Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

But the patriot still couldn't shake off the worries in his heart.

Even Xiao Ke on Rhodes Island knew that although Qi Lin seemed to be the more assertive sibling, in reality, it was quite the opposite. Qi Lin would foolishly carry out any order Qi Yan gave.

Beside Patriot, Blood Demon Lord glanced at Qi Yan's excited expression with disdain before continuing to look down at the medical book in his hand.

At first, everyone thought that the Blood Demon Lord's desire to learn medicine was just a momentary impulse, but in the end, it turned out that everyone underestimated the extent of the Blood Demon Lord's obsessive personality.

After receiving the medical books, he actually persisted in studying them, to the point that he never put the books down.

Qi Yan sensed the Blood Demon Lord's disdainful gaze and decisively retorted:

"A natural healer, have you learned acupuncture?"

"I hope that next time we meet, you won't still be getting a lecture from Warfarin like a son for a mistake in inserting the needle."

The Blood Demon Lord's face immediately turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a wolf or a fly.

He slammed the book shut, raised his chin confidently, and said, "This will never happen again."

"So confident?"

"Because my injuries have recovered somewhat, I will be returning to Lentinium after you leave."

"It is shameful to run away."

“But it works.”

The Blood Demon Lord skillfully retorted to Qi Yan's taunts, his expression gradually returning to its original elegance, tinged with a hint of smugness.

These past few days, he has been relentlessly harassed by Qi Yan and the shapeshifters. Every night, lying in bed, he tosses and turns, unable to sleep, and frantically replays the process of his failed argument.

Compared to his progress in medical skills, his arguing skills have skyrocketed.

Qi Yan was taken aback by the rebuke, then suddenly turned to Warfarin beside her to complain:

"Your ancestor secretly used his blood to hold up a cheat sheet behind you while you were memorizing the knowledge points yesterday."

Blood Demon Lord: ?!

Warfarin's eyes sharpened instantly, slicing across the Blood Demon Lord like a knife.

Despite being just a junior, Warfarin's status as a teacher made the Blood Demon Lord appear inferior in terms of imposing presence.

The Blood Demon Lord glared hatefully at Qi Yan, the culprit, but dared not speak further, fearing that this guy would reveal some more dirt.

After easily subduing the Blood Demon Lord, Qi Yan, considering their impending separation, refrained from further harming him.

"Grandpa, we're leaving."

Qi Yan waved goodbye to the group and then turned to climb into the driver's seat of the SUV.

Before his hand could even touch the car door, a large hand grabbed the back of his collar.

Patriot grabbed Qi Yan, shoved him into the passenger seat, and then watched intently as Qi Lin got into the driver's seat before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Be careful on your journey," Patriot reminded them again.

He wasn't worried about what problems the brother and sister would encounter after arriving at their destination; he was only worried about whether they could even reach their destination.

"With me here, you can rest assured, Grandpa," Qi Yan assured him, patting his chest.

"What I don't trust is you."

Chapter 749 Textbook-level Arrogance

Patriot pressed Qi Yan's head back down from the car window and then personally helped Qi Yan fasten his seatbelt.

After doing all this, Patriot was still not at ease and began to consider whether he should use Sarkaz witchcraft to add an extra layer of protection for Qi Yan.

The Blood Demon Lord, standing to the side, looked at Patriot with some disapproval.

In his opinion, Patriot was worrying for nothing; given Qi Yan's abilities, the off-road vehicle was purely a toy.

Once Qi Yan had had enough fun, he took his sister and ran to Brentwood Town, which would actually be faster.

But as he watched Patriot leaning over the car window, nagging and giving instructions to Qi Yan, Blood Demon Lord suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"This is……"

The Blood Demon Lord ran his fingertips along the spine of the medical book in his hand, his brows gradually furrowing.

He tried hard to recall his long life journey, and gradually found a similar fragment from those long-forgotten memories.

That was someone he despised, a cowardly demon king who displeased him, and a close relative whom he personally buried.

That person, it seems, used to nag like that whenever I was out.

"...Tsk."

The Blood Demon Lord's mood suddenly turned very bad.

Unlike his frustration after being harassed by Qi Yan and the shapeshifters, this time his mood was so bad that the Blood Demon Lord wanted to run away immediately.

"Hey, little cat, Egg Roll!"

Qi Yan's shout pulled the Blood Demon Lord back to reality from that strange emotion, and his scarlet eyes glanced disapprovingly at the white-haired Lupo.

"What kind of strange accent is that?" the Blood Demon Lord said unhappily.

"Never mind that," Qi Yan said with a smile. "Since you're going back to Lentinium, please pass on a message for me on your way."

"What?"

"Tell Therese that he won't have to pay for his nursing home visits anymore."

Hearing this, the Blood Demon Lord was somewhat surprised.

He asked with a skeptical look, "You money-grubbing bastard, would you really be this kind?"

Qi Yan leaned out of the car window, his smile gradually turning lewd:

"Since this operation is over, we'll all be family now, so talking about money would be too formal."

Blood Demon Lord: "...I will relay the message."

"See you later..."

Before Qi Yan could finish speaking, Qi Lin grabbed his wolf ears and forcibly pulled him back into the car.

Without giving Qi Yan a chance to continue, Qi Lin decisively started the off-road vehicle and sped off.

Patriot stood there, silently watching the SUV drive away until it disappeared into the distance.

"I'm leaving too."

The Blood Demon Lord, not wanting to see this scene any longer, immediately turned and walked towards Lentinium.

“My Lord,” Warfarin suddenly spoke from behind him, “you are welcome to return anytime.”

The Blood Demon Lord paused for a moment, but did not turn around, and immediately continued to move forward.

Only his soft hum drifted away in the wind.

Warfarin's eyes widened slightly, and she decisively pulled out a well-worn, slightly creased notebook from her bag.

Skillfully locating the page she wanted, Warfarin quickly browsed through it, closed the notebook, and sighed as she looked at the Blood Lord's retreating figure:

"This is textbook-level tsundere behavior! As expected of the Great Lord, he easily accomplished what I couldn't!"

"Warfarin!"

Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Lord turned around and roared angrily.

Warfarin gently tapped her head with her little fist, trying to get away with it by being cute.

The Blood Demon Lord's lips twitched, but he ultimately chose not to retaliate and quickened his pace to leave the scene.

Patriot withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the nursing home, saying to Warfarin as he did so:

"Go back to work. The nursing home needs you a lot these next few days."

"I know, I know, but there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Upon hearing about work, Warfarin's fair face darkened slightly: "With Qi Lin gone, I'm left to carry the burden. I can't possibly cure all the patients at once. Let's take it slow."

"Our time is running out," Patriot said slowly.

The Patriot turned and gazed at Lentinium in the distance, sighing:

"The war is about to accelerate."

"You mean nursing homes will be taking in more injured people in the future?" Warfarin asked.

Faced with Warfarin's doubts, Patriot shook his head in denial:

"If the nursing home can survive, that's one thing, but with its current level of defense, it's unlikely to survive this war."

Hearing this, Warfarin was even more puzzled:

"Who would bother to provoke a nursing home? With Qi Yan around, the nursing home is a ticking time bomb. Anyone who dares to touch it will be finished."

“If the Sarkaz lose, Theresis and the Sarkaz won’t target the nursing home, after all, this place is called Kazdel.”

The patriot said in a somber tone: "But if Victoria loses, do you think they will swallow the humiliation of national subjugation, or would rather die than live in dishonor?"

Don't underestimate their madness because of their current hesitant behavior; they are a pack of jackals driven by self-interest, daring to pounce on a lion.

Upon hearing this, Warfarin swallowed hard and decisively backed down:

"Then let's get started on the land as soon as possible, let's take the first step of the Thirty-Six Stratagems."

"We definitely have to leave. Staying near Londinium will inevitably lead to us being affected by the war."

Patriot, a seasoned veteran, was far more composed than Warfarin.

He slowly returned to the nursing home and shared his analysis with Warfarin:

"But given the current situation, nursing homes cannot escape. They are a paradise that no one dares to touch, and an important weapon that no one is willing to give up."

Not only the dukes, but also the various nations eyeing Victoria with predatory intent would certainly be happy to see Victoria descend into complete chaos, which underscores the importance of Windermere, the Duke who guards the frontier.

Warfarin was getting impatient and said with distress:

"Wouldn't we be met with a fierce attack from 'unknown forces' as soon as we reach the Victoria frontier?"

“We can’t even reach the frontier, so we can’t go too far,” Patriot said confidently. “If I can think of that, so can the Doctor.”

When that time comes, the outcome is still uncertain. Whoever dares to lay a hand on me, I wouldn't hesitate to cut it off as a medal to deter any potential enemies from entering the nursing home.

Patriot spoke calmly, but the sudden surge of energy he exuded deeply moved Warfarin.

Having lived with the Patriots for so long, the always amiable Sarkaz has never lost his temper with anyone.

But his essence has never changed.

He is Sarkaz, he is Wendigo, a warrior who has spent his life on the battlefield, a legend who has stepped over countless corpses to reach where he is today!

Warfarin's slightly tense heart suddenly calmed down.

Rhodes Island is not a sheep that can be slaughtered at will just because Qi Yan is gone.

"Hey, come on, come on."

Warfarin sighed softly: "If conflict can be avoided, then we should remain silent. If fighting is necessary, then we should fight to the end."

War is such a hateful word. It represents countless incurable wounds and the loss of life of one patient after another before my eyes.

This is too cruel for a doctor.

Chapter 750 A meeting between wind and cloud

Patriot and Warfarin quietly returned to the nursing home without attracting anyone's attention.

Just like Qi Yan and her brother, they didn't publicize their actions when they left the nursing home.

"I go first."

Patriot said goodbye to Warfarin and turned to walk towards his house.

He still has a lot to prepare.

Warfarin nodded silently and returned to the temporary hospital alone.

In the hospital lobby, Frostnova was talking to Talulah when she saw Warfarin return. Frostnova raised her hand and beckoned her over.