I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

Soon, a familiar figure stumbled out from around the corner of the corridor.

"Amiya! Wait for me! I haven't finished my work yet!"

As the doctor ran, she waved her arms, her oversized hooded jacket billowing up and down with her movements, revealing her slender legs encased in black stockings.

Just as the Doctor was about to pass by Vishdel, a hand suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed the back of her coat collar.

Chapter 116 Doctor: Kal'tsit is an old woman, I'm telling you!

"Hello, Doctor."

Vishdel's voice carried a lazy, teasing tone, "Running so fast, rushing to be reincarnated?"

"Whoa!"

The Doctor was pulled so hard he almost fell over. "It's Vishdel...you scared me to death! Let go, Amiya's going to get far away!"

"Why are you looking for her? Look for me."

Vishdel released his grip, blocking the Doctor's path, and looked down at the commander who was much shorter than him. "Take me to Kal'tsit. I have something to ask her."

Upon hearing the name "Kal'tsit," the Doctor's face instantly fell, and he exuded an aura of resistance.

"Looking for her? Can't you go by yourself?"

The doctor muttered under his breath, "I don't want to see that old woman. Every time I see her, nothing good ever comes of it. I either get scolded or given a ton of endless work."

The air was still at the next corner of the corridor.

Kal'tsit was standing there, her hand gripping Amiya's slender wrist. The grip wasn't strong, but the icy temperature emanating from her palm made Amiya unable to move.

Her eyes were lowered, as if she were saying something to Amiya.

Just then, the doctor's clear "old woman" drifted down the corridor.

Kal'tsit stopped moving.

She gripped Amiya's fingers, instinctively tightening her grip for a moment.

Amiya could clearly feel the force. She looked up at Kal'tsit and saw that the other's face was still expressionless, but the air pressure around her suddenly dropped.

Vishdel appeared around the corner, and just as she was about to speak, she saw Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit raised her other hand and gestured for her to be quiet, her eyes indicating that she should continue.

Vishdale immediately understood, and the curve of his lips became even more playful.

The Doctor was completely oblivious to this. Seeing that Vishdale remained silent, she assumed he was hesitating, so she leaned closer to Vishdale's ear and continued to complain in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? Don't you usually hate her too? I heard everything, like 'pretentious old woman,' 'always has a deadpan face,' you were even worse than me! Why aren't you saying anything today? Come on, join me in cursing her!"

Vishdale's signature white ahoge (cowlick) stood up instantly.

She abruptly took a step back, creating a safe distance of three meters between herself and the doctor, her expression instantly shifting from playful to unprecedentedly serious and upright.

"What nonsense are you spouting!?"

Vishdel's voice suddenly rose, filled with righteous indignation, "How could I, Vishdel, as Rhodes Island's most loyal special operations operator, possibly slander the highly respected Dr. Kal'tsit behind her back!"

"Let me tell you, Doctor! I will always be Dr. Kal'tsit's most steadfast supporter! I will always stand by Dr. Kal'tsit's side! Your behavior of speaking ill of others behind their backs is utterly despicable!"

"what?"

The doctor was completely stunned. She reached out and touched Vishdale's forehead with some confusion. "You don't have a fever, so why are you suddenly talking nonsense?"

"Get your dirty hands off!"

Vishdel slapped the Doctor's hand away and actually made a chop-like motion with his hand, staring sharply at her. "I'm warning you, if you dare say another bad word about Dr. Kal'tsit, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The doctor was dumbfounded.

She looked at her best friend who had suddenly "betrayed" her, and for a moment her mind was blank.

What... what happened? Did Vishdale take the wrong medicine today?

Just as the doctor was pondering, a cold, crisp voice, devoid of any emotion, came from behind her, like the most biting wind in winter.

"Vishdel, what do you want with me?"

The voice exploded in the doctor's mind like a thunderclap.

Her body froze instantly, unable to even move her eyes.

A chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, leaving her limbs icy cold.

She could feel that the owner of the voice was standing right behind her, and that tangible gaze was firmly locked onto her back.

Time seems to have frozen.

After a long while, the doctor turned his head very slowly, segment by segment, like a rusty robot.

She saw that familiar, expressionless face, and those eyes that seemed to see through everything.

“Kal'tsit… Doctor Kal'tsit…”

The doctor's voice was extremely dry as she managed to squeeze out a question, "How...how long have you been here?"

Kal'tsit didn't answer her directly. Instead, she spoke on behalf of Vishdel, who had an indifferent expression, and stated a fact that made the Doctor feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

“When you called me an ‘old woman’.”

The doctor's body froze completely, the cold words echoing in her ears, each syllable like an ice pick striking her nerves.

Kal'tsit didn't say anything more. She simply released her grip on Amiya's wrist and, with her left hand, effortlessly lifted Amiya by the back of her collar, as if picking up a kitten.

Thus, a strange scene unfolded in the corridor of Rhodes Island's medical district.

Dr. Kal'tsit, the head of Rhodes Island's medical department, walked ahead expressionlessly, carrying Amiya, Rhodes Island's public leader, in her left hand and the Doctor, Rhodes Island's field commander, in her right.

The two girls' toes were almost off the ground, like two hanging dolls, swaying gently with Kal'tsit's steps.

Amiya's rabbit ears drooped limply, her face filled with worry and unease.

She whispered, "Dr. Kal'tsit, um, the Doctor didn't mean it..."

The doctor, however, completely gave up resisting. Her head hung low, her black ponytail swaying behind her, and she exuded an aura of utter despair.

"Follow."

Without turning her head, Kal'tsit gave the order to Vishdel, who was following behind, her voice so steady that it betrayed no emotion.

Vishdale's smile almost reached her ears as she followed behind with light steps, her black arrow-shaped tail swaying merrily from side to side, as if keeping time for the show.

Ha, that's really interesting, so interesting! I should have filmed this scene; I could have used it against the doctor later.

The meeting room door was pushed open and closed again, cutting off all outside noise.

Kal'tsit casually placed the Doctor and Amiya on chairs, and the two sat obediently, not daring to move.

She turned around and looked at Vishdale, who had a relaxed expression on his face.

"I heard from the other operators that you were looking for me."

Kal'tsit's tone returned to its usual businesslike manner, "Is there something you want to say?"

"of course."

Vishdale's smile faded. She manipulated her terminal a few times and sent out a piece of data. "Take a look at this first."

She paused, then added, "It was written by Gu Ye, supposedly our 'original' storyline."

Kal'tsit's brow twitched very slightly.

She opened her terminal, and when she saw the name "Gu Ye," her eyes sharpened noticeably.

What happens after Theresa's death?

Kal'tsit muttered to herself, then opened the document and began reading it with great interest.

Vishdel then sent the documents to the Doctor and Amiya respectively.

"You should take a look too."

Her tone left no room for argument: "This thing should be beneficial to our subsequent actions."

The Doctor and Amiya exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

They ignored the previous little incident and immediately lowered their heads to focus on reading the "script" that would determine their future.

As the conference room fell silent, with only the faint light from the terminal screen remaining, Vishdale's consciousness had already slipped into the lively chat group.

[American Scythe]: Hey, you guys, what's the result of your discussion?

[American Scythe]: How can we force that immortal black serpent out of Talulah's body? And Frostnova, that poor little girl, how can we save her? And how can we stop the calamity that's about to crash into Chernobog?

As soon as the question was raised, the group chat immediately became lively.

[Devil Muscle Rin]: The black snake's abilities are too troublesome. Even if we force it out, it can still possess other people unless we can find a way to completely destroy its soul. I don't know much about this.

[Herrscher of the Rice]: Frostnova's Oripathy is already very serious; any intense battle could take her life. Moreover, with 'Patriot' protecting her, getting close to her will likely be very difficult.

[Flower Pillar]: What a pitiful child. If she could rest and recuperate, along with medication, there might still be hope, but on the battlefield... sigh.

[Weather Forecast]: I can handle natural disasters.

While watching the discussion in the group chat, Vishdale quickly took notes on his terminal.

The best news is that natural disasters can be resolved.

As for the Black Serpent... it seems we can only outsmart it, not overpower it.

Frostnova... We must find a way to contact her before she goes to war with Rhodes Island, and we must avoid the Patriots.

She combined the various scattered suggestions from the group members with Gu Ye's plan to form a preliminary draft action plan.

After an unknown amount of time, Kal'tsit finally raised her head, closed the terminal, and looked deep in thought.

The Doctor and Amiya finished reading the document almost simultaneously, both of them looking somewhat pale.

"Doctor Kelsey..."

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Amiya's voice trembled, "Is everything written on it... true?"

Kal'tsit did not answer, but looked at Vishdel.

Vishdale immediately understood and handed over the plan she had just prepared.

"Take a look, these are some of the solutions we've come up with."

Kal'tsit took the terminal and quickly scanned the text on it.

She glanced at it only once before returning the terminal to Vishdel.

"Most of these plans are too idealistic and very difficult to implement."

Kal'tsit's voice was calm to the point of being cold, "However, there's one premise you've all got wrong."

She stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the view of Rhode Island outside.

"We don't have that much time to plan ahead."

Kal'tsit turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"In fact, Theresa has already made contact with Lungmen."

"If this 'script' is correct,"

Kal'tsit's voice was like a final pronouncement, "Then, the first act of the story will unfold in a few days."

"We must begin preparations immediately."

"immediately?"

Vishdale's voice instantly rose eight octaves, her eyes blazing with fury, and even the tuft of white hair on her head stood on end in agitation. "What a joke! Why are you only telling us now about something this important? Are you bureaucrats really that inefficient? Wasn't anyone responsible for giving us advance notice?"

Her questions were sharp and direct, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Kal'tsit and the Doctor, as if searching for a target to whom she could vent her anger.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became tense again.

Amiya nervously fidgeted with her fingers, looking at Kal'tsit, hoping she could calm the Sarkaz mercenary who could explode at any moment.

However, Kal'tsit just looked at her quietly, without saying a word.

On the contrary, the Doctor, under the pressure of Kal'tsit's cold gaze, cautiously raised his hand, his voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

“That…Vishdel…”