Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

With that kind of impact, Baird thought the other person would be killed instantly.

As it turned out, the white-haired Luper was only unconscious for a few seconds before struggling to get up.

After Baird and the man in the tuxedo realized what was happening, they rushed to the rescue, but the man asked them evasively if they were infected. Only after confirming that they were not infected did he dare to let them have contact.

This reaction, when observed by Baird, immediately gave her some sad speculations.

But Baird said nothing, he simply helped the other man up and took him back to his own territory.

Along the way, Baird sensed that the other person's injuries were getting worse and worse, and the other person was leaning more and more on him as they walked, until finally the other person was almost pressed against him.

"Kador, where is he? Come out and help!"

Baird shouted again at the martial arts gym in front of him.

"The door is blocked by the bunker I placed."

A man's shout came from inside the martial arts school, followed by a moment of silence, when suddenly a fist blasted open the school window.

Through the broken window, a young man wearing a training vest nimbly flipped out.

He had a healthy tan, and his bare arms were muscular. Although he wasn't exactly a muscle monster, every move he made revealed amazing explosive power.

What's even more striking is that his black and white hair is styled into a sharp look, giving the impression that he's very good at playing cards.

Kadol jumped out of the window, his gaze sweeping over the still-mobile man in the formal attire, ignoring him completely, and headed straight for Qi Yan.

Qi Yan was enjoying the fragrant and soft Baird when he subconsciously showed a look of resistance.

Baird quickly reassured him:

"He is not infected either. Don't be afraid. There are no infected people here, and no one will hurt you."

Qi Yan's expression was somewhat strange.

Kadol didn't care about any of that. He rushed over, hastily picked up Qi Yan, and turned to rush into the martial arts school.

"Slow down, he's injured!"

Baird was in hot pursuit.

The man in the formal attire raised his hand, looking as if he were about to cry:

"I'm also injured. Is there anyone who cares about me?"

Baird flipped over and jumped through the window, turning back to wave at him:

"Come in quickly, and don't forget to use the wooden boards next to us to block the windows again. The Norbert District is dangerous now, so don't let anyone target the martial arts school."

Man in formal attire: "..."

With a sorrowful sigh, the man in the formal dress endured the pain in his injured legs and laboriously climbed through the window, bending down to pick up the wooden planks at his feet and using them to block the window again.

Only after he clumsily fixed the window did he have the mind to look around the martial arts school.

At first glance, the man in the formal attire found it somewhat unbearable.

It’s messy, it’s too messy.

Various odds and ends were piled up haphazardly: an old sofa, a chair missing a leg, a rope-bound ring, and graffiti covering the walls, all of which amplified the chaos of the martial arts gym.

At this moment, Qi Yan was pressed down on that old red sofa, while Baird was looking over the wound with a look of astonishment, holding a bandage he had taken out of a cardboard box.

Kadol glanced at it a few times, puzzled, and asked:

"He's not injured either, Baird, what are you doing?"

“I clearly saw him slam his head into the steps, and blood was gushing out. Look, his face is still covered in blood!” Baird argued. “The man in the tuxedo over there saw it too.”

Kadol wasn't really questioning Baird; he just frowned and stared intently at Qi Yan.

Faced with Cardol's scrutiny, Qi Yan took the bandage from Baird's hand and used it as a rag to wipe the wounds on his face, explaining:

"I am an infected person. This is my Originium Arts, to accelerate self-healing."

“I see.” Cardol understood, then suddenly pulled Baird back, “Why didn’t you say so sooner!”

"Whether I'm infected or not doesn't matter, what matters is that you aren't." Qi Yan casually tossed away the blood-stained bandage.

Beldra restrained the somewhat angry Kador and whispered in his ear:

"This Rupert may have had some tragic experiences. I suspect he has just escaped from captivity, and his Oripathy may have been maliciously contracted by someone else."

His mental state is very unstable. Don't bring up his carcinogenic disorder or ask him about his past, so as not to upset him.

"But he knew he was infected and still came into contact with you. Did you come into contact with his blood?"

Kadol also lowered his voice, but he couldn't suppress the lingering fear and anger in his tone.

If Baird were to contract Oripathy as a result, he would absolutely beat that damned Rupert infected to death on the spot.

"It's just a little on my hands, it's nothing," Baird said casually.

"I'll go find you some blocking medication."

After saying this, Kadol glared at Qi Yan, then turned to leave.

Are you worried about contracting Oripathy?

The man in the formal attire suddenly walked over and spoke first.

Kadol stopped and stared at the other man with hostility, especially since the man's attire was clearly not that of a commoner. This made his hostility towards the man in the formal dress far exceed his anger towards Qi Yan.

The man in the formal dress noticed Cardol's attitude, awkwardly took a half step back, and explained:

"I am a scholar, and although I study heraldry, I have some knowledge of Oripathy. The blood of infected individuals who do not show symptoms is extremely infective, practically nonexistent, so you don't need to worry."

“Ha, scholar,” Cardol scoffed. “Since you’re not worried, why don’t you go and make contact with this guy?”

"I...I'm the one who helped him up, but because I was also injured, I asked Miss Baird to help him up," the man in the tuxedo weakly explained.

"If you don't get treatment soon, your injury will heal on its own, just like his."

Kadol glanced at the other person coldly, but his attitude finally changed slightly: "Neither of you should move. I'll go find you some blocking medication."

"Thank you," the man in the formal attire said sincerely.

Kadol turned and walked away quickly, leaving only the three of them in the room.

Baird beckoned to the man in the tuxedo:

"Don't listen to Kadol's nonsense, you still need to have your injuries properly bandaged."

The man in the formal attire thanked him again.

Qi Yan sat on the sofa, watching Baird bandage the man in the tuxedo, and asked curiously:

"You actually know about Oripathy? That's quite rare. Is it because you're of a higher status than ordinary people that you have access to knowledge about Oripathy?"

The man in the formal attire waved his hands repeatedly, lecturing:

“Young man, how can you talk like that? Victoria is the greatest country on this land. Ordinary people can learn any field of knowledge by studying diligently in the library for a few years.”

"Well then, why not eat meat porridge?"

Qi Yan chuckled and made a joke.

Baird was amused by the man in the tuxedo's words:

"Ordinary people also want to study diligently in the library for several years like you, but unfortunately no one gives them money or supports them when they spend time in the library."

The man in the formal dress, oblivious to the sarcasm in their words, earnestly retorted:

"How can the acquisition of knowledge be measured by something as mundane as money? Knowledge is the ladder to the progress of civilization."

It's a pity I didn't bring my manuscript with me, and there's no way to retrieve it now. Otherwise, if I had completed this paper, I could very well have become the next Fellow of the Royal Society!

Qi Yan leaned back on the sofa, pointed at himself, and grinned:

"Knowledge is indeed the ladder of civilization, but without a wealthy family to support full-time study, ordinary people can only end up like me, crashing headfirst into it and dying."

Chapter 663 It's that familiar "bringing the dog in" part again.

The man in the formal attire was somewhat annoyed by Qi Yan's words.

He clenched his fists, looking impassioned, and said to Qi Yan:

"Why are you always so concerned about money and worldly possessions? A scholar should be pursuing the realization of his own value!"

"Then why did you go to protest to the Sarkaz?" Qi Yan asked, amused.

"This... I have no food." The man in the formal attire immediately lost his composure.

"This is the end."

Qi Yan laughed heartily: "You, a scholar, are not as good as me. I recommend you read my books if you have the chance."

There's a hierarchy of needs theory involved. Only after fulfilling physiological needs can people pursue safety needs, followed by social and esteem needs, and finally, your self-actualization needs, 'the next academician,' are the last.

"me……"

The man in the formal attire was rendered speechless.

Qi Yan pointed outside the martial arts hall and continued:

"Here, people can't even meet their basic physiological needs, so they don't care about safety anymore and can only go to the Sarkaz to protest."

Aren't you one of them too?

The man in the formal attire grew increasingly weak, and he stammered:

"That's what they say, but I also want to fight for everyone's rights. The Sarkaz have blocked us out and sent us from Londinium to the war zone. We should try to resist."

"Let's focus on surviving first."

This was said by Baird.

She finished bandaging the last wound of the man in the formal attire, then stood up and said, "I can leave both of you here. There's at least some food and medicine in the martial arts school, and Kador can protect you."

But I hope you can also do your part.

The man in the formal attire was initially delighted, but then became somewhat troubled:

"But I don't know how to do anything else besides academics."

"Can't do anything?" Baird asked. "Medical, sewing, repair, or anything else is fine."

The man in the formal attire looked increasingly ashamed.

Baird wasn't surprised to see this. If she wasn't mistaken, this man in the formal attire usually had his meals served to him by his servants.

“Go and help Defiance manage the warehouse,” Baird said helplessly. “She’s also a member of the martial arts school, but she’s currently on the field.”

After explaining the arrangements for the man in the formal attire, Baird looked at Qi Yan again:

"And you? You seem to be a scholar too?"

Qi Yan smiled shyly: "I didn't even graduate from high school."

Baird: "..."

Man in formal attire: "..."

With a sigh, Baird didn't dwell on the matter and asked:

"Tell me what you're good at. I hope you're not the next academician."

"I know a little bit of everything," Qi Yan said modestly.

"I get it, you can't do anything right." Baird chuckled and made a joke.

Qi Yan immediately bristled: "I can run incredibly fast! No one can catch me! I managed to escape from a huge group of people!"

Baird's breath hitched, thinking he had accidentally touched a nerve with Qi Yan, and he quickly pressed his hand down to signal him to relax.

After calming Qi Yan down, Baird pondered for a moment and said:

"You can stay by my side. It will be good for me to have someone to look after me when I'm out collecting supplies and intelligence every day. But you must follow my orders."

"No problem, I'm good at collecting all sorts of things and socializing."

Qi Yan thumped his chest loudly.

"You'd better be gentle with yourself."

Kadol came out of the inner room with pills and water, and said irritably, "Even if your Originium Arts accelerate self-healing, you'd better not use it recklessly. I don't have that many Oripathy suppressants here."