Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Faced with the sudden attack, the poet leaned back with all his might, accompanied by a crisp sound of a lumbar vertebra dislocating. A black thread grazed the brim of the poet's hat, taking off a small piece of fabric.

The poet's already missing piece of his top hat made it even more bizarre.

poet:"……"

"Qi Yan, it's been a long time. Your way of greeting people is still full of originality."

A snow-white thigh came into Qi Yan's view and sent him a greeting.

"Long time no see, Ines."

With astonishing willpower, Qi Yan shifted his gaze to the newcomer's face.

The aloof, long-haired beauty with black hair retracted her hair thread, her golden eyes slightly narrowed, still somewhat unaccustomed to Qi Yan's habit of looking down at people.

The poet, supporting his aching back, returned to Qi Yan's side, tears welling in his eyes, and said:

"So you're one of us! You should have said so earlier. My poor back!"

The people present all turned a blind eye to the poet's miserable state.

Qi Yan raised his hand and pretended to touch his chin, but actually used his hand to support his head to prevent his gaze from drifting downwards uncontrollably.

He asked with some curiosity, "Why are you here? According to the plan, you shouldn't have come to the Norbert District, but should have gone directly with Hedley and the others to protect the Doctor and head to the battlefield area where the conflict is about to break out."

“The Doctor’s actions have encountered some unexpected problems.” Ines’s expression changed for the first time, and she said in a complicated tone, “W wants to kill him, and even Hedley can’t calm him down. There’s also that Sakorta fanning the flames.”

"What happened?" Qi Yan asked.

Ines paused for a moment, changing the subject:

"I'll leave the doctor under your protection for now, while Hedley and I will take W with us. I'm going to join them as well."

If necessary, the doctor knows how to contact me.

After saying that, Ine turned and left without looking back.

Qi Yan chased after him somewhat bewildered, and just then he spotted a hooded man squatting by the roadside, drawing circles on the ground with his hand.

"No, what happened?" Qi Yan stepped forward and kicked the doctor's butt.

"I don't know," the doctor said, sounding somewhat aggrieved. "But I think I said something wrong."

"Did you flirt with Ines?" Qi Yan asked.

"It seems to be more serious than that."

"You groped me?!"

Even Qi Yan couldn't help but take a half step back, looking at the doctor in disbelief.

"In your heart, am I that kind of person?" the doctor said angrily, standing up.

The professor squatted back down and continued drawing circles on the ground.

Without Qi Yan needing to press further, he took the initiative to explain:

"I stayed in Lontinim and, together with Clovisia, used the underground passage to send those who hadn't had time to evacuate to your nursing home outside the city."

Everything was going well until now. I spent my days entertaining Clovisia, satisfying her emotional needs while also extracting a lot of information about the dukes. But who would have thought that the group's whereabouts would be suddenly exposed?

"You were kicked out?" Qi Yan asked, puzzled. "So what does this have to do with W?"

The doctor sighed deeply and rubbed his hood in distress.

"It's all been exposed. The Sarkaz know I'm staying in Lontinim and don't have many people protecting me."

That bastard Therese, who uses profanity in the *Yan Kingdom*, has no martial ethics. He's covered in bandages, yet he still insists on trying to kill me despite his injuries.

You wouldn't believe what happened back then. He killed Hedley with a single slash, then kicked Ines away, snatched Arturo's violin, and smashed it to pieces... Well, the one who got smashed was W.

In short, it was a crushing defeat. Then he walked towards me with a knife, saying he wanted to put me on trial. This...is he insane?!

Listening to the doctor's resentful ramblings, Qi Yan remained silent throughout, but his gaze toward the doctor grew increasingly pitying.

The doctor continued, "At that time, I had already contacted Mr. Patriot. In order to buy time, I wanted to try psychological tactics."

I said to him... Theresis, why did Theresa die that year?

Chapter 696 Godfather, please help your child!

After listening to the doctor's self-narration, even though Qi Yan was somewhat prepared, she still couldn't help but gasp.

"No, buddy."

Qi Yan's voice rose several octaves: "You call this psychological warfare? I feel like you're just giving the opponent a Bloodrage buff!"

"I just wanted to try and break through the special attack," the doctor chuckled.

He clearly realized he had made a terrible mistake.

Qi Yan circled the doctor, and upon inspection, was surprised to find that the guy wasn't missing any limbs.

"I'm really curious now, how did you manage to come back alive?"

Did Theresis die of anger on the spot?

"It wasn't until the old man arrived in time," the doctor said, still somewhat shaken. "You have no idea how terrifying Therese's expression was back then."

Even though the old man was staggered by the several blows he received, his hands trembled slightly as he tried to reason with him.

Qi Yan gasped again.

In other words, Patriot's condition has improved and he can speak fluently again.

If it were Patriot from the Reunion Movement era, they might not have had a chance to appease Therese.

A scene couldn't help but flash through Qi Yan's mind.

Patriot, having withstood the blow, took a half-step back and cried out, "Regent, no, kill him..."

Therese nodded vigorously: "Coming!"

The scene that followed was so beautiful that Qi Yan could hardly believe it.

The doctor, his stomach churning, stood up and couldn't help but ask:

"Not only Theresis, but even W and the others seemed a bit off after hearing my speech."

That year, about Theresa…

"You're to take the blame for everything," Qi Yan interrupted the doctor directly.

PhD:"……"

He wasn't Mandela, but he could glean some information from the casual conversations among the old members of the Tower of Babel.

But he didn't expect it to be this serious.

Since Qi Yan said he was taking the blame, he definitely couldn't get rid of it.

Thinking back on his reckless behavior, the professor's heart couldn't help but race.

Qi Yan suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't be nervous. Judging from the current situation, Theresa may still be a chance to save her."

The doctor was invigorated, eagerly awaiting Qi Yan's follow-up remarks.

But instead of receiving further promises from Qi Yan, he only saw a lewd smile gradually spreading across Qi Yan's face.

PhD:"……"

After a few seconds of silence, the Doctor seemed to have made up his mind. In front of Mandela and the others, he took a step back and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qi Yan.

"You're something else!" the doctor said through gritted teeth. "Godfather, please help your son!"

"Oh! What a big boy!"

Qi Yan instantly felt refreshed, a thousand times better than if he had eaten a ton of pure source stones!

He waved his hand dismissively, put his arm around the doctor's shoulder, and walked towards the edge of the plot, declaring with great bravado:

"I'm making this clear today, Dad: I'm going to save Theresa no matter what, even if Precyth comes!"

"What does this have to do with Precyth? Are you really that sure?" the doctor asked.

"After all, Theresa's current condition is a bit outrageous. I can only say that I will do my best, but human strength has its limits," Qi Yan sighed regretfully.

The doctor lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then hesitated before saying:

"Just do your best. This is my mistake. Don't push yourself."

"Why be so polite with Dad? I can be inhuman if necessary."

"........."

Seeing that the doctor's emotions were also starting to go wrong, Qi Yan punched him in the chest:

"Don't always think about shouldering everything yourself. I can guess what you secretly said to Kal'tsit and the others behind my back, which is why I'm often dragged back by them like a dog."

But sometimes, a brother isn't afraid of being burdened, he's only afraid of the other person stubbornly refusing to speak up.

"How dare you say that to me?"

The professor took a punch and promptly retaliated.

The two, who had just been showing deep affection as father and son, instantly became bitter enemies.

After a few moments of playful banter, both of them were a little out of breath and returned to walking side by side.

Mandela, watching the two separate and reunite, couldn't help but ask the two 'spies':

"Are all male friendships this strange?"

The 'spy' smiled: "Is it strange? These two just made a very high-level agreement."

The poet sighed from the side:

"My only regret is that Your Excellency the Duke is a woman."

Mandela was completely confused.

She realized only one thing: calling him "Dad" seemed to be very effective with Qi Yan.

If I need help in the future, can I just call out to them?

Mandela's eyes lit up, and he promptly made a mental note of this important discovery.

The two people in front of Qi Yan did not pay attention to the discussion of the three people behind them. As they walked, Qi Yan thought of the important matter again.

He nudged the professor with his shoulder and asked:

"Aren't you going to worry about the impending war outside? Are you alright?"

The doctor said confidently:

"I've already planned the strategy. Amiya and the others won't really be involved in the battle. Besides, look at the composition of their squad right now."

Above it are Logos and Ascalon, below it are the four cornerstones, in front of it is Kal'tsit, behind it is Shining Nightingale, and it also has Kroos as an accessory.

In this situation, my presence on-site would actually be a hindrance, especially with Ines as the intelligence officer, which wouldn't affect my remote command.

Qi Yan nodded. He wouldn't question anything in this regard; that would be offering his face to the doctor to slap.

The doctor suddenly changed the subject: "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

"What's wrong with me?" Qi Yan asked, puzzled.

"After Patriot rescued us, I took the opportunity to inspect your place while I was resting at the nursing home."

The doctor's next words made Qi Yanxin's heart leap into her throat: "In my opinion, your nursing home has some problems, and it has also gained some very interesting people."

"White dog, do you know a little girl named Biura?"

"I don't know him. Who is he?" Qi Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It’s not easy to hear that from you,” the doctor said. “You don’t know her, but she knows you very well. Her little notebook is filled with your information.”

"I have a little fangirl now?" Qi Yan's eyes lit up.

"This isn't your average fangirl."

The doctor sneered, "Her ambition is practically written all over her face. She has the ability to control herself without offending others."

The doctor was not surprised at all that Qi Yan, whose cerebral cortex was so smooth that it could be used for ice skating, had not kept up with his train of thought.

He took a breath and explained with the patience of someone teaching a three-year-old: