Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Doctor, you need to be careful this time. Don't act recklessly like Mr. Qi Yan!"

In the end, Amiya, acting like a little adult, adopted a lecturing tone, which made the Doctor quickly raise his hands in surrender.

Seeing that things were developing in a direction she hadn't expected, Qi Lin didn't say anything, just nodded to the others, and turned to leave the hotel.

Gravel was still somewhat unable to adapt to Rhodes Island's pace of operation, and tilted her head to ask:

"Wasn't the plan to have Qi Lin stay at the hotel a few more days to deter those who wanted to retaliate against Rhodes Island? Why did she leave as soon as she heard the Doctor was leaving?"

Amiya smiled and explained:

"Apart from the Doctor, no one on Rhodes Island needs protection."

PhD:"……"

Gravel suddenly realized.

"Hey, you immortal brat, your injuries haven't healed yet, what are you doing going out?"

Furong stood with her hands on her hips, watching the young man trying to sneak out of the hotel. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wished she could slap the nutritious meal she had painstakingly prepared for him right in his face.

The Undying Boy glanced warily at the lunchbox in Hibiscus's hand and said softly:

“Miss Hibiscus, my name is Ibuki, Ibu Keyes.”

"Oh dear, I just called you that, sorry." Furong put her hands together and winked playfully. "But your injury is really quite serious, and your body is in a weak state. You should rest more and eat more nutritious meals."

“Thank you, but I just want to go somewhere.” Ibrahimovic shook his head in refusal.

Furong was somewhat annoyed by this stubborn guy:

"Do you know how tense things are in the Great Knight Territory lately? Good people are all staying home and avoiding going out, waiting for things to calm down. Why do you, a sick person, insist on going out?"

"I just...want to go somewhere to take a look."

Ibrahimovic didn't say much, he just kept repeating one sentence.

Furong was so angry at this guy that she stomped her feet.

According to Qi Yan's description, this guy should be a idiot who can't keep his mouth shut and blurts out whatever comes to mind.

However, after these few days of communication, everyone in the medical department was quite annoyed by Ibrahimovic's dull and sullen personality.

For the first two days after waking up, Ibrahimovic didn't even say anything when his wound reopened. He endured it and didn't press the call button when he was thirsty in the middle of the night. He dragged his injured body step by step, supporting himself against the wall, to the water dispenser to get water.

With no other options, the group had to ask Shining for help with psychological counseling.

Ultimately, Shining could only restore Eevee's basic communication ability and tell everyone that Eevee needed to atone for its sins.

Whenever Furong saw Eevee's stubbornness, she felt both angry and helpless.

"Ibrahimovic, I can't stop you from going out, after all, I'm no one to you," Fleur said angrily. "But as a doctor, I can't watch a patient like you take risks. If you want to go out, I have to accompany you!"

Ibrahimovic opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, simply nodding obediently.

Furong then smiled again, picked up the lunchbox, and stepped forward to help Ibrahimovic push open the hotel's revolving door.

Ibrahimovic took small, weak steps, found his direction, and began to move forward.

Because of their injuries, the two moved very slowly. At first, Furong would try to break the dull atmosphere by making a few small talk, but she only got simple "hmm"s and nods from Ibu.

The two eventually fell into complete silence, slowly walking through the much quieter city streets.

As time passed, Furong discovered that the two were gradually moving away from the bustling area and arriving at a low-lying, dilapidated urban area.

In this area, Ibrahimovic found his bearings completely, and his pace quickened unconsciously as he skillfully arrived at the door of a tiled house.

Chapter 509 Never a Peaceful Day

Ibrahimovic bent down and retrieved the key from under the floor tiles next to the door, then unlocked the door.

Furong curiously peeked into the deserted room and asked:

"Is this your home?"

"……no."

Ibrahimovic walked to the only table in the room, rummaged through each drawer, and finally held a thick stack of letters in his hands.

Furong looked down and frowned:

"These letters aren't signed by you, Forbos Tucci?"

“...He’s my senior.” Ibrahimovic’s voice trembled slightly. “He said he has family in another city who depend on him for support. I want to find his family’s address and take good care of them for him.”

Furong: "..."

Furong's expression was somewhat stiff and puzzled.

She looked down at the envelope, biting her lower lip repeatedly, and then slowly stated a fact:

"But none of these letters were sent out, and there were no addresses on the envelopes."

Ibrahimovic seemed to realize something, and silently kept flipping through the stack of letters, but every letter was a regret that could not be mailed.

Finally, a letter that had been hidden at the bottom appeared before the two of them.

The envelope was not signed, but instead bore Ibrahimovic's name.

Ibrahimovic's fingers trembled slightly as he struggled to open the envelope and pull out the letter inside.

'Hey kid, since you've seen this letter, it means I'm still dead.'

"This is outrageous! Someone as skilled at self-preservation as me can't even outlive a simpleton like you. Isn't that infuriating?"

"Haha, I'm just kidding. Since you've come all this way, it means you still have some conscience. You still remember what I told you before. Hmm, I hope you're not here to raid my bank account."

"Haha, I was just kidding. I lied to you. I'm all alone now. Actually, I should have gone to find them a long time ago, but you know, people are always afraid of dying, and I was too ashamed to face them."

"You said that after I went down there, I saw my daughter, and she asked me, 'Daddy, how did you get down here?' I said, 'Oh, my daughter, I committed suicide,' or 'Oh, my daughter, I was killed in the name of justice and light because I was a bounty hunter or an assassin. How shameful!'"

"Haha, I've gone a bit off-topic. Anyway, that's roughly my situation. I have no ties, so if I die, I die. It's just that without me watching over you, you're probably going to suffer a lot."

"So, all these years I've been saving every penny of my salary. The password is your birthday. As for the card, I used it to prop up a table leg; you can deduct the amount yourself."

"The Unarmored Alliance is no place for you to stay. Don't go to the wilderness to be a damn bounty hunter. Take my meager belongings and go live a stable, ordinary life in a small city. Someone as insignificant as you can just run away; the Unarmored Alliance won't bother you."

'But don't forget, every year on the anniversary of my death, they'd give me a whole bottle of Originium Bug craft beer; I really loved that.'

That's all for now, I'll hang up.

Ibrahimovic held the letter, saying nothing.

"Ibrahimovic..."

Furong wanted to comfort the young man, but she was afraid that if she spoke rashly, she would only add insult to injury to Eevee's already damaged mental state.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Ibrahimovic's hands were trembling from the moment he pulled out the letter, and the trembling didn't stop until he had read all of it.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to stop something from welling up in his eyes.

Until a warm, soft little hand rested on his back, gently patting him, silently soothing the turbulent emotions churning in his heart.

Ibrahimovic struggled to control his trembling.

He didn't choose to cry or break down; he just tried to calm himself down and then bent down to pull out a dusty bank card from under the table leg.

"Miss Furong, please consider this as payment for the medical expenses incurred by you in saving my life."

Ibrahimovic handed the card to Fleur, then carefully put all the letters away and placed them in the inside pocket of his clothes.

Furong held the card with a somewhat helpless expression:

"Don't you even look at how much money is in this card?"

"And you've given me all your cards, how are you going to live now?"

And I didn't know it was your birthday!

Furong only thought the last sentence to herself and didn't say it aloud.

Ibrahimovic simply shook his head without saying a word, then turned and left his senior's house.

Furong quickly followed him out, locked the door, and caught up with Ibu with the key.

Ibu ignored everything and wandered aimlessly through the streets of the Great Knights Territory, unaware of his way home or the road ahead.

Furong knew that Ibrahimovic might be in a bad mood right now.

After all, Ibrahimovic's last hope of redeeming himself vanished as he put the letter in his arms.

The two walked down the street in silence. Unfamiliar with the area, Furong was completely unaware that they had unknowingly approached the area where the infected were active.

In the end, it was Ibrahimovic who stopped first, frowning and standing still as if listening carefully to something.

Furong wanted to ask a question, but Ibu stopped her with a gesture.

When the two of them fell silent, and even the sound of footsteps disappeared, Furong could faintly hear a human voice.

That looks like someone is giving a speech.

The dilapidated infected residential area, the sound of speeches, and Ibu's attitude made Furong vaguely realize that something was wrong.

She held her breath and strained to hear the speech, trying her best to catch the voice.

"Gail Industries...Infected Persons Assistance Program...Recruiting Workers to Build a New Urban Area..."

Thanks to Furong's efforts, she finally heard some key information.

"It seems like some company is hiring, given the current situation?" Furong muttered in a low voice.

Ibrahimovic pursed his lips and shook his head, advising:

"Leave. Don't be curious, and don't get involved in these things."

"...Do you know something?" Furong frowned.

Ibrahimovic remained silent and turned back the way he came.

When Furong saw that he was pretending to be mute again, she was furious.

But seeing Eevee's obvious fear, Furong knew she couldn't be the kind of girl who acted recklessly at this time, so she could only follow Eevee with a huff.

Once the two reached the main road, Furong couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed Ibu:

"Stop right there! If you don't explain yourself clearly, I...I'll..."

Furong racked her brains for a long time, but couldn't think of any good way to punish Ibu.

Ibrahimovic was still recovering from his injuries and was unable to break free from Furong's grip.

The two remained deadlocked for a moment, but Ibrahimovic eventually chose to compromise.

"Gail Industries is also a member of the Federation, which specifically recruits infected people for jobs. Do you think it would be a good job?"

This was the first time Ibrahimovic had spoken at such a long length since his injury: "Anyway, based on my years of experience in the Unarmored Alliance, none of these recruited infected people have a good ending, some even... I personally participated in the cleanup work."

Furong's pupils contracted in surprise.

"No, we must stop that company!" Furong exclaimed instinctively.

How will you stop it?

Ibrahimovic poured cold water on the idea, saying, "As far as I know, Qi Yan and the Doctor from Rhodes Island have already left."

Furong was both angry and anxious:

"This has nothing to do with whether Qi Yan and the Doctor are here or not. Rhodes Island will definitely not turn a blind eye to this kind of thing!"

And Amiya is still here, so don't underestimate her!

Ibrahimovic pursed his lips.

He knew who Amiya was, the little girl who was supposedly the leader of Rhodes Island, who followed the Doctor around like a little tail all day long.

Ibrahimovic did not doubt Amiya's identity, but he felt that Amiya was clearly still in the learning and development stage. Even if she could become a leader who could shoulder heavy responsibilities in the future, that was still in the future.

"Let's go," Ibrahimovic urged again.

Furong could see that Ibu didn't trust her, and she was so angry that she wanted to kick this silent guy.

After sulking for a while, Hibiscus didn't let it get the better of her. Instead, she decided to return to the hotel as soon as possible and report the matter to Amiya.

Ibrahimovic breathed a sigh of relief and turned to lead the way away.