Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Qi Yan and Anto stared at each other, locked in a stalemate for a long time.

By the end, Qi Yan's eyes were dry, but Anto stubbornly refused to back down.

"Are you women really made of water?" Qi Yan rubbed his eyes and admitted defeat. "You can rest assured, as long as I don't participate in high-intensity battles, my body can still hold up."

And even if this body really collapses, my Big White is there to back me up; everything is under control.

"Who is Da Bai?" Anto asked, somewhat confused.

"You may not have seen the Great White Wolf in person, but you must have heard its legend. It made Amiya sleep soundly for a whole day, and it scared Kal'tsit and the Doctor so much they almost lost their temper."

After hearing Qi Yan's explanation, a look of realization flashed in Anto's eyes.

Although Rhodes Island did not issue an official statement regarding the divine descent, given Anto's gossipy nature, he had heard about it countless times.

Knowing that the deity beside Qi Yan was still there, An Tuo felt somewhat relieved.

She secretly blinked her dry eyes, but still stubbornly insisted:

"It's settled then, you're not allowed to participate in the fighting anymore."

Qi Yan quickly patted his chest and assured him:

"No problem, if I break the agreement, I'll give you this head."

Anto rolled his eyes. Although he temporarily stopped insisting on taking Qi Yan back to Rhodes Island, he was determined to send Qi Yan back to his room to rest.

Qi Yan was delighted and happily went back to his room to sleep.

Anto was worried about Qi Yan's condition, but he also knew that he couldn't leave now, otherwise the infected people would not be able to see him setting an example and would inevitably feel resentful.

She didn't know what Qi Yan was planning, but she didn't want to see all of Qi Yan's efforts go to waste.

The days passed by as usual.

In the first few days, the infected people were secretly complaining, but gradually they got used to cleaning up the Originium Cluster every day.

The key point is that with Anto's guidance, not a single infected person was harmed by Originium.

In just one week, the neighborhood where the infected people lived underwent a dramatic transformation.

There was no trace of Originium Cluster on the streets; in fact, the Infected had even cleaned up the ruins left behind by the natural disaster.

Collapsed buildings are still everywhere, but they no longer affect people's lives in the neighborhood. Infected people no longer need to be careful when going out. Every evening, they even have the leisure to sit around on the side of the street and chat leisurely.

The children were forced to gather together, wretchedly clutching booklets about Oripathy, reciting the key points while shaking their heads, and after completing their daily homework, they would run around and have fun in groups.

After washing their clothes and bedding, the women could confidently hang them out to dry in open areas without worrying about them getting contaminated with Originium dust.

After two days of peace and quiet, the men couldn't sit still any longer. They spontaneously formed a team to search for building ruins and appliances that could be repaired. Some technicians even restarted the neighborhood's Originium power plant, allowing every household to embrace the light again at night.

Before we knew it, the complaints from the infected people in the neighborhood disappeared, replaced by the sounds of everyday conversations, laughter, and playful banter.

Anto sat under the eaves of his house, watching the residents passing by on the street with relaxed expressions, his own expression more relaxed than ever before.

This harmonious scene was rarely seen even in Wolumonde before the natural disaster.

Although the food crisis remains a shadow hanging over everyone, at least no one is losing their temper anymore.

"Using knowledge to eliminate fear and using labor to change the status quo—is that your plan?"

With a relaxed smile on his face, Anto muttered to himself, "Although the methods are a bit outrageous, the essence is to allow the infected to redeem themselves. I never expected that beneath your unconventional personality lies such a delicate heart."

Qi Yan suddenly pushed open the window, leaned on the windowsill, and said with a grin:

"I can hear you, you're secretly saying I'm handsome behind my back."

“You are indeed very handsome, even more handsome than Mr. Logos!” Anto didn’t hide anything and openly expressed his opinion.

Qi Yan, who was suddenly praised, couldn't help but blush:

"That's a bit much. Logos is a banshee after all. Her high looks are written into the setting. I can't compare to her."

Anto chuckled and casually said:

"No, you really look like a sleeping beauty when you're sleeping, it makes me want to kiss you... ah!"

Halfway through his sentence, Anto suddenly realized he had accidentally said something strange and quickly covered his mouth.

"Oh, so that's why I've been having nightmares lately. Turns out you've been watching me!"

Qi Yan leaned half his body out of the window, grinning mischievously, and said, "Tell the truth, are you lusting after my body?"

Anto jumped up from the ground and said urgently:

"What are you talking about in your sleep? I clearly warned you to sleep more, why are you awake again!"

Qi Yan looked speechless: "I've already slept for twelve hours today..."

"Not enough, I'm going to sleep for another two hours!"

Anto transformed into a grumpy older sister, grabbed Qi Yan's face, shoved him back into the window, and closed the window to seal him away.

Several infected people passing by burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"Dr. Anto, you're flirting with Qi Yan again."

"Although Qi Yan is very strong, you should also be careful not to exhaust the resources. There's still a long way to go."

"Young people are great, full of energy, they can go on for two hours straight."

After a few teasing remarks, they quickly quickened their pace and fled the scene with smiles, leaving Anto blushing and stamping his feet in embarrassment and anger.

Outside the neighborhood where the infected people lived, two members of the military police, dressed in protective suits, slowly approached.

Although they didn't make any exaggerated physical movements, their entire being clearly conveyed their reluctance.

"What's wrong with that Sakota named Arturo? Everyone is struggling to survive in the face of natural disasters, but she spends all her time talking about religious things and disturbing people's minds."

One of the older military policemen walked to the entrance of the infected neighborhood and suddenly stopped, seemingly not yet ready to go in.

His companion also stopped, and a muffled echo came from beneath his protective suit:

"I feel annoyed whenever I think about her. She doesn't even give Commander Severin any face, just because she has Captain White, who has the voice of the Queen, backing her up."

And he takes that crazy Sarkaz everywhere he goes. When did these two become so close? They even eat and sleep together. Arturo seems afraid that if he doesn't keep an eye on him, Sarkaz will run away.

The older military policeman gave a dull, mocking laugh:

“If it were me, I would want to run away too. I’m both an infected person and a Sarkaz, but I live in a non-infected area. Wherever I go, people look at me with strange eyes.”

Arturo definitely did it on purpose; keeping that Sarkaz around was a way to promote his religion.

"Laughable. Her religious teachings are only good for fooling children." The young military policeman shook his head and said, "What about karma, universal harmony, and the idea that if you don't embrace all things with a tolerant heart, heaven will punish you."

No matter what they say, they just want us to risk our lives to accept those infected people. Why should we?

Those short-lived bastards, I'm afraid I'll catch Oripathy from talking to them. They should just stay quietly in the shadows, on the fringes of society, and die as far away as possible.

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The older military policeman nodded in agreement.

Then he began to complain with dissatisfaction:

“It’s one thing to give presentations in non-infected urban areas, but now it’s getting more and more outrageous. They’re actually asking us to invite infected people to participate.”

Upon hearing this, the young military policeman's pent-up resentment finally erupted, and he began to grumble incoherently:

"Captain White must have been out of his mind to fully support Arturo, even when Commander Severin tried to stop him."

But this is perfect; it's exactly what the infected people wanted. They'll be ecstatic to hear they can go to non-infected areas, even if it's just for a short two-day stay.

At this point, the two exchanged a glance and both let out a contemptuous laugh.

After spending half a day mentally preparing themselves, the two gritted their teeth and entered the infected neighborhood.

As soon as they entered, the two stopped in their tracks.

"Where am I?" the young military policeman exclaimed instinctively.

Although the older military police officers didn't shout or scream, they were still shocked and at a loss for words by the scene before them.

Looking around, the streets were spotless. Not to mention the Originium clusters that should have been everywhere in Wolumondene, there wasn't a single piece of trash to be seen.

At that moment, the two even wondered if they might have traveled through time.

They instinctively started walking deeper into the block, but before they had gone far, they were stopped by two infected individuals.

"Stop in your tracks, you two."

One of the infected individuals said sternly, "You came in from outside, and you may be carrying Originium dust. You must be cleaned before you are allowed to enter our neighborhood."

"What the hell?!"

The two military policemen exclaimed in unison.

It wasn't because of the infected person's tough attitude, but because they clearly discerned a message from the infected person's words.

The infected neighborhood is now so clean that even Originium dust is no longer present!

They didn't want to believe it was all true, but the facts were right in front of them, leaving them no room for argument.

The two military police officers exchanged a glance, their faces, hidden beneath their heavy protective suits, utterly bewildered.

Not far away, two infected people stood silently in the middle of the road, dressed in ordinary clothes, looking out of place with the two military police, as if they were from two different worlds.

The young military policeman tried to step forward and ask for clarification.

The two infected individuals said in unison, "We'll say it again: you may be carrying Originium dust. If you come into contact with us rashly, you will infect us. You must clean yourselves first!"

Young military policeman: "..."

He was momentarily dazed.

This phrase sounds so familiar; he used to use it to warn infected people. But now, the tables have turned, and he's using it on himself.

The older military policeman, relying on his composure cultivated over many years, forced himself to regain his calm and placed his hand on his comrade's shoulder:

"Don't move around, follow their instructions to clean yourself... but don't take off your protective suit after you're done cleaning, don't let your guard down."

The young military policeman nodded, still somewhat resentful.

"They're just putting on a show; I don't believe an entire block has been cleared out."

The young military policeman didn't lower his voice intentionally, and the two infected people opposite him heard him completely.

The older military policeman felt a chill run down his spine, inwardly cursing the young man for not knowing how to assess the situation and daring to say anything recklessly.

To his surprise, the two infected individuals did not get angry on the spot, nor did they show any displeasure. They simply exchanged a glance and let out a contemptuous laugh, as if mocking their limited knowledge.

"Come with us."

An infected person waved and led the way.

Two military policemen followed, and the younger one glanced back before leaving.

In his line of sight, the infected person who had stayed behind took out cleaning tools and began to skillfully clean the ground where he and the older military policeman had just stood.

Young military policeman: "...They're putting on quite a show, huh!"

Half an hour later, the young military policeman emerged from the room dedicated to cleaning Originium dust, feeling utterly exhausted.

While the room was being cleaned, the infected person stood in a safe position and gave instructions via voice throughout, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

Furthermore, during the command process, he didn't forget to casually explain the prevention methods and pathogenesis of ores disease, displaying the demeanor of an expert on infectious diseases.

Because of their concerns, he and the older military police wore heavy protective suits throughout the process. Although their safety was guaranteed, they were almost exhausted after completing one cleaning procedure.

Stepping out of the house, the young military policeman caught his breath and, not giving up, said:

"You must be the best Oripathy expert in the Infected District. You're really quite skilled."

"Me? An expert in Ore Deterioration?"

The infected person seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "Yesterday, I was chased and beaten by the Sarkaz with brooms because I mixed up the knowledge points."

Fortunately, Qi Yan hasn't made a move lately, otherwise I'd be talking to you guys with a pig's head on my head right now.

"What's going on?" the young military policeman exclaimed in surprise. "Those Sarkaz have taken over this neighborhood during the chaos?"

He turned to look at the older military policeman and asked in confusion:

"Is there something wrong with this kid's head? Doesn't he know that in this society, everyone has a division of labor and cooperation?"

The Sarkaz are currently working as security guards and educational counselors in neighborhoods inhabited by infected individuals.