Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Warfarin immediately obediently distanced herself and stood properly.

Just then, an annoying voice came from beside them:

"So, between the two of you, who is the real teacher? The roles are reversed, aren't they?"

Qi Yan yawned, walked over to Qi Lin, casually took the pink thermos from her waist, glanced at it, and tossed it to Warfarin:

"Although it may not be as fresh as the ones that were just released, it should be suitable as experimental material for the improvement plan of drug number two. Let's keep up the good work."

Warfarin caught the thermos and couldn't help but reveal a twisted smile: "Can I have a couple of sips?"

"If you want to drink it, you can go to Longmen city to look for it. There is no less than a ton of it there, but it has all lost its activity."

Warfarin turned slightly to the side, tilted her head at a 45-degree angle, and glared at Qi Yan with puffed-out cheeks:

"That's like it being expired and spoiled. Humph, I'm not drinking it!"

Qi Yan glanced at her sideways, not having the energy to play along with her antics, and turned to look at Qi Lin directly.

His tone was somewhat serious:

"Next time, be a good boy and listen to me. Don't act on your own and do anything risky."

Qi Lin glanced at the thermos in Warfarin's hand, knowing that Qi Yan had noticed the dents and scratches on it.

She lowered her head slightly and whispered, "I understand."

A gentle, large hand ruffled her hair and messed it up.

After doing his mischief, Qi Yan walked towards his dormitory with a satisfied expression and yawning.

Although the aftereffects of the Pure Originium were much better than those of other Originiums, Qi Yan still felt waves of fatigue washing over him.

In a daze, he saw a tall and straight figure walking towards him from the other end of the corridor.

Chapter 097 Generation Gap

"Young friend Qi Yan, you look a little tired."

Herag looked at Qi Yan and took out a candy from his pocket: "Eating some sweets might help you."

"Thank you, General, but I'm going to take a nap. Eating candy will ruin my teeth."

Qi Yan took the candy and put it in his pocket.

Herag smiled, not taking Qi Yan's constitution too seriously, wondering if he really had the problem of bad teeth.

Then, as if by magic, he pulled a folded sheet from his pocket:

"Please forgive my intrusion, but I have been staying on Rhodes Island for some time now, but I have still maintained contact with my men. I just received intelligence about Chernobog."

Perhaps what's here will be helpful to Rhodes Island.

"General, you are too kind. You are only here at Rhodes Island to be with your daughter. We at Rhodes Island will not restrict your personal freedom."

Qi Yan took the order, perked up, opened it, and looked down at it.

A meticulously crafted and detailed hand-drawn structural diagram of the core city came into Qi Yan's view.

Qi Yan: "..."

Although it was somewhat inappropriate, he felt that his tender heart had suffered a devastating blow.

"Thank you, General. At least you've made me realize that I'm definitely not suited to be a vanguard operator," Qi Yan said softly.

He realized that a generation gap had once again emerged between him and today's young people.

However, this did not discourage Hrag; his mindset had long since become calm and undisturbed with the passage of time.

"Speaking of career path selection, I think young friend Qi Yan, you should consider the Guardian and Caster classes. Your physique and Originium Arts are both very strong."

As Herag recalled the Lungmen battle video sent by his subordinates, he couldn't help but marvel at Qi Yan's power once again, seeing how Qi Yan skillfully manipulated the Originium Arts of Blood.

Upon hearing Helag's suggestion, Qi Yan's previously tired eyes widened instantly:

"General, even though I respect you greatly, I will still be angry if you use such a vicious sorcerer's insult against me!"

Hrag: ?

The generation gap is definitely a problem.

Helag mentally rallied himself, regained his composure, and gave an apologetic smile:

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

But judging from what you're saying, young friend Qi Yan, are you planning to choose the Guardian class?

"I'm not going, you're all curled up like a dog." Qi Yan pouted.

Herag's hand, which had just reached into his pocket, froze instantly.

A moment later, he lowered his hand expressionlessly.

Well, these next few days, don't tell Qi Yan that he has officially joined Rhodes Island.

After subtly catching his breath, Hrag regrouped and asked directly:

"Then tell me yourself, young friend Qi Yan, what career path you're interested in, and satisfy this old man's curiosity."

Qi Yan scratched his head and said seriously:

"Special Forces, there's a sub-branch called the Executioner, characterized by its super mobility, which people jokingly call 'rapid resurrection'."

I feel like this is a profession tailor-made for me. No matter how fast other executioners are, it still takes them about twenty seconds. Even if I'm killed on the spot, I can resurrect myself within three seconds!

Hrag: ? ? ?

He had indeed heard of the nickname "quick resurrection" before.

Is there a difference between Qi Yan's understanding of rapid resurrection and other people's understanding of rapid resurrection?

After hesitating for a moment, Hrag decided that if he wanted to build a closer relationship with the young people, it would be better to find someone else.

He reached into his pocket and a delicate handmade sachet appeared in his palm:

"I can tell that young friend Qi Yan does look a bit tired. This is something I got from a lady in the Rhodes Island greenhouse. It has a calming and sleep-inducing effect, and I hope it can help you."

Qi Yan took the sachet, paused for a moment, and then suddenly asked:

"General, is your pocket a dimensional space?"

Hrag: ? ? ? ?

Before Helag could react, Qi Yan waved his hand first and said self-deprecatingly:

"It's probably a generation gap caused by age. We young people don't like to carry too many things in our pockets. Anyway, thank you, General."

With that, he waved his hand, took what he had obtained from Hrag, and walked away.

Hrag stood there, clutching his pocket, looking somewhat bewildered.

"I see. I'll correct some of my mistakes next time. I can't let young people dislike an old man like me."

He smiled and prepared to turn and leave when he bumped into Warfarin, who was humming a little tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Good morning, Ms. Warfarin," Herag greeted her politely.

Warfarin paused, forcibly suppressing the urge to perform, and smiled:

"General, it's good to see you chatting with Qi Yan. It's rare to see someone who can chat with Qi Yan so well."

Helag gave a wry smile: "It's mainly because young friend Qi Yan cooperated with me. There's too much of a generation gap between me and you young people."

Warfarin was overjoyed by the young man's words.

She tried her best to control her urge to laugh out loud, and giggled sweetly:

"General, you're quite the talker, but the generation gap between you and Qi Yan isn't just about age."

"what is that?"

"It's the generation gap between humans and dogs."

Hrag: ? ? ? ? ?

Herag left and returned to his dormitory.

He didn't know how he got back. He was in a daze the whole time, and he felt that his mind, which had been smoothed over by the years, was beginning to crumble.

On the other side, Qi Yan dragged his body, which felt as if it were filled with lead, back to his dormitory.

He casually snapped a picture of the core city's structural map with his terminal, sent it to Kal'tsit, and then buried himself in his blankets.

He fell into a deep sleep, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible floral fragrance.

When he woke up, the sky outside was already faintly bright with the golden dawn.

"Hmm, are we sleeping straight until the next day?"

Qi Yan scratched his head and picked up the terminal to check the time.

Before the time was up, dozens of text messages from Kal'tsit filled the screen the moment I opened the terminal.

'This land...'

I don't look at riddles.

Qi Yan decisively crossed out the first one.

I don't know your condition...

'You dare not reply to my messages...'

After deleting one line after another, Qi Yan finally refined only two lines of content.

'You and your photography skills are laughable!'

'The core city content is very important, take another picture of it immediately!'

"Isn't this a sign that I can type properly?"

Qi Yan opened the terminal's photo album and realized that, in her daze, she had only taken a picture of the title of the structural diagram and a small part of it.

He carefully found the right angle, fiddled with it for a while, and then slowly put the terminal down.

"So why didn't I just take the structural diagram to her office instead of taking pictures with this broken terminal?"

That way, my photography skills are completely out of the question... I'm so clever!

Qi Yan quickly washed his face, then sauntered out of the dormitory with the structural diagram in his hand.

He hadn't walked far when he felt a slight tremor beneath his feet on the Rhodes Island ship.

At the same time, Amiya's pleasant voice came through the loudspeakers in the corridor.

"Rhodes Island is about to leave Lungmen. Please do not linger on the deck or bridge. We are expected to reach a stable operating state in ten minutes... Oh dear, the Doctor is still on the bridge!"

Chapter 098 Block, Must Block

Qi Yan knocked on Kal'tsit's office, but there was no response.

His confidence immediately surged, and he kicked open the office door, sauntering inside.

The room was indeed empty, except for a still-warm cup of coffee, which sat quietly on the table.

"Drinking coffee so early in the morning, did you stay up late last night?"

Qi Yan picked up his coffee and, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, drank it all in one gulp.

Then he was so disgusted that he stuck out his tongue and quickly took out the candy that Hrag had given him yesterday and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweet taste dispelled the bitterness in her mouth, saving Qi Yan's pitiful taste buds.

"Dr. Kal'tsit... Oh, it's Mr. Qi Yan."

A logistics officer appeared at the office door and was somewhat surprised to see Qi Yan.

Qi Yan put down his coffee cup and said confidently:

"You keep talking about Kal'tsit all the time. Do you think Kal'tsit is the only person in charge at Rhodes Island?"

If you have anything to report, feel free to tell me directly.

A hint of suspicion flashed across the logistics officer's face.