Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Don't dwell on it for too long. You need to go to the infected patient treatment area later to arrange for the medical companies there to connect with the Knights Association."

Markowitz nodded:

"Yes, I have to go there again, um... Rhodes Island is one of them."

“Rhodes Island?” McGee asked, puzzled. “I’ve heard of this company. It’s not very big. What’s so noteworthy about it?”

Oh right, I heard that this company has an operator named Qi Yan, who's a terrifyingly strong individual. We definitely need to be careful.

Markowitz was somewhat bewildered:

"Mr. McKee...you don't know?"

"what do you know?"

"Your Excellency the White Knight is Mr. Qi Yan."

"...No wonder, things are getting more and more interesting."

A voice came from the terminal.

"Doctor, what are you looking at?"

Li put down his coffee and asked casually.

The doctor put down the documents in his hand and replied:

"I'll arrange the treatment process for some infected individuals, then I'll check out the behind-the-scenes news from the Special Championship, and finally wait for the Business Federation representatives to introduce themselves."

Li stared wide-eyed, momentarily at a loss for words.

After a moment of hesitation, Li began to speak again:

"Gossip is indeed a good way to relieve boredom. If you're feeling bored, Doctor, I can accompany you for a stroll."

As for the containment and treatment of infected individuals, it was only implemented after the Blood Knights won the championship a few years ago, so it can't be said to be mature. Rhodes Island may think it's terrible, but it's at least much better than nothing.

However… I suggest you don't delve too deeply into the differences between Infected Knights and Noble Knights. If Rhodes Island wants a satisfactory outcome in cooperation, it's wise to leave it at that and not get involved.

"Of course, I know that very well, so I kicked out the most troublesome white dog... oh, that's Qi Yan," the doctor said with a smile.

Li covered her mouth and chuckled: "But you clearly said that Mr. Qi Yan did nothing but dragged you out to dinner in the middle of the night and didn't pay after the meal, so you kicked him out."

"None of these are important. The value of an explanation lies not in itself, but in whether others are willing to believe it."

The professor stood up, stretched, and said lazily, "It should vary from person to person. It should exist in whatever form is most likely to move others."

“It seems to make some sense, but it also seems like a fallacy.” Gravel hugged the coffee tray to his chest. “Then I don’t need to ask any more questions. How did the Doctor know that the spokesperson for the Business Federation would come to see you?”

The professor scratched his head and chuckled dryly:

"You don't have to hear the explanation, that's fine, but I do want to. Explain to me who this spokesperson is?"

Gravel tilted his head and said in surprise:

"I thought you knew everything, Doctor."

The doctor dismissed this claim with disdain:

"I'm not a white-haired dog, and I don't believe this guy knows everything. Just wait until I find out when he messes up, then I'll definitely make him laugh!"

Gravel was genuinely curious about Qi Yan, the white-haired dog that the professor often mentioned.

Unfortunately, she had only met Qi Yan once and hadn't had much contact with him before the doctor kicked Qi Yan out of the hotel with a pillow, and Amiya couldn't stop him.

Chapter 412 The Doctor Fishes, His Own Bait

"The spokesperson for the Business Federation is an elite from various sectors selected by the Managing Directors. Each of them has their own duties and is responsible for many matters, big and small, related to the Major."

Li carefully explained his understanding of the spokesperson's role: "They are not at the top of the power structure, but they are an inseparable conduit. Since the Federation's mouthpiece wants to see you, I hope you will be careful."

Of course, I will always protect your safety while you are in Kazimir.

The doctor's face, hidden behind his mask, revealed a hint of surprise.

Gravel noticed his reaction and deliberately said:

"Oh dear, why are you smiling like that? Don't you trust me?"

“That’s not it,” the doctor said, regaining his composure. “I just didn’t expect you to be willing to confront the Business Federation head-on for the sake of a partner company.”

Gravel covered his mouth and chuckled softly:

"Because my master only told me to protect you, but he didn't say anything else."

The two of them smiled knowingly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside:

"Excuse me, is this the room where Rhodes Island is located?"

After receiving the doctor's permission, the door was pushed open, and Markowitz entered the room.

Markowitz was somewhat surprised to see that there was another knight inside the house.

Li introduced himself proactively:

"Gravel, a fourth-tier knight, is currently serving as the Doctor's security advisor during Rhodes Island's time in Kazimierz."

I report directly to the Supervisory Committee, Mr. Spokesperson. Please don't worry about that, and continue with your work.

Markowitz was given a rude awakening as soon as he entered, but his expression remained largely unchanged.

Although he is somewhat unaccustomed to his current attire and status, it does not mean that he is a person who cannot handle situations or is easily flustered.

“Doctor, I am Markowitz, a spokesperson for the Business Federation. I apologize for the suddenness of my arrival and I am not sure if you received my prior meeting request. I hope I have not disturbed you.”

Markowitz gestured towards the sofa in the room: "Let's sit down and talk. And you... Ms. Gravel, if your position allows, please relax a bit as well."

Gravel stood beside the Doctor, making no move.

"I prefer the feeling of being in control of the overall situation, please let me stand here."

Markowitz didn't insist on anything and nodded in agreement.

He then looked at the professor who had sat down opposite him and asked:

"Are you the person in charge of Rhodes Island?"

"Would you be surprised if I said no?" the doctor suddenly asked cheekily.

Markowitz was taken aback by the doctor's sudden question, but he quickly regained his composure.

“It seems you’re a humorous person, Doctor.” Markowitz coughed lightly and continued, “I’ve read some information about Rhodes Island… Although I’m not from a related field, fighting Oripathy and other related matters is certainly not an easy task.”

On behalf of Kazimierz, I would like to express my gratitude to Rhodes Island for its contributions to Kazimierz's sporting endeavors.

The doctor silently watched Markowitz, just silently watching him.

Faced with the doctor's gaze, which was not sharp at all, but rather quite gentle, Markowitz suddenly felt a sense of pressure, and many words that were on the tip of his tongue became difficult to utter.

The topic of doctoral studies suddenly jumped to Markowitz:

"Mr. Markowitz must be a very experienced employee. Do you have any suggestions for cooperating with Rhodes Island?"

Markowitz's expression froze for a moment, then he gave a dry explanation:

"I regret to say that I am actually just a newly appointed spokesperson and am still in the adjustment period of my job."

If I had to offer any advice, it would be that in the Great Knight Territory, you'll inevitably have to deal with various factions, which might be a bit tiring, but I believe you'll get used to it.

"Yes, just like you, you adapt very quickly," the doctor complimented.

Markowitz smiled shyly, but he had a vague feeling that something was off about the rhythm of the conversation.

But the doctor didn't give him a chance to think and spoke again:

"To be honest, Mr. Markowitz, I felt an instant connection with you the moment I met you."

Markowitz: ?

Meeting his curious gaze, the doctor shrugged and said:

"To be honest, I am actually an amnesiac. At the beginning of this new chapter in my life, I was suddenly dragged out of bed and went on an escape, a thrilling escape, during a natural disaster."

"Ah?" Markowitz exclaimed softly, "I didn't expect you to have such an experience. I'm sorry, I've always lived in the city and don't really understand how terrible natural disasters are, but they must be terrifying."

However, I did have a similar experience of 'escape.' After my business failed, I drifted through a period of life on the run, and at my lowest point, I couldn't even afford the rent, until someone pulled me out of that life trajectory.

The doctor kept nodding:

"Yes, later I suddenly came to a new environment and was entrusted with important responsibilities. I was really confused at the time. I didn't know anything."

Markowitz listened intently to the doctor's narration, his mind drawn in.

He suddenly understood why the doctor said the two of them appreciated each other.

Markowitz took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and said leisurely:

"Yes, back then I was suddenly brought to the side by the previous spokesperson and forcibly thrown into a new environment. Before I could even adjust, I received a phone call in a room that had been arranged for me..."

Do you know, it's one of those old-fashioned telephones that's long been obsolete and rarely seen by ordinary people. The voice on the other end of the line told me that I would be the new spokesperson from now on.

And so, I became what I am now.

"Yes, and that's how we ended up like this," the doctor sighed softly.

Markowitz looked at the doctor and said with a wry smile:

"But at least, Doctor, you seem to have a new goal, and you have successfully found your own path."

The doctor chuckled softly, leaned back on the sofa, and appeared extremely relaxed.

He spoke as if he were having a casual chat with an old friend, recounting his life journey:

"I don't really know if I found it or not. It's just that when I was feeling lost, I met a strange guy."

That guy, like me, was a newcomer, but he seemed completely at ease, making many friends with ease. He even included me in their banter, laughing and joking, drinking with me, getting me drunk, then throwing me under the table and leaving.

Markowitz: "...It doesn't sound like a very good first meeting."

"Isn't it good? No, it's excellent, absolutely wonderful!"

The doctor laughed heartily: "I was so envious. How could I not be scared and confused in that new environment? But that strange guy had a magical power. He helped me find a way of life where I could learn."

When I woke up under the table that night, the bar was completely empty, all the lights were off, and I was surrounded by darkness.

I sat on the ground, neither calling for help nor trying to leave. I had been surrounded by people ever since I was rescued, and I needed a chance to be alone.

I didn't sleep all night. I was thinking, thinking about what I should do, no... I was thinking about what my heart truly wanted me to do!

A glint of anticipation flashed in Markowitz's eyes.

He also wanted to know.

Even if the answer doesn't belong to him.

But the doctor suddenly stopped speaking and asked abruptly:

“Markowitz, do you hate the previous spokesperson who brought you into this new environment?”

Chapter 413 Things I Want to Do

Markowitz thought for a long time, then slowly but firmly shook his head.

His tone carried a complex emotion as he said:

"His name is Ciarnay, and to be honest, I still don't understand why he chose me."

In my initial encounters with him, I was afraid of him. He made me feel cold all over, as if I were being coiled by a venomous snake. I knew that he was willing to pay any price to accomplish something…including himself.

Doctor: "It doesn't sound like a very good first meeting."

Upon hearing that familiar phrase again, Markowitz choked for a moment.

He then fell silent.

The doctor can openly deny the allegations in front of him and explain his own answer.

But he couldn't do it because he hadn't found the answer yet.

There was one thing he was sure of: he didn't dislike Charne.

The doctor lowered his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips beneath the mask: