Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"Doctor... I'm fine!" Amiya quickly cheered herself up, trying to prove that she was in good condition.

However, the Doctor simply looked at Kal'tsit, waiting for her reply.

After checking for a moment, Kal'tsit released Amiya's hand and breathed a sigh of relief:

“It’s nothing serious, Amiya. You’re gradually getting used to using your emotions and memories. I can see your growth.”

Amiya couldn't help but smile upon receiving the praise, her fluffy rabbit ears swaying slightly.

The doctor, setting aside his worries, still cautiously said:

"We still need to check it carefully later."

Amiya quickly emphasized, "Doctor, I'm really fine, we still need..."

"Amiya!"

The doctor interrupted Amiya for the first time.

He looked intently into Amiya's eyes and said firmly:

"Don't just focus on reminding that white dog to rest; you need to rest too."

That white dog has been heartbroken by that wicked woman and is now crying as he goes back to his old man for comfort. Do you want to suffer the same fate as him?

"Huh? What bad woman? Is Mr. Qi Yan alright?" Amiya exclaimed in surprise.

Even Kal'tsit was somewhat bewildered, looking blankly at the Doctor.

"Ahem, none of that matters."

The doctor quickly changed the subject: "We do need to rest our troops now. Let Kroos restore communications first, and then contact the Self-Rescue Army and the Storm Assault Team heading to Brentwood."

Amiya, you must remember: plan before you act; intelligence is the necessary prerequisite for any action.

Amiya nodded somewhat dejectedly.

Seeing this, the doctor smiled and spoke again: "However, you did very well this time."

Amiya smiled again upon receiving the praise, though with a hint of shyness.

The doctor smiled and shook his head, then turned to look around, his gaze finally settling on Vina, who was regrouping the team and rushing back.

He knew that the Victorian Crown Prince, who carried the national sword, was about to have a formal meeting with several Victorian Grand Dukes.

Some things need to be resolved.

Chapter 731 The Qi Clan!

In Patriot's enormous palm lay a thick stack of reports and documents.

What would normally require two hands to unfold, a patriot would see resemble a college student painstakingly crafting a final exam cheat sheet – small yet adorable.

However, Patriot couldn't sense anything endearing about the contents of the report at that moment.

He put down the documents and looked at the white-haired Lupo that had inexplicably appeared on his bed.

Qi Yan's sleeping posture is as arrogant and outrageous as his behavior in the documents.

"Ah, King of Carrion, I will come to apologize to you when I have time. Qi Yan went too far this time."

Patriot sighed, placed the report on the bedside desk, got up to cover Qi Yan with the blanket, and then turned to deal with the mess Qi Yan had left outside the nursing home.

Before Patriot could reach the door, he heard a rustling sound behind him.

Turning his head, Patriot took a slightly displeased breath.

He had just covered Qi Yan with his oversized blanket when Qi Yan, still half asleep, kicked it off.

Patriot decisively turned around and covered Qi Yan up again.

Before Patriot could turn around, Qi Yan kicked the blanket off again.

patriot:"……"

Patriot's stubborn temper was provoked. He grabbed Qi Yan by the back of his collar with one hand and the quilt with the other, and quickly rolled Qi Yan into a spring roll.

Seeing that Qi Yan was still fidgeting in his sleep, his brows furrowed, Patriot silently pulled a rope from under the bed.

patriot:"……"

Qi Yan: "..."

The room was quiet for a moment. Qi Yan shrank his body little by little into the 'spring roll' until his head was completely hidden under the blanket, leaving only a tuft of white hair.

Patriot finally nodded in satisfaction, placed the rope by the bedside, and turned to leave the room.

Outside, the weather in Lentinium remained gloomy.

But perhaps because he was in a good mood, Patriot felt that the light was brighter today.

This cheerful mood only lasted until he reached the edge of the nursing home site. Looking at the blood-stained warships outside and the haphazardly piled spoils on them, Patriot took another deep breath.

At the very center of the pile of spoils, a somewhat simple yet imposing throne, imbued with the personal style of a scavenger, stood quietly.

"The throne of the King of Carrion Eaters... Qi Yan, this child..."

Patriot shook his head in exasperation.

Not far away, a pretty woman with short hair was solemnly delivering a report to the nursing home members, which she had revised.

"Everyone, this is a gift personally bestowed upon us by our Dean, a treasure from all races... or more precisely, the Dean's treasure!"

"As you can see, this warship is a standard warship of the Duke of Victoria's side. Although it has some wear and tear, its overall structure is intact. After being repaired by Ms. Catherine, it can still be used for the nursing home!"

There's an interesting anecdote about this warship.

Biura deliberately left the conversation a mystery.

Only when some of the audience members around her couldn't contain themselves and started urging her on did she continue making things up:

"At that time, on the chaotic battlefield, both sides were already bloodthirsty, but suddenly the dark clouds in the sky parted and white holy light descended!"

Our Dean, his face filled with compassion, descended upon the battlefield bathed in holy light. He could not bear to see life continue to perish, nor could he bear to witness lives slaughtering one another. Thus, the Dean revealed only the tip of the iceberg of his immense power!

"I can testify, I was there at the time!"

A Sarkaz with a single horn suddenly raised his hand and spoke: "The compassionate and great Dean, with a wave of his hand, dispelled the Originium that was growing wildly within the bodies of at least fifty Sarkaz!"

How come you can make up stories even better than me?

The others had no idea what Biyura was thinking. Upon hearing Qi Yan's methods, they cheered, and many even clasped their hands together and began to pray to Qi Yan in their hearts.

The Sarkaz, transformed into a single horn by the shapeshifter, seemed quite satisfied with the effect and strode forward, taking over the right to speak from Biura:

"After that, our Dean sent his messengers, shapeshifters who originally belonged to the Sarkaz Royal Court, to the heart of the battlefield to rescue two respectable warriors who were on the verge of death."

Let us all pray for the Dean's kindness, Qi Men!

Immediately, a chorus of responses erupted from the crowd.

Biura was so angry that her ears trembled, and she opened her mouth to ask who this Sarkaz was.

Before she could speak, she noticed that the patriot who was silently watching from not far away was shaking his head slightly at her.

Biyura instantly realized that this strange Sarkaz in front of him was not simple, and quickly retreated to the side with an awkward smile.

The shapeshifter continued to recount Qi Yan's glorious achievements, from Qi Yan piloting the Blood Warship past the Silverstone Cliff battlefield, where he encountered Manfred, who intended to use the Windermere flagship to destroy Abrahma, and pinned him to the ground and frantically reformed him.

Then, carrying Manfred, who had been successfully reformed and whose mindset and breathing had become peaceful, he jumped in front of Abrahim and used Manfred to beat up the bewildered Abrahim.

Then, according to the shapeshifter, Qi Yan squatted down to the side and gave the two 'ambitious' young people a chance to show themselves, and watched a cricket fighting competition.

The King of the Carrion, who arrived last to try to stop the mutually destructive situation, was also moved by Dean Qi Yan's compassion. He voluntarily offered his throne as a sign of respect and personally saw Qi Yan off ten kilometers away.

"...In Silverstone Cliff, that battlefield filled with death, under the mediation of the Dean, the temperaments of the warriors on both sides softened, and they joyfully suspended the war, voluntarily serving the Dean... Emphasis added, voluntarily!"

The shapeshifter emphasized the key points of his words, almost as if he were about to conjure a blackboard and bang it on the spot: "They voluntarily offered up various weapons and supplies and returned to their respective camps to recuperate."

After finishing the last paragraph, the shapeshifter, with a face full of emotion, added a concluding remark:

"This result is truly cause for celebration, a cause for celebration indeed, Qi Clan!"

Immediately, another chorus of agreement arose.

"Wait a minute, I have a question!"

A voice suddenly came from the crowd: "The headmaster bestowed upon him his treasures, so has he returned to the nursing home?"

The shapeshifter spread its arms wide and said reverently:

"The Dean is everywhere!"

Instantly, another chorus of shouts of "Qi Men" erupted.

Biura's face showed a hint of bitterness as she walked to the shapeshifter's side and handed him the 'Qimen Bible' she was holding.

"Why don't you take on this role as acting dean? You're better at talking than I am."

The shapeshifter smiled and pushed the booklet back:

“A proxy can’t satisfy us.”

Upon hearing this, Biura was completely certain of the identity of the one-horned Sarkaz in front of her, and glared fiercely at the shapeshifter.

Unfortunately, her angry glare was less effective than her coquettishness in the eyes of the shapeshifters.

The shapeshifter leaned closer and reminded him:

"There's a reclusive Blood Demon in the trash can behind the temporary hospital. Go pick it up later so it doesn't scare passersby."

Biura: "..."

The shapeshifter continued, "Then you should prepare to accept more people and expand the land area during this time. A young man named Anmon is on his way here in a moving land plot."

He dared not be like the Dean, who would go to the battlefield to play cricket fighting even on his way home; bypassing Silverstone Cliff would waste a lot of his time, and it would probably take him another week to arrive.

Seeing that Beura was writing this down in his notebook, the shapeshifter nodded.

After a moment's hesitation, the shapeshifter spoke again:

"Besides, it's pointless for you to compete with us for favor."

Biola paused, pen in hand, glaring at the shapeshifter, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

"This is my only way to make a living. Can't you please be lenient? Is it really meaningful to bully a little girl like me all the time?"

"We can't beat you, we really can't," the shapeshifter said regretfully.

"Why don't you all become beautiful Felin, or Liboli? I heard the Dean really likes Liboli, and also the Sarkaz's young lady."

Biura listed Qi Yan's hobbies as if they were his own treasures.

"One more is needed."

The shapeshifter added with a smile, "I have some important news for you: Rhodes Island's medical support team is about to arrive."

There's a little girl named Qi Lin in this team; whoever gets Qi Lin gets Qi Yan.

(I'll eat first, then pet the cat for a bit. Trust me, just for a little while!)

Chapter 732 Let's pretend we don't have this son

Biura blinked.

She had read through Qi Yan's various reports of deeds at least eighty or a hundred times, so she naturally knew who Qi Lin was.

But for some reason, every time she heard or saw the name Qi Lin, she felt it was so cute.

"I don't need you to remind me, how could I possibly let go of such a good opportunity to curry favor with someone powerful!"

Biura waved her little fist and let out a confident hum.

The shapeshifter smiled without saying a word.

Little girl, you're still too green to mess with us.

When you're so infatuated with Qi Lin that you're practically delirious, and you're constantly begging for another whiff of Miss Qi Lin, you'll naturally stop trying to take over the role of the agent for Qi Yan's nursing home!

The shapeshifter, confident of victory, waved his hand dismissively.

"Let's not talk about that now. Let's get manpower arranged to deal with the ships. This is a huge project."

"Leave it to me!"