Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

Helag's tone was unusually hurried.

Qi Yan interlaced his fingers, speaking leisurely:

"Whichever it is, it's hope, isn't it?"

In reality, he had no idea about such details. Anyway, the Originium had indeed melted, and even if the blood was dried, the Originium would not be released again.

Herag gazed intently at Qi Yan, whose smile remained unchanged as he met his gaze calmly.

On this land, no one can remain calm in the face of the opportunity to cure Oripathy.

The composure that Herag displayed far surpassed that of 99% of the Terrans.

The clinic fell silent again.

After a long while, Hrag's somewhat hoarse voice rang out:

Whom do you want me to save?

Qi Yan's lips curled up in a smile.

Six-star operator, the starving swordsman!

Qi Yan calmly stated his conditions:

"On the day the cataclysm strikes, a team of Rhodes Island personnel will enter Chernobog from the south of the city. Their objective is to draw the Reunion Movement's firepower and assist the infiltration and evacuation of the real Rhodes Island forces."

I want you to protect that group of thirteen people; don't let a single one of them die.

Herag paused for a moment, then said seriously, "I guarantee with my own life that they will be safe and sound."

"Your life is just as important." Qi Yan's expression was somewhat solemn. "There have been enough tragedies on this land where parents have lost their children and children have lost their parents."

"……I will."

"There's no need to plant a flag for yourself."

A hint of confusion flashed in Hrag's eyes, clearly not understanding what planting a flag meant.

He suddenly realized that, without even noticing, there was such a huge generation gap between him and today's young people.

Sometimes, even conversations are incomprehensible.

Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly realized something and looked up at the clinic entrance.

Qi Yan followed Helag's gaze.

A steady footstep gradually came from outside the door, and then a tall and burly figure appeared in front of the clinic.

Helag recognized the person.

Qi Yan also smiled and waved his hand:

"Old man, how did you find your way here? Can you even get through that door? Don't knock the general's gate down."

The patriot outside the door paused, bent down slightly, and carefully crawled in.

"You dare to ask me why I'm here? I already told you, I'm letting you stay at school."

Patriot explained his purpose and then looked at Hrag.

His tall figure bowed slightly as he greeted Herag:

"General, it really is you. I thought it was just a rumor."

A hint of melancholy flickered in Hrag's eyes: "It's been many years, Bozokasti."

Should I call you, now, a patriot?

"...General, do you remember me?"

Patriot seemed somewhat surprised.

A slight smile appeared on Hrag's face:

"That year, if you hadn't led the Shield Guards and charged into the fortress through the blizzard, I would have died at the hands of the Silver Spear Pegasus."

"It is my warriors, brave, who do not care about sacrifice."

There was a moment of silence in the clinic.

Then Hrag asked in confusion:

"Your way of speaking is very different from what it was decades ago."

Back then, you were a very eloquent person.

The patriot paused for a moment, then explained:

"The infection has changed my vocal cords, and now it's very difficult for me to speak continuously; it's ridiculous."

The clinic fell silent again.

Two aged legends gazed intently at each other, wanting to say so much, yet speechless for a moment.

The sound of a heavy object being dragged across the floor broke the atmosphere.

The two of them turned to look at Qi Yan, who had made the sound.

"Hehe, you two continue chatting. I was just thinking of helping the old man move something to sit on," Qi Yan chuckled dryly.

Patriot looked at the table next to Qi Yan, appearing somewhat helpless:

"Why don't you just raise them... Why have your eyes turned black?"

Qi Yan shrugged, looking innocent:

"Because the night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light, so sometimes it's dark and sometimes it's bright."

Why does a perfectly poetic sentence sound like it makes you want to punch Qi Yan when he says it?

Patriot suppressed his inner turmoil, raised his hand to lift the table next to Qi Yan, placed it under him, and sat down.

His tall figure, sitting on the table, did not appear out of place; on the contrary, it suited him perfectly.

"Stop right there, you brat! Where are you running off to now?"

Once Patriot was settled, he immediately called out to stop Qi Yan, who was trying to slip away.

Caught red-handed sneaking away, Qi Yan forced a laugh:

"It's not that I'm afraid of disturbing your reminiscing, so I'm just temporarily stepping aside."

The patriot stared intently at him, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"You stay here. I will personally take you back later."

Qi Yan's expression immediately fell.

He had just slipped out and was about to be caught and taken back; how could he possibly accept that?

For freedom, let's go!

Qi Yan clenched his fists and looked at Herag:

"General, if we don't act now, when will we?"

Patriot slowly turned his head and looked at Helag with a puzzled expression.

Meeting Patriot's gaze, Hrag suddenly felt inexplicably ashamed.

"This matter is outside of our agreement; you must resolve it yourself."

Herag lowered his head, keeping his eyes down and his mouth focused on the situation, determined not to get involved in Qi Yan's troublesome affairs.

Patriot's heart stirred slightly upon hearing Hrag's words.

In the end, he didn't say anything and turned to continue silently watching Qi Yan.

Chapter 011 Not a Very Good Kid

Qi Yan silently lowered his hands and sat back down in his chair.

The main selling point is that she's well-behaved!

Patriot breathed a slight sigh of relief; otherwise, if Qi Yan had jumped up, he would have really had a headache.

Although he only had a brief exchange with Qi Yan and even gained the upper hand, Patriot could tell that Qi Yan wasn't taking it seriously at the time.

Judging from the strength and speed Qi Yan displayed, he was capable of posing a threat to him.

Patriot temporarily put aside Qi Yan's matter and looked at Helag.

He was somewhat excited at that moment.

Patriot remained silent, staring at Hrag, wanting to say something but unsure what to say.

Patriots wanted to speak out and invited Hrag to join the Reunion Movement.

But the information revealed in Qi Yan's words made Patriot realize that he was a step too late.

Or perhaps, he never had any hope at all.

In the end, it was Hrag who took the initiative to speak:

"To be honest, the reason I stayed here was to meet the leader of the Kitahara Guerrilla Force."

I originally thought that out of the dozen or so Wendigories, you were the least likely. Someone even bet me that you, as a born Ursus soldier, would rise to the rank of Marshal.

The patriots seemed to show little emotional fluctuation:

"I'm just a captain, general. Times have changed."

I am a Sarkaz, after all.

A sigh sounded.

Herag said, “That tolerant emperor is gone. The current emperor still treats you as monsters, not warriors of Ursus. They continue to suppress you and your people.”

Patriot swayed slightly, his battle-hardened armor creaking softly.

He said, “I don’t care. Ursus, with its countless war beasts engulfing the land, I am nothing.”

All I want is to stand shoulder to shoulder with my soldiers.

The topic seems to have come to an end.

Then the sound of water being poured was heard.

The two turned to look at the culprit.

Qi Yan held the teapot, filled two cups with tea, and placed them in front of the two people.

He said with a grin:

"What's the point of you two talking so dryly? You say a few words and then pause for half a minute. The atmosphere isn't right."

Let's start at a certain time; once we've started drinking, the conversation will naturally flow.

Hrag took the teacup, his expression somewhat strange:

"Have you ever thought that the reason our emotions are inconsistent is because of you?"

"Then I'll go?"

Qi Yan looked pleasantly surprised.

"It's us who are leaving."

Patriot slowly rose, bowed to Hrag, and then said:

"General, we both have our own things to do now. Let's talk again next time we meet. I still have some wine that I brought from Beiyuan."

Helag also stood up:

“I’m really looking forward to it. I heard you also adopted a goddaughter. When my goddaughter is a little older, let them meet her.”

Patriot turned around, glanced at Qi Yan, and walked out of the clinic.

Qi Yan didn't cause any trouble. He waved goodbye to Helag and obediently followed behind Patriot.

The two returned to the ground.

Qi Yan then realized that the outside was already surrounded by members of the Reunion Movement.

"Seriously, old man? You're making such a big fuss to deal with a little thing like me?"