Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Full of fighting spirit, Biula was completely unaware that he was about to embark on a path of no return, and he mustered his energy to start directing the crowd to work.

Patriot then stepped forward and stood before the shapeshifter, his tall figure casting a shadow that enveloped the shapeshifter.

"Your Excellency, the Blood Demon you just mentioned..."

"The Blood Lord is dead," the shapeshifter said, waving his hand. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like him."

The shapeshifter continued, "The Blood Demon has realized something. He is currently very weak and will not pose a threat to the stability of the nursing home. He will leave once he recovers from his injuries."

Patriot nodded, but was still somewhat uneasy. He turned and headed to the makeshift hospital, determined to personally meet with the poor king.

When the Patriots finally found the trash cans behind the makeshift hospital, they were puzzled by the scene before them.

"What? There's no Blood Demon Lord, just a trash can full of pebbles?"

As if hearing the patriot's mutterings, the pile of stones trembled slightly, revealing the lifeless Blood Demon within.

Patriot: "...Your Majesty, you..."

"I am not the Blood Demon Lord, leave me alone," the Blood Demon Lord said expressionlessly.

“No, I mean,” Patriot stepped forward to help clear the stones, “that even you have to pay to stay in a nursing home.”

Blood Demon Lord: "..."

He stared blankly at the patriot, not understanding what had happened to this land.

Known for his belligerence and cannibalism, Wendigo seemed to be obsessed with money. The first thing he did when speaking to his own king was to worry that Wendigo would skip out on the bill.

But the more serious problem is...

"I have no money," the Blood Demon Lord said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

“You can work to pay off your debts; that’s how many people end up staying in nursing homes,” Patriot skillfully offered a solution.

The Blood Demon Lord glanced at his mangled body, a look of despair on his face.

Given his current condition, he's only alive because of Sarkaz's powerful physique; there's truly not a drop of blood left in his body.

Without killing others to replenish his blood, he might now need someone to feed him.

Patriot carefully lifted the Blood Demon Lord with his large hands, and after seeing the extent of the other's injuries, a hint of pity flashed across his eyes.

“My Lord, you’ve worked hard.” Patriot sighed, “But perhaps the Sarkaz have another way out. Why are you so stubborn?”

"Are you even trying to criticize me?"

The Blood Demon Lord chuckled: "I've been criticized enough by the younger generation lately, Wendigo, one more won't make a difference."

“I did not mean that. I respect your choice, but I do not want to see Sarkaz continue down a dead end from which there is no turning back.”

Patriot said nothing more and took the Blood Demon Lord away as if he were holding a large cat.

He settled the Blood Demon Lord in the temporary hospital and personally stayed with him until the Blood Demon Lord's condition stabilized before leaving with peace of mind.

When Patriot arrived at the clean streets near the nursing home, he realized it was already late.

"Qi Yan may not have eaten yet; I overlooked that."

Patriot turned around and headed to the cafeteria to see if there were any leftovers to pack up for himself and Qi Yan.

On the way, he happened to run into Biura, who was carrying bread in his mouth.

"Grandpa, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Biura swallowed her bread in a few bites and held up the packed lunchbox in her hand. "I've prepared it for you, a super large portion!"

Patriot took the lunchbox from Beura and found that the portion was larger than he usually ate; clearly, the person who prepared it had deliberately prepared an extra portion for one person.

Patriot, realizing that Biura had already guessed something, nodded and patted Biura's little head:

"You're a good girl, you're smart, he won't mind."

Biula smiled obediently, watching Patriot walk away with his lunchbox in hand.

After receiving assurances from the Patriot, she left with a lighter step.

Meanwhile, Patriot returned to his house, pushed open the door, and was surprised to find that his super-sized bed was already empty, with only the blanket that Qi Yan had kicked into the corner.

In the canteen, it was well past mealtime. To save energy, the canteen lights were turned off early, leaving only the refrigerated display cases storing food making a slight noise.

Ato clutched his stomach, which was groping in pain, and stealthily made his way through the cafeteria in the dark.

"Don't call me 'brother' anymore, I'll call you 'brother' now."

Atto smiled wryly at his rumbling stomach: "I've already eaten dinner, why am I hungry again so soon? I'm not as big as Patriot, why are you so hard to please?"

The stomach didn't want to talk to Atuo and barked three times in protest.

"I hope I don't get caught, or I'll have to recite the Qi Clan Bible again... I'm not being disrespectful to the Qi Clan, but Qi Yan is above all, my loyalty to the Dean is as clear as day and night, Qi Clan!"

Ato realized he had spoken out of turn, and even though no one was around, he immediately began to pray to himself.

Only when his stomach started urging him again did he hurriedly stop praying and jog towards the refrigerator.

But as soon as he got close, Ato heard a rustling sound.

"There are still experts?!"

Realizing he wasn't alone, Ato quickly hid behind the cabinet, then peeked out and peered into the refrigerator.

In the pitch-black cafeteria, he made eye contact with a white-haired Luper who was holding a steak in his mouth.

Ato: "..."

Qi Yan: "..."

Ato knelt down on the spot.

Oh no, I got caught cheating, and by Qi Yan himself!

Qi Yan realized he had been caught stealing food and tried to run away, but found that the other person had already knelt down first.

In his bewildered little eyes, Ato had begun to sincerely repent for his crimes:

"Qi Yan is above, Dean, who is omnipresent. God gazes upon the world and examines the sins of all beings."

Ato shouldn't have been so greedy for food. All the food was a gift from the Director, and all the residents of the nursing home were the Director's subjects.

We can only use what you give us; we must never take what you don't give us. Please forgive Ato's sins, Your Excellency; Ato was simply too hungry.

Listening to Ato's self-examination, Qi Yan, who was initially quite interested, gradually became disinterested.

"Look up and open your mouth."

Qi Yan's voice came from above Ato's head, and the latter looked up in confusion and did as he was told. Then a piece of meat fell into his mouth.

"Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired. As long as your desires, wishes, words, and actions all stem from your own will, that's fine."

Qi Yan chewed on his steak, his words somewhat muffled but unwavering: "Stand up, no kneeling!"

Ato spat out the meat chop from his mouth, held it in his palm, and stared blankly at Qi Yan.

His expression first changed from surprise to confusion, then to entanglement, and finally... to doubt.

Chapter 733 This stick of mine is all a misunderstanding!

Qi Yan witnessed Ato's changing expressions throughout, and finally, an expression of interest reappeared on his face.

"Are you questioning me?" Qi Yan asked with a smile.

"Ah...no, that's not what Atto meant!" Atto quickly shook his head, then hesitated slightly before raising the steak in his hand. "But Dean, why are you giving me a raw steak?"

As he spoke, Atuo cautiously glanced at Qi Yan's lips.

The pale yellow grease was still around Qi Yan's mouth, which meant that he hadn't misread it. His dean was eating a fried pork chop, but instead, a raw pork chop was thrown into his mouth.

"It was dark, so I probably couldn't see clearly."

Qi Yan offered a completely insincere explanation.

Ato grinned, not daring to argue, only thankful that Qi Yan hadn't forced him to eat the steak raw, otherwise he would have felt nauseous even if he didn't get an upset stomach.

Qi Yan waved his hand, signaling Ato to stand up, then smiled and said:

"I thought you would justify everything I do by praising me every day, and you would even accept raw meat steaks as a reward."

Ato chuckled, “Byura has explicitly forbidden us from engaging in this kind of mindless worship.”

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow slightly.

The doctor is indeed a doctor; Qi Yan felt that he could never do what the doctor did, even if he lived another lifetime.

Biyura, who can reassure the doctor, is indeed very meticulous in her work and is not a mindless person who uses Qi Yan's reputation to brainwash the members of the nursing home.

"Where is Biura? Take me to see her."

"I'll take you there right away!"

"No rush, let's eat first. Go get me a fruit salad, and I'll fry the pork cutlets for you."

Under Qi Yan's direction, the two began to furtively rummage through the ingredients in the refrigerator.

At first, Atto thought that with the Dean leading the way in sneaking food, he could be a little more arrogant. But when he turned around, he found that his Dean was tiptoeing while frying pork cutlets, looking like he was afraid of being discovered. So he quickly followed suit.

The dean must have his reasons for doing this!

This is my independent thinking, Ato!

Before long, a perfect fruit salad and a slightly overcooked steak appeared on the table.

Ato stared at the steak in front of him, his eyes widening instantly:

"Qi Yan, Dean, you are indeed all-knowing! You even know that I like this kind of steak, Master Qi!"

"Eat your food, and stop talking!"

Qi Yan's old face became somewhat dry.

Having not cooked for so long, I couldn't even get the timing right for the food to come out of the pan.

If my younger sister knew this, she would definitely smirk and look at me with disdain as she ate.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan felt a little excited...

"Cough cough! It must be because I haven't seen my little sister for too long. I've turned into Warfarin. This is not good, not good."

Qi Yan quickly stopped his wild thoughts and decided that he must take a couple of deep breaths when his younger sister arrived.

"Master Dean?"

"Eat yours!"

The two quickly finished their food, then leaned back in their chairs and comfortably rubbed their bellies.

At this moment, Ato still felt as if he were in a dream.

Who would have thought that just wanting to steal a little food would turn him into an accomplice of his own dean, and even allow him to enjoy being cooked by the dean himself.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing can't be publicized, otherwise, one will inevitably be punished... No, wait!

To hell with Theresis's punishment! This is something I have to brag about. Even if I'm punished afterwards by having to write the 'Qimen Bible' upside down eight times, it's still a win!

"What are you grinning about?" Qi Yan stood up and patted Ato's forehead, saying worriedly, "My cooking skills aren't as good as Hibiscus's, are they? How did you make him go crazy?"

"No no!"

Atto quickly stood up, not forgetting Qi Yan's instructions: "I'll take Dean to find Biyura right now."

Qi Yan nodded and followed behind Ato. The two of them skillfully slipped out of the cafeteria and followed the alley to a house whose lights had already been turned off.

Seeing this, Atto volunteered: "It seems that Biura is already resting. I'll go knock on the door and wake her up for you."

"That's all for you. I just came to pick up something."

Qi Yan waved to indicate that Ato could leave.

Hearing this, Ato was a little confused, but he didn't take it too seriously. He was thinking about going back and bragging to his friends about his experience that night, so he left Qi Yan with great speed.

As he reached the street corner, Ato subconsciously glanced back, and his steps froze.

He discovered that his wise and great Dean was actually trying to pry open Yura's window without any regard for his image!

Atto tried to speak up to warn them, but it was too late.

To his astonishment, the window was suddenly opened from the inside, and Biura appeared in the window wearing pajamas, her hair slightly disheveled, holding a wooden stick.

Without giving Qi Yan any chance to speak, Biyula brought the wooden stick down on his head.