Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The nurse nodded, then said blankly:

"The dean also gets a share of the profits?"

Biura took out an account book from his desk drawer, opened it, examined it for a moment, and confirmed:

"The nursing home is just starting out and the cash flow is insufficient. The director has set an example by taking on more than 200,000 yuan in debt. I will add another entry for him later."

Little nurse: "..."

Does this dean, who sets an example by his own conduct, know that he is setting a good example?

Noticing the confusion in the nurse's eyes, Biura put down the ledger and spread her hands, saying:

"The dean has never been involved in any affairs; this decision was made on his behalf by Patriot."

According to the old man, the director will get used to it sooner or later.

"The dean is so pitiful."

The nurses felt sorry for Qi Yan for a moment.

Biura glanced at her sideways and said irritably:

"You, the employee, are actually feeling sorry for the boss. Once the nursing home actually receives a steady stream of patients, the director will be making a fortune."

"Then it will be up to you and me to work hard so that the dean can drive his car at will on a different location every year at the end of the year."

The nurse's earlier pleasure in the ward vanished completely, and then transferred to Biura's face.

Luckily, I'm a junior manager now, so when Qi Yanbiao moves the land, she can just sit back and watch in her basic warship.

"You can continue with your work."

Biyura suppressed the urge to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and waved his hand, saying, "Also, keep an eye on the Dean and don't let him get away. This is Miss Qi Lin's instruction, and I, Biyura, swear to fight for Miss Qi Lin to the death!"

The nurse nodded, then hugged the window and left the office.

In the corridor, she happened to see Qi Yan looking energetic, striding around inspecting the hospital environment.

"Hello, Dean."

Out of the habit ingrained in working people, the young nurse greeted them immediately.

"Hello to you too, you've worked hard."

Qi Yan nodded, his expression calm as he brushed past the nurse.

The nurse took a few more steps, then suddenly woke up, her face changed drastically, and she turned to look, only to find that Qi Yan had already taken off running.

"Oh no! The headmaster has escaped!"

The nurse's exclamation echoed throughout the hospital.

The once quiet hospital suddenly became lively, with a large number of doctors and nurses peeking out from the corridor doors, and even patients, despite their injuries, wanted to catch a glimpse of their hospital director's heroic figure.

Five minutes later, everyone witnessed their dean being dragged away by the Patriots like a puppy.

"Wow, that's Dean Qi Yan, but why is he wearing a hospital gown too?"

"I heard that the director has been diagnosed with COVID-19. His sister wrote the medical record herself. The director worked day and night for the nursing home and even developed a mental illness from exhaustion."

"I see, Dean, you've been working so hard... But what exactly have you been busy with?"

Amidst the whispers of the group, Qi Yan was dragged back to an office by Patriot.

Placing Qi Yan on the ground, Patriot sat in his modified oversized office chair and said helplessly:

"The hospital is a place that needs to be quiet, so don't disturb the patients' rest."

"I didn't make a sound; it was those people who reported my location who were shouting and yelling the whole way," Qi Yan said, defiantly shifting the blame.

Patriot shook his head and didn't argue with Qi Yan.

He knew that if he continued talking, Qi Yan would only drag him into his area of ​​expertise and then use his rich experience to confuse him.

"Qi Yan, I just received a report on the situation outside."

Patriot pointed to the file on his desktop: "It was personally delivered by Grey Hat, one of Duke Caster's men, and it contains a detailed record of the changes in the battlefield situation."

Qi Yan walked over, picked up the document, and solemnly began to open it.

Half a minute later, he tossed the file back onto the desktop: "I don't understand it."

patriot:"……"

Seeing that Qi Yan was slacking off again, he had no choice but to personally help her select the key points for analysis:

"In the battle outside Silverstone Cliff, Duke Windermere's forces suffered heavy losses, but in return, the Sarkaz Bloodlords were forced to withdraw, and only Manfred from the Sarkaz support squad was taken away by the Carrion King."

This battle was undoubtedly a great victory for the Duke's side. Even with the divine power of the Sarkaz participating in the battle, it was impossible to restore their morale. The Duke's victory even deterred various forces outside Victoria who were eyeing the city covetously.

The news of the Duke of Windermere's serious injury could not be concealed, but that did not matter; she was still alive, and there would be no trouble at the Victorian border.

After the war, the three Grand Dukes met for a meeting, the contents of which Kester did not disclose. However, afterwards, the Iron Duke and Kester personally dispatched troops to escort Windermere and her daughter back to the border, clearly indicating that they had reached a consensus on strategic objectives.

Patriot said so much, but Qi Yan's wolf ears twitched only when he heard the news that Windermere and her daughter had returned safely; all other news went in one ear and out the other.

Seeing that Qi Yan wasn't interested in these matters, Patriot skipped over the war information:

"Having experienced the brutality of war, the nursing home is expected to receive some people seeking your asylum in the future, and they will be the first group of people to receive funding from the nursing home."

Biura has already drawn up the admission regulations, and your share of the profits will be included in them.

Qi Yan's eyes widened instantly, almost causing him to activate his Golden Eyes without using the Source Stone.

At this point, Patriot took a breath before continuing to the main point:

"Based on my prediction, after receiving this group of customers, your debt at the nursing home will drop to below 200,000."

Qi Yan: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"No, Grandpa, something's wrong!" Qi Yan slumped onto the desk, wailing, "What debt? I didn't know anything about it!"

"This is an inevitable stage in the development of nursing homes, and it cannot be avoided," Patriot reassured.

"No! I don't accept it!"

Qi Yan couldn't face the fact: "Can't I just not take this dividend?"

Patriot stroked his chin and confirmed:

"Are you really going to give up your share of the profits? If so, I'll just transfer those profits to Qi Lin."

"I can't let my own sister down... I'll give it to Frostnova."

Patriot's crimson eyes stared directly at Qi Yan, who shrugged and shrank back with a sheepish grin.

"Since you said it yourself, then I'll accept it on Yelena's behalf," Patriot said irritably.

Qi Yan noticed something was off about Patriot's reaction, and a look of suspicion finally appeared on his face. His brain, which had been idle for a long time and was almost rusty, began to try to restart.

But Patriot didn't give him that time. He tapped the table and continued:

"The Doctor and his entourage have also set off for Brentwood. He asked Grey Hat to pass on a message to you."

He said, "You can rest slowly. Before you can sort out your thoughts, I'll take care of everything for you. I promise you this with my Originium for the next ten years."

After conveying what the doctor needed to say, Patriot paused, then said what he wanted to say:

"Qi Yan, do you need any help?"

Faced with the patriot's question, Qi Yan lowered his head slightly and fell silent.

Patriots didn't rush to urge Qi Yan, patiently waiting for him to make a decision.

The room was silent for a moment, then Qi Yan finally raised his head again and asked:

"Old man, when I forcibly changed your will to die and brought you to Rhodes Island, did you ever mind or hate my actions?"

Chapter 737 Come Home Often~ Come Home and Visit~

Patriot stared silently at Qi Yan with his bloodshot eyes, not in a hurry to answer.

He shifted in his large office chair, making room for one person. It wasn't big, but it was just enough for one person to sit down.

Patriot then reached out his hand.

Qi Yan walked around the desk, took his hand, and was pulled to sit in a chair by the other man.

The two people, one big and one small, squeezed between the chairs, pressed tightly against each other.

A large hand landed on Qi Yan's head, gently rubbing his hair.

The patriot's tone was tinged with amusement:

That's not the question you want to ask.

"It's not that mysterious. I don't usually tell riddles." Qi Yan laughed. "Just think of it as a questionnaire."

"I see. Well, my answer is, thank you."

"Old man, tell me, what exactly is redemption?"

"You are my salvation."

Qi Yan gently rested her head on Patriot's arm, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

The patriot's large hand gently protected his body, and he said in a calm tone:

"During your time away from Rhodes Island, have you made any new friends?"

"Lots, you know, I'm best at making friends."

"Okay, but don't be too playful, and remember to come back and visit more often in the future."

Patriot nodded when Qi Yan agreed, and like a father having a casual chat, he spoke in a slightly rambling manner:

"You need to take some time to go back to your dorm room on Rhodes Island and tidy it up. Even though Qi Lin cleans it for you every day, it's still full of gifts that everyone gave you."

"That little rascal from Extreme Realm is the worst. Every time he brings back gifts from field missions, he deliberately piles them on your bed, even blocking the one I gave you, which was previously hidden by the amulet you hung by your bedside."

"What did he give as gifts?" Qi Yan asked curiously.

“We didn’t open them.” Patriot shook his head. “But he once revealed that most of them were local specialty drinks, and he said he wanted to turn your dorm room into a no-curfew bar.”

After that, Ji Jing slipped on the suddenly icy ground several times while walking, and the matter was eventually left unresolved.

"Good job!"

“Outcast started planning his retirement ceremony after returning from Hillshire.”

Patriot continued talking about the daily routines of Rhodes Island: "Unfortunately, everyone is busy with Victoria's affairs again, and her plans have to be postponed for the time being."

She herself didn't seem to care much, and instead wanted to take the gun and go to Victoria again, but this was ultimately rejected by a unanimous vote from Kal'tsit and the others at a meeting.

"Good job!"

"Before Logos and his group went to Victoria, they discussed with the doctor and the others about holding another office wheelchair race."

Patriot couldn't help but chuckle as he said this: "Later, I don't know how, after they held a few secret meetings behind Kal'tsit's back, they suddenly changed it to a deck football league."

The Doctor recruited a large group of push-pull special agents, confidently vowing to win the match, but Scout and his team pushed Nightingale onto the field, making her the goalkeeper...

The Doctor's team suffered a crushing defeat, and all participants were hung on the bridge by Kal'tsit; the scene was truly spectacular.

"I actually missed it..."

Qi Yan's voice grew softer and softer as he leaned his head against Patriot's arm and gradually fell asleep.

The voices of patriots gradually softened:

"Before leaving this time, I need to say goodbye to Qi Lin properly."

"The old lovers in the cave, ah, Qi Yan and this big guy, who is the god who controls time?"

Ines's sarcastic remarks lingered in Hadley's ears.

Hedley knew that even though Ines was talking about Qi Yan, he was actually mocking himself.

Hedley could only manage a wry smile at this.

“I don’t think this was part of the Doctor’s original plan.” Hedley scratched his head in frustration, trying to change the subject. “How are we supposed to get out of this cave alive now?”

"That depends on your ex-lover's attitude."

Ines looked at the woman in Sarkaz uniform who was leading a large group of Sarkaz and had surrounded her and the others.