Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Qi Yan wiped away the tear with her finger, feeling both annoyed and amused:

"I just escaped the clutches of that little rabbit, only to fall into your cat's den. Her all-night violin playing still makes my back ache, and now you're targeting my ribs."

"Isn't your Originium Arts supposed to accelerate self-healing?"

Huang still harbored a slight doubt about Qi Yan's kidneys still aching.

Qi Yan lay back on the bed and said listlessly, "You don't understand, this is a devastating blow to us men."

Huang glared at Qi Yan, then casually pulled the blanket over him.

Qi Yan complained, "It's so hot! Why are people so keen on covering others with blankets?"

"At least cover your stomach."

"Absolutely! You can show anything, but not your belly!"

Seeing Qi Yan rubbing against the covers a couple of times, clearly having taken his words to heart, Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to get out of bed and rest on a chair, leaving the bed for Qi Yan to sleep, Qi Yan's eyes, which she had just closed, suddenly opened again.

"And one more thing!"

Qi Yan turned to look at Huang by the bed and reported seriously, "I'll rest first. I'll leave the land matters to you. But there's a battle I have to participate in next."

"Why? Is the opponent very strong?"

Qi Yan explained in detail: "The shapeshifters and the Blood Demon Lord may join forces again, and they may even have the methods of the Absolutioner. If the people they want to kill can survive, it will greatly help Vina's next actions."

Upon hearing this, Huang scratched his head in slight distress.

But she quickly recovered and gave a playful smile:

"Perhaps we can ask the amazing Doctor first. In his previous communications with Kroos, the Doctor confidently stated that he had gathered enough intelligence."

To quote the doctor: "White-haired dog, that's not how you use Ines!"

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Aha, friends, I, Lao Yan, won the revival match!!!

To be honest, I should have resumed updating a long time ago, but unfortunately I couldn't because of some complicated reasons.

The reason is actually quite complicated, so I'll just give a simple explanation... It's just that giving up is so much fun, hehe!

Lying in bed every day, scrolling through my phone with one hand and petting my cat with the other, feels absolutely blissful!

I don't want to type, I absolutely don't want to type. Can anyone help me figure out a way to make my keyboard happy so that it automatically types for me as long as I use my brain? Please help!

Lastly, love you all~

Chapter 689 Why Not Play with a Cow?

"If I remember correctly, the people protecting the Doctor during his operations were Hedley and W, right?"

Hearing the Doctor's provocation, Qi Yan was not angry at all, but rather worried: "Given Hedley's steady personality, I am not worried that he will be angry, but W may not tolerate the Doctor's antics, not to mention that she has Terra Sun Xiaochuan fanning the flames by her side."

After a moment's thought, she realized that Qi Yan was referring to Arturo.

“Your concerns are valid,” Huang affirmed. “The last call ended with an explosion and the Doctor’s screams.”

"May there be no W in heaven, Amen."

Without a moment's mourning for the doctor's passing, Qi Yan immediately thought of another departing figure.

"The PhD, with his foul mouth, met his end in Luncheng; the poet, after opening the box, has yet to return." Qi Yan's face was desolate as he looked up and sighed, "Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me!"

Upon hearing Qi Yan mention this matter, Huang remembered to report the situation:

“After the poet went missing, Vina went to communicate with the Sarkaz to try to ascertain the poet’s condition. If he was still alive, she wanted to explain the reasons and get him out.”

Huang paused for a moment, then said seriously, "The Kosarkaz actually said they had never seen the poet, and they even swore an oath about your identity as the Demon King to prove that they were not lying."

The poet's personality is actually quite likable. If you have no objections, we'd like to try and find him on the airship.

"Forget it, there's no need for that."

Qi Yan rejected the suggestion: "If it were the hands of a nimble soul, the poet would probably already be a snack for all the souls."

However, based on my understanding of poets, he will be fine... and the one who was able to win over the poet so quietly is most likely her.

"I've been outmaneuvered again. Since she's still around, without my intervention, the only winner in this deal will be her."

"Why did you start doing this too..."

Huang suddenly stopped talking, sneakily slipped to the door, opened it a crack to make sure no one was outside, and then continued:

"Why are you a riddle teller too? Is there some expert on this plot of land?"

"Theresa."

Qi Yan successfully silenced the big cat with just one name.

Huang had never actually met Theresa, nor had he experienced the period known as the Tower of Babel.

Despite her seemingly carefree exterior, she is actually more thoughtful than many others.

From the casual conversations of ACE and others, she could sense the weight this name carried in the hearts of those former Babel members, especially Amiya and Kal'tsit.

"She's already..."

"Yes, she's still in the revival round, but that doesn't stop her from beating up every single faction in this area."

Huang couldn't help but roll his eyes.

She closed the door, walked back to the bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down, unable to contain her curiosity, she asked:

"Tell me about that period of time, okay?"

Qi Yan lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the smooth ceiling, his tone tinged with reminiscence:

"I do not know either."

"Are you kidding me?!" Huang raised his fist in threat.

Qi Yan waved his hands repeatedly, begging for mercy:

"Even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand. Since it's all in the past, let it dissipate into history."

What matters most is the people in front of you; cherish the present moment.

Of course, I know you're genuinely curious, so I'll just give you a brief overview... To sum it up, it was like, "Damn it, there's a bull, I'm done!"

A box about half a person's height was placed steadily on the ground.

Vina straightened up, dusted off her hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Beside her, Morgan leaned against the edge of a half-person-high box, speaking casually:

"The movie I watched with Baird last night was really good, but it was too late, so we'll have to watch the rest tonight."

“Belder…”

Vina also curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

The anxiety before their reunion was still vivid in Vina's mind. She had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion, but she never dreamed that the reality would unfold in a completely unexpected way.

It was in this very square that Baird's familiar figure returned from work with a broom, arriving as promised.

There was an initial silence that made everyone feel a little suffocated, until Baird suddenly asked a question.

"You guys really became accomplices with that Qi Yan?"

"Can you tell me about the Qi dialect?"

"Does he... usually make those... greasy remarks to other people?"

Vina, Morgan, and the others were completely dumbfounded.

A sentence inexplicably floated through Vina's mind.

"Damn it, there's a cow, I'm not playing anymore!"

Vina shook her head vigorously, making her already fluffy blonde hair even softer.

Her thoughts drifted from her memories back to reality, and her gaze swept across her surroundings.

Not only was the speed of Baird's fall unexpected, but everything about the site was unbelievable to Vina.

Qi Yan and the others arrived at the same time, only a few days apart. What should have been a hellish scene was transformed by Qi Yan single-handedly into a paradise on the battlefield that could drive countless people mad.

The streets, meticulously cleaned every day, are free of litter and Originium dust.

People with the relevant skills are organizing their own work teams to continuously plan the reconstruction of the city. The power system has been rebuilt so that streetlights can be put back into use at night.

According to Logos's casual conversation, a scholar on the plot of land, who claimed to be a promising academician, volunteered to gather a group of educated people and establish a school.

A school built in the eye of the storm of war.

A school that transcends race and identity, where Sarkaz and other ethnic groups can sit at the same table.

The only slightly incongruous thing is that... in Victoria, only children attend school, while in Sarkaz, there is no distinction between young and old.

Those Sarkaz men, whose arms were thicker than a child's waist, were holding picture-illustrated children's textbooks. They would kill without batting an eye, but now they would blush and turn red because of a word they didn't recognize.

If only this landscape were everywhere.

Vina sighed inwardly.

If only Victoria could become like this.

She was the Crown Princess of Victoria, and it was she who should have brought these wonderful things to her people.

However, she has not produced any tangible results during this period.

She had painstakingly found the national sword but couldn't use it. After personally uncovering the truth behind a betrayal from years ago, she was powerless to answer the steam knight's questions. Now, the scene she dared not even dream of was being openly displayed before her eyes.

Vina looked down at the Kings' Breath wrapped in strips of cloth around her waist.

She couldn't help but whisper to herself, "Can I really become king?"

"Huh?" Morgan didn't hear him clearly. "Vina, you want to eat turtle?"

Wei Na: "..."

Morgan patted the box beside him and grinned:

"There aren't any streams here for us to fish for that kind of thing. Once I'm done with this, I can ask Amon if there are any missions that reward us with canned fish."

"……it is good."

Vina gave a dry laugh and nodded in agreement.

Just as she nodded, Vina was startled to see a familiar golden figure in her slightly swaying vision.

When Vina stared intently, her childhood teacher vanished as if she had never been there, and it was all just her hallucination.

But Vina knew very well that she wasn't seeing things.

"Teacher, are you still paying attention to me?"

"what should I do?"

"Could you tell me how I can become a qualified king?"

Vina asked in the direction where the golden figure had disappeared.

Morgan listened from the side, completely bewildered.

Vina had no time to pay attention to the people around her. She was like a helpless child who had encountered an incomprehensible problem and was hoping that her teacher could give her the answer as before.

A hopeful reply rang in Vina's ears, but only she could hear what it said.

But Vina didn't understand; instead, her eyes revealed a deeper sense of bewilderment.

“Vina, you can only become a qualified heir when you forget everything that you are required to inherit.”

Chapter 690 A Deal? I'll Set the Ocean ablaze!

The familiar answer echoed in Vina's ears once again.

This time, however, the person who responded was different.

This response came from Vina's childhood teacher, a lion, a beast lord, an elder.