lin Ye was furious: "Nonsense, how could I only know how to sterilize!"

I can also trim the cat's nails, bathe the cat, vaccinate the cat, and deworm the cat!

He had intended to say that, but then felt it would sound too weak, so he held back: "Fine, it's work time, I won't argue with you."

White Owl said, "Operator White Owl thinks you don't have much to do whether you go to work or not."

"Please don't talk nonsense. I also have a lot of work to do."

Lin Ye was a little annoyed. Why did he agree to let the white-faced owl be his assistant in the first place? Now it seemed that this white owl could do nothing but annoy him, and its brain was... right.

He suddenly remembered something, then looked up at White Owl: "White Owl, I remember you told me before that your brain nerves were compressed by the Originium Virus, which is why your brain is not... cough cough, there are some abnormalities, right?"

The white-faced owl nodded: "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Lin Ye pondered for a moment and said, "Why not remove the Originium virus from the brain?"

The white-faced owl looked at Lin Ye with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "Because there is no such technology, there are currently no drugs on the market that can do this."

It seems the white-faced owl was unaware of the existence of "L-type".

Lin Ye thought to himself that the current "L-type" could only devour a limited amount of virus, far from enough to cure patients. But if it were used on critical areas, wouldn't it be able to do many things? For example, the head of the white-faced owl and the legs of the nightingale were both compressed by the virus. If "L-type" could clear the virus from these two areas, wouldn't the white-faced owl's head and the nightingale's legs return to normal?

Thinking of this, Lin Ye suddenly felt much happier, and then smiled at the white-faced owl and said, "Alright, let's get to work."

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Author's Note: +0 chapters owed, -1 chapters owed, 20 chapters still owed. By the way, regarding the illustration, this illustration was finished several months ago but wasn't released until today. As for the original artwork, I've put it in the book club group; those who want it can join the group to get it. If you don't want to join the group, you can wait a few days; the artist, Biange, will post it on his Weibo and Pixiv. Unlike the previous two Girls' Frontline illustrations, I didn't have him add a watermark this time; as long as it's not used commercially, it's fine.

It would look pretty good as wallpaper.

Chapter 409 A patient even more seriously ill than Liz

After Skadi left, Lin Ye enjoyed a rare period of leisure.

Since there wasn't much to do, he just went to work, clocked in, and exercised in the evenings as Skadi had instructed. The day would pass by in no time. For the first few days, Lin Ye could chat with the White Owl who came to work on time every day, but when the work in the medical department got heavier, Himer came to Lin Ye's place and took the White Owl back.

So Lin Ye's daily work reverted to staring blankly at the empty office, occasionally picking up a couple of psychology books to pass the time, or simply sleeping until the afternoon. Although somewhat boring, it was undeniably very comfortable, and Lin Ye quite liked this kind of life. The only downside was that Warfarin would drag him over every few days to draw blood, and the amount of blood drawn each time was increasing, leaving Lin Ye feeling constantly drained.

On this day, Lin Ye was arrested again.

"Enough! Enough!" Lin Ye shouted, watching the blood rising from the blood collection tube. "If they keep drawing blood like that, I'm going to die!"

Warfarin pulled out the syringe, frowning slightly in displeasure: "I'm telling you, you're a grown man, why do you yell so loudly every time you have your blood drawn?"

Lin Ye quickly pressed the wound with a cotton swab, then said irritably, "If I don't yell louder, you won't stop at all, okay?"

"Hey, are you the expert in this field, or am I?" Warfarin said. "Would I intentionally hurt you? How could I? I've lived for hundreds of years, and I know that killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is a bad idea."

They've gone so far as to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs... So, in Warfarin's eyes, he's just a chicken?

Lin Ye complained inwardly, but said aloud, "You draw blood so often that I'm dizzy every day, and I can't concentrate on my work."

"What kind of jobs do you still have?" Warfarin said while packing up the blood collection equipment. "I already told Kal'tsit that I don't want to assign you any more jobs, and Kal'tsit agreed."

Lin Ye's lips twitched slightly.

No wonder he's been so free lately! It turns out he's been used as a furnace by Warfarin and Kal'tsit. Wait, is it a bit inappropriate to describe himself as a furnace?

Hua Falin looked at Lin Ye, who was deep in thought, and assumed that he was still worried about her health. So she hummed softly, then pulled over a notepad, scribbled a few lines on it, and handed it to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously took it: "What is this?"

“The menu. Go to the cafeteria and give this menu to the head chef. Let him customize a special set meal for you,” Warfarin said. “Aren’t you worried about not getting enough nutrition? Then eat this, and I guarantee you’ll be full of energy every day.”

"Replenish, replenish nutrition?"

“Yes,” Warfarin nodded, then counted on her fingers, “This menu of mine is very comprehensive; it can help you replenish your blood, nourish your kidneys, and also…”

"Alright, alright." Lin Ye couldn't help but interrupt Warfarin, thinking that this hundreds-of-years-old "old monster's" thought process was equally incomprehensible. "I don't want this thing."

As he spoke, he quietly put the note into his pocket.

“Seriously, this won’t do,” Lin Ye said, expressing his frustration. “I don’t want to just be a blood-collecting tool.”

“What? Isn’t it good?” Warfarin said. “You don’t have to do anything. You just come here every few days to have your blood drawn, and you get such a large salary. Isn’t that great? So many people want this kind of job. If your blood wasn’t so special, they wouldn’t be looking for you.”

"That's not the issue..."

“What kind of problem is that? On a grand scale, this could save all of humanity.” Warfarin chatted with Lin Ye while starting her experiment. “On a smaller scale, didn’t you want Liz to recover? You’re helping Liz now, and Ifrit too.”

Warfarin's words left Lin Ye speechless, as they were arguably on the highest moral ground. However, even so, he didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a useless blood-collecting tool, so he asked, "How much longer will it take you to develop it?"

"Your question really makes it hard for me to believe you're a medical researcher," Warfarin glanced at Lin Ye. "Who do you think can say for sure about something like this?"

Lin Ye took out the "Type L" reagent that Warfarin had given him earlier and asked, "Then why did you give this to me?"

"Tsk, you finally couldn't help asking, huh?" Warfarin put down the experimental equipment in her hands, then turned her head and looked at Lin Ye with interest. "I thought you'd hold it in for a long time."

Lin Ye wasn't joking and said directly, "You said before that 'Type L' is not mature yet, and there are still many problems that haven't been solved. If it's forcibly used on people, there's a high chance it will cause them to die due to rejection, right?"

“Yes.” Warfarin nodded.

"Then why are you giving it to me?" Lin Ye asked. "You're not thinking of it as a souvenir, are you?"

“You’re not wrong to think that way, because it is indeed quite memorable,” Warfarin said with a smile. “The bottle in your hand is the first one I ever made; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it’s worthy of being recorded in history. As a souvenir, it would be nice for me to keep it, but I’ve never been interested in such empty fame, so I’ll give it to you.”

"...Do you think I would be interested?"

“You don’t have to treat it as a souvenir, because it’s essentially medicine, and medicine should be used where it’s needed,” Warfarin said slowly, her eyes half-closed. “Do you know that Rhine Lab has a department called the ‘Trial Drug Department’?”

Lin Ye shook his head: "Never heard of it."

“Then let me tell you about it,” Warfarin said. “The job of this department is actually very simple. They search all over the world for patients with late-stage Oripathy and then ask them, ‘We have a new drug here that you can use for free. After using this new drug, you have an 80% chance of surviving, but there is also a 20% chance of dying directly. Are you willing to come?’”

Lin Ye's heart sank: "Will anyone come?"

“You should ask, will anyone refuse?” Warfarin smiled. “I can tell you definitively that virtually no one will refuse. And most people know very well that the cure rate is definitely not as high as the 80% that Rhine Labs people claim; the mortality rate is more likely to be that high. But even so, there are still very few people who can refuse that 20% cure rate.”

Lin Ye fell silent. However, he understood the reason behind it. After all, the mortality rate of Oripathy was 100%, and a 20% cure rate... let alone 20%, even 2% would be enough to make desperate late-stage patients flock to it.

“Using unstable new drugs directly in human trials can indeed greatly improve efficiency.” Warfarin shrugged. “That’s why Rhine Life Sciences is able to launch so many new drugs, because they have plenty of people to be their guinea pigs.”

Lin Ye looked at the "L-type" in his hand and suddenly understood Warfarin's meaning, so he said in a deep voice, "Could it be that you..."

"Stop, don't continue," Warfarin said with a smile. "I'm giving you this potion just as a souvenir, nothing more. Don't misunderstand. You see, Amiya and Kal'tsit are very clear against using unstable new drugs directly on humans, and I can't possibly use these operators on the island as test subjects, can I? If I did, Kal'tsit would definitely kill me."

Warfarin's tone was very relaxed, but Lin Ye's mood was anything but relaxed. He understood what Warfarin meant, so he didn't respond immediately, but simply looked at her, waiting for her to speak. And Warfarin wasn't the type to beat around the bush, and after a moment, she indeed spoke.

“Okay, okay, I have to admit I had that thought in mind a little bit,” Warfarin said. “It’s unlikely I’ll leave Rhodes Island, but it’s different for you. This new drug definitely can’t be used on the island until all the problems are solved, but if it’s off the island, nobody can stop you.”

Lin Ye said, "You previously said not to expose this new drug."

"Yes, so it still depends on you," Warfarin said with a smile. "That bottle of medicine is just an experimental product in my hands, but in your hands, it might become much more interesting. I'm looking forward to it, Lin Ye."

Lin Ye was speechless. Warfarin had already made herself so clear; if he still didn't understand, he'd be a fool.

At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind: Warfarin, who had lived for hundreds of years, truly possessed a moral compass far beyond that of ordinary people. He suddenly realized what Warfarin and Kal'tsit meant by "that method" that day—it was "human experimentation." Warfarin wanted to use human experimentation to improve the efficiency of new drug development.

But Kal'tsit would never agree, because this was Rhodes Island, not Rhine Labs. If the people on the island found out, the consequences would be unimaginable. However, even after being rejected by Kal'tsit, Warfarin still didn't give up, which is why she secretly gave "L-type" to Lin Ye.

What she couldn't do under Kal'tsit's surveillance, Lin Ye could do.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye took a deep breath and was about to speak when Warfarin stopped him again.

"As I said, I gave you that bottle of medicine only so you could keep it as a souvenir; how you use it is up to you," Warfarin said with a smile. "By the way, you probably don't have much to do lately, right?"

The topic suddenly shifted, and Lin Ye frowned: "What's wrong?"

“If you have nothing better to do, how about you help me take care of someone?” Warfarin said. “You seem to have quite a bit of experience in this area.”

"Why bring this up all of a sudden..."

"I told you that day, didn't I?" Warfarin interrupted Lin Ye. "There are quite a few people on the island whose Oripathy is more severe than Liz's."

Lin Ye was stunned.

"That poor kid is going to die any day now."

Warfarin grabbed another sticky note, scribbled a few words on it, and then tossed it to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye took it, glanced at it, and found that it said "Eyjafjalla".

"This is her name. If I remember correctly, today is the day she is to return to the island," Warfarin said calmly. "She should be having a medical check-up at the medical department right now. You can go and see her. If she is still alive, then she should be there."

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Author's Note: I've seen that many readers want to read about Little Sheep, so I'll write about her. I got Little Sheep a while ago, but I never thought about writing about her because her face always reminded me of Somi from the brothel... So I only looked at her background information today.

Chapter 410 Eyjafjalla (3K)

After leaving Warfarin's research lab, Lin Ye went directly to the medical department.

After all, Warfarin had already made his point clear, and he genuinely wanted to see what a patient with a more serious condition than Liz looked like. He couldn't understand why someone with Liz's condition could still go out to work, given that it was already difficult for her to leave Rhodes Island.

Today, the operator on duty in the medical department is still a familiar face; it was Sussuro, who went to Kjerag as Rhodes Island's representative.

"Dr. Lin?" Susuluo looked up at Lin Ye. "Did you come to see Miss Liz again? But Miss Liz isn't here."

"No," Lin Ye shook his head. "I'm here to take care of other things."

Saying that Sussuro is a familiar face in the medical department isn't entirely accurate. Because Lin Ye frequently visits the medical department, he knows every single one of the operators, so you could say they're all familiar faces. Although this isn't Lin Ye's workplace, he feels an absolute familiarity with it, like it's home.

"Other matters?" Su Sulu tilted her head. "Business or personal matters?"

"Hmm, is this considered official business?"

"Official business?" Su Suluo was a little surprised. "You actually have official business to attend to? I thought you were here to find someone to go to the cafeteria with you again."

Lin Ye: "..."

So, without anyone noticing, his image of slacking off has become deeply ingrained in people's minds?