Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

“No buts.” Vina smiled, now completely relaxed. “With the current Rhodes Island personnel in the Norbert District, even if a god descended today, it wouldn’t change the fact that the pregnant woman is safe.”

Vina's confidence surprised the poet.

Not far away, the crowd that had just left hurried back, each carrying a basin of water of various sizes, with steaming water vapor rising from it.

"Just let it go."

Thorn handed the prepared medicine to Kal'tsit, turned to instruct the people to put down the hot water, and then suddenly frowned.

He stared down at the hot water in front of him, his face expressionless, and said:

"Water temperature 91.39℃, are you starving and want an extra meal?"

Everyone: "..."

"Pour in cold water!"

Anmon quickly reacted in the crowd.

Thorn waved his hand to interrupt him from continuing to cause trouble, and then took out some more reagents from his pocket:

"I have an endothermic reagent here that can control the temperature. Please stay away so as not to obstruct airflow."

"Good good."

People responded in unison, quickly making way for each other.

The previously somewhat congested area suddenly became exceptionally spacious.

Just as the space was cleared out, a loud baby's cry echoed through the night.

Kal'tsit gently placed the baby into the basin of water that had been adjusted to the right temperature.

"It's a girl."

"A girl... Haha, a girl... I'm a dad!"

The pregnant woman's husband reacted after a few seconds before suddenly bursting into a joyful shout.

This shout caused a huge stir, and the surrounding crowd immediately erupted in a deafening roar.

"Quiet, the pregnant woman needs rest."

Kal'tsit's calm voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out everyone else's shouts.

The lively scene, which lasted less than three seconds, was abruptly silenced as if a switch had been flipped.

The man, who had just become a father, snapped out of his daze and looked nervously at the Shining who was protecting his wife:

"Doctor, is she still in danger?"

Shining gently stroked the forehead of the unconscious pregnant woman, her smile warm:

"She's just asleep. She'll be quite weak for a while, so please don't let her get tired or have any major emotional fluctuations."

"Yes, thank you, doctor, thank you all!"

The man, who had held back his tears for so long, could no longer hold them back and they began to stream down his face. Without hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the three Shinings.

Thorn came over, helped him up, and reminded him:

"I can provide you with the medication, but your daughter and wife need to take extra care of their nutrition during this period."

"I'm sorry, we didn't bring that many supplies either."

"I can make that decision."

Anmon stepped out from the crowd and said confidently, "The dean's warehouse still has a lot of supplies, which I can use for special circumstances."

He then turned to look at the crowd around him:

"I'll assign this gentleman more tasks as a form of exchange later. Consider it a favor to help him out. Consider the supplies as an advance payment to him. Is that alright?"

"Amon, I don't like what you're saying!"

One person in the crowd laughed and shouted, "There's no need to worry about overspending. I'm willing to share some of my supplies with this lady every day to supplement her nutrition."

"Me too!"

"Don't even mention distributing supplies, I'll do this lady's work!"

The tears that the man had managed to hold back began to fall again.

He kept bowing to the crowd around him, repeatedly saying:

"Thank you everyone, I can do it. I will do more work and take on more tasks. This is my responsibility as a husband and father. Thank you everyone, I can do it."

Laughter and jokes erupted all around.

Some people also asked the man what name he planned to give his daughter.

Upon hearing this question, the man suddenly came to his senses, pulled Amon beside him to Kal'tsit's side, and took the baby, whose body had been dried and wrapped in a thick blanket by Kal'tsit.

"Amon, it's all thanks to the Sarkaz's strong physique and their ability to travel around and find a doctor for them in time."

The man said gratefully, "If you don't mind, please name my daughter."

Even in that critical situation just now, Anmon had not panicked, but now he was so shocked that he was at a loss for what to do.

He waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't even know how to read, so where would I get a name? Even my name was given to me by the dean."

Let the doctors handle it; they're all highly skilled professionals!

The man, holding his daughter, turned to look at Kal'tsit and the other two.

Kal'tsit waved her hand, indicating that she was not interested in it, and Thorn and Shining also shook their heads.

The man smiled, then suddenly turned to look out of the crowd.

The crowd dispersed, revealing the poet standing outside, eagerly gazing into the distance.

"I have a role too?" the poet exclaimed in surprise.

“Of course!” the man stepped forward and said, “You are also a benefactor to our family of three. If you hadn’t arrived first, I really can’t believe how things would have turned out.”

"No, um, I..."

The poet panicked again.

He was even secretly annoyed, even though he was a professional intelligence officer with the mental fortitude to not blink even when faced with a blade cutting into his nose.

As a result, he lost control of his emotions several times in a short period of time.

This damn plot of land is toxic!

The poet cursed inwardly, but as the man placed his daughter in his arms, all the curses vanished, leaving only endless tenderness.

He looked up at the man, then at the Sarkaz and Victorian people living together harmoniously around him.

On this abandoned plot of land, among a group of Sarkaz known for their cruelty and brutality, a group of Victorians, their faces filled with joy, witnessed the unexpected arrival of a tiny life into the world.

At this critical juncture, the poet inexplicably thought of the words he had published.

He suddenly realized that his previously proud writing now seemed so clumsy and so full of pointless whining.

“Let’s call her Ainz,” the poet said softly.

The man nodded repeatedly and reached out to take his daughter.

At that moment, a flippant voice rang out from behind the poet:

"Ainz? Ainz Ooal Gown?"

"You've got some skills, buddy. You've come up with an amazing name."

The poet was startled, turned his head to look, and then let out an even more pitiful scream.

"Qi Yan!"

Qi Yan was also startled by the poet's sudden outburst; his white wolf ears drooped down, and he bared his teeth, saying:

"What's wrong with you? As the dean, isn't it perfectly reasonable for me to be here?"

Vina, you're right, aren't you?

Vina silently watched Qi Yan, nodded, and then suddenly unfastened the hammer from her waist:

"Qi Yan has appeared! Everyone, make your move!"

In an instant, all sides stirred, their swords pointing at Qi Yan, who hadn't even had time to react.

The roar of the chainsaw drew everyone's attention, including Qi Yan's, to look over instinctively. At the same time, countless syringes flew through the air behind Qi Yan.

In the shadow beneath Qi Yan's feet, Ascalon's figure, holding a rope, emerged.

Logos leaps out from afar, wielding a bone pen. His smug smile almost shatters his carefully constructed persona, and countless runes leap from the pen's tip.

A brilliant light, like the dawn, suddenly appeared behind Kal'tsit, and the black-robed, white-haired Sarkaz slowly drew the longsword from his chest.

But these actions still left them behind by one person.

Amiya, violin in hand, rushed toward Qi Yan like lightning.

(It burned out, it really burned out)

(Um, um... cough cough, does anyone have any small gifts or something?)

(Hehe~ Love you all~)

Chapter 680 Rest Time

Everything happened so fast, catching everyone completely off guard.

Amon and the other Sarkaz and Victorian civilians were still basking in the joy of seeing their own dean one second, but the next second they found that their dean's back was full of syringes.

Ropes bound Qi Yan's feet. Amiya, holding a violin, seemed to have a red light flashing in her eyes. She raised her hand and unleashed the Night Runner of the Crimson Sky Sword Technique.

With two swift strokes, the violin accurately struck Qi Yan's left and right lower backs.

Golden runes, like butterflies fluttering among flowers, sealed Qi Yan's mouth shut.

Wielding the dawn, Sarkaz traversed spatial distance, slashing across the blade and striking Qi Yan on the forehead.

Hearing that familiar thud from the crowd, Daphne instinctively covered her head.

Qi Yan's eyes widened, and he threw himself into Amiya's arms.

Amiya smiled contentedly as she watched Qi Yan sleep peacefully in her arms, his body occasionally twitching playfully.

The moment that smile appeared, everyone on Rhodes Island around them was startled.

Shining paused in her action of sheathing her sword, hesitating whether to give Amiya a blow as well, lest the girl go astray.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute!"

Anmon finally realized what had happened and cried out in alarm, "What did you do to the Dean?!"

Kal'tsit walked to Amon's side expressionlessly, exuding an air of superiority despite being significantly shorter than him.

"Calm down, we are from Rhodes Island, and we are here to capture Qi Yan."

Upon hearing the name Rhodes Island, Amon paused in his movement to draw his weapon.

Then his big head was filled with great confusion:

"But aren't you all allies? Why are you arresting him?"

"To protect him." Kal'tsit, to avoid any misunderstanding, abandoned even the riddle and said bluntly, "He needs to rest, otherwise, if this continues, the situation will get out of control when his sister arrives."

Unfortunately, he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and continued to try to avoid the rest time I arranged for him. As punishment, I wanted him to sleep 24 hours a day during this period.

Anmon nodded blankly:

"So it was to allow the dean to rest, 24 hours a day, I understand... but there's still something I don't understand."

"Twenty-four hours is a day."

Kal'tsit's prophetic answers to questions Amun had not yet raised.

Anmon was dumbfounded: "Doesn't that mean sleeping for a whole day, or even sleeping through the entire day?"

Kal'tsit calmly said:

"In the past, Qi Yan would obediently fall into a coma for a period of time after being subjected to a heavy load, but recently..."

Lately, he's been caring about more and more things, and has had more and more to worry about, so he's started to voluntarily give up this period of rest.