Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

But he still lowered his head and recorded the doctor's words in the terminal.

After saving everything, Rosemary remembered her important task and was about to pick up her textbook to ask the professor for help when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Chapter 1176 Powerful Strike is the strongest skill in Arknights!

When the doctor opened the hotel room door, he saw a haggard-looking, one-legged old man sitting in a wheelchair.

Loken was already physically weak, and after suffering the loss of his leg, he has only now barely regained his mobility. However, his condition is obviously extremely poor. His face is completely bloodless, his eye sockets are sunken, and he looks neither human nor ghost.

"Tsk, where did this beggar come from?"

The doctor stood in the doorway with a look of disgust, took a coin out of his pocket and threw it at Loken's face: "Go away, go beg somewhere else."

Loken didn't even have a chance to say a word before the doctor slammed the door shut.

Inside the house, Rosemary stepped forward, her face full of doubt:

"A beggar? Is that person outside really here to beg for food?"

From her perception, the person outside the door was indeed very ordinary and weak.

But the doctor's explanation is clearly not true.

This hotel is located in the central area of ​​Tremont, not a roadside inn in the suburbs. The hotel receptionist would not allow a homeless beggar to spoil the mood of their guests.

The knocking started again, this time even more urgent than the first.

"Doctor, is the visitor related to me?" Rosemary thought of the letter she received when she was on Rhodes Island.

"It's alright, leave it to me."

The doctor didn't turn around, but instead ruffled Rosemary's hair and opened the door again.

Loken's face was somewhat gloomy, but when he saw Rosemary behind the Doctor, his expression softened instantly.

“Narcissa, you received my letter and you are willing to come see me.” Loken examined the rosemary. “I should have seen you sooner, but some unforeseen circumstances delayed me.”

"It wasn't an accident," the doctor casually reminded him.

“Narcissa?” Rosemary was more concerned with the name the old man spoke of. “Are you calling me?”

“Of course, Narcissa, that’s your name!”

Loken completely ignored the doctor and excitedly tried to push the wheelchair into the house, but the doctor stopped him with his foot.

Even so, Loken still paid little attention to the Doctor, staring intently at Rosemary: "You are my most important creation, why... have you lost your memory? Don't you remember me?"

“My name is Rosemary, that’s my only name,” Rosemary corrected.

"You...it's okay, none of that matters. What matters is that you've come here...ah!"

Before Loken could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a scream of pain from his own body.

"Oops, sorry, I slipped."

The doctor withdrew his foot from Loken's broken leg and rubbed the sole of his shoe on the floor with some disgust.

Loken's body trembled with pain.

His disheveled face was somewhat distorted, and his small eyes stared intently at the doctor through his glasses.

"So you finally remembered I exist?" the doctor asked with a smile.

“Rhodes Island, I’ve glanced at your files. After my experiment was interrupted, you were the ones who obtained Narcissa.”

Loken's tone was somewhat cold: "You also tampered with her memories? You want to use this method to control my most perfect creation?"

"I'm warning you, don't spew nonsense." The Doctor's tone also turned cold. "Be careful, or Xiangxiang's support group might drive Rhodes Island ships and run you over a few times."

“I have no interest in this childish banter with you,” Loken said with disgust.

"you're right."

The doctor raised his foot and kicked his broken leg again.

Loken didn't scream this time, but his wheelchair was kicked backward by the doctor and slammed hard against the wall of the corridor.

"PhD……"

Rosemary looked worried.

This was the first time she had ever seen the doctor so angry that he started hitting her without saying a word.

"Don't worry, the fact that the white-haired dog entrusted this to me means he poses no threat to me," the doctor reassured him.

Rosemary thought for a moment, then stopped interfering and let the doctor handle the matter.

She was willing to unconditionally trust the judgments of the doctor and Qi Yan.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Loken's smooth, Mediterranean-looking head as he gritted his teeth and watched the interaction between the Doctor and Rosemary.

Even after being kicked twice by the doctor, he showed no sign of leaving and pushed his wheelchair forward again.

"Do you think you can take Narcissa away from me by manipulating her memories?"

That was my creation, so exquisitely crafted that no one could remove certain parts of it while its vital functions continued to operate normally...

I understand now, so that's how it is, it must be! She entrusted her memories to her siblings, to those failed individuals!

"Failed products?" Rosemary's eyes widened slightly. "What are you talking about... You mean my brothers? How can you call them that?"

Unfortunately, Loken was completely absorbed in his own world at that moment.

“Narcissa, you are my most perfect, greatest work. Unlike those works that were eliminated, you can withstand the weight of consciousness.”

"The most powerful weapon you ever created."

"No one can control you, no... none of that matters."

Loken muttered to himself in a trance-like manner: "I will definitely make you remember everything from the past, remember your hatred for me, and let anger fill your body, your mind, your omnipresent spirit again... Ah!"

The doctor interrupted Loken again with his actions.

This time, the Doctor seemed to have filled his skill bar to the brim, successfully triggering the powerful strike skill. He jumped up and kicked Loken's broken leg with all his might.

Blood stained the bandages on Loken's broken leg, and the wheelchair slammed backward against the corridor wall once more.

The force of the rebound caused Loken to fall off his wheelchair, sprawling awkwardly on the ground, curled up in a ball, the intense pain making him growl like a wild beast.

The Doctor stepped out of the room, knelt down in front of Loken, and said slowly and deliberately:

"You seem to be a typical mad scientist, the kind of guy whose moral standards are lower than the deepest trench in the ocean."

"Is someone like you completely consumed by nothing but your own thirst for scientific exploration?"

"Heh, looks like you're furious," Loken said through gritted teeth. "What? You're planning to kill me? Kill me in the name of protecting Narcissa?"

"That's too good for you."

"Do whatever you want with her. As long as I can speak with Narcissa and rekindle her lost anger, making her the perfect weapon again, I can accept any outcome."

No, that's not what you're thinking.

The doctor's eyes, hidden behind his mask, seemed to see right through the mad old man before him.

Loken looked into the doctor's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"You're crazy, but your madness is too superficial. You're trying to cover something up with your performance."

The doctor seemed to be smiling: "You care a lot about your experiments and are eager to satisfy your thirst for knowledge, but this is precisely the proof that you want to gain some kind of recognition and relief."

Let me guess, what emotion is driving you to pursue this result?

"The military gave me information about you, which seemed a bit too rudimentary to me, but it was enough for me to analyze a lot of information."

The doctor grabbed Loken's clothes, stood up, and dragged him into the next room.

As he was being dragged, he noticed Rosemary trying to catch up, and he lowered his head to stop her:

"Don't worry about me. After I've rendered this thing harmless, I'll give him a chance to chat with you."

I won't interfere with your judgment; ultimately, only you can decide the fate of this thing.

Rosemary shook her head and said:

"Doctor, I'm willing to believe you, but I have to say that two groups of people have entered the hotel, and they're here for us."

"No, they came for this thing," the doctor reassured. "It was White Dog who sent them to help me neutralize it."

After confirming the situation, Rosemary turned and closed the door without hesitation, under Locke's incredulous gaze.

Chapter 1177 The Doctor's Decisive Technique

Question: How many steps are needed to lock Loken in the room?

The doctor's answer was three steps.

He opened the door, threw Loken into the room, went back and picked up the wheelchair blocking the way in the hallway, smashing it over Loken.

Without even closing the door, the doctor walked up to Loken and slowly examined the thing's futile struggle.

"Do you need any help?" the doctor asked.

Loken didn't speak, but struggled to push his wheelchair away.

The doctor was still looking him over, as if examining something.

Facing the doctor's gaze, Loken felt a growing sense of unease.

He came from humble beginnings, once reached the pinnacle of technology in this society, and then was driven from that pinnacle to the bottom by a group of short-sighted fools. He was angry and hateful, but he was never afraid of anyone.

But now, when he was alone with the hooded man, the oppressive aura emanating from him gave Loken the illusion that he had to look up to him.

"Who exactly are you?" Loken asked with difficulty.

"Even at a time like this, are you still struggling with your thirst for knowledge?" The doctor pulled out his terminal, searching for something. "You've always been driven by this desire; many people call you a mad scientist."

However, I have some new thoughts. The 'Loken tank' experiment has actually successfully satisfied all your thirst for knowledge. In other words, you have exhausted all your talents. This experiment is the pinnacle of your life, and there is no possibility of surpassing it.

"Ha, trying to attack me from this angle?" Loken scoffed. "So what if I admit it? Narcissa's success is the meaning of my birth on this land."

"Unfortunately, your experiment was ultimately flawed due to interference from the funders."

"No, that little flaw is not important. When I saw Narcissa again, I already had the most satisfactory answer."

"I see."

The doctor seemed to have figured something out.

He looked down at Loken and sneered:

"How pathetic. After you've fulfilled your inhuman desires, you've turned around and started pursuing human satisfaction."

When you realize you've been forgotten, your first thought is that rosemary will remember you. You don't want to be forgotten; you want the answer you've sought your whole life to remember you.

Loken stared intently at the Doctor.

For the first time, he deeply realized how terrifying the person in front of him was. With just a few words of probing, the person saw through the truth hidden by his madness.

But soon a low chuckle came from Loken's throat.

His lips curled into a sneer, his expression somewhat ferocious: "What can you do after you see through me? Kill me? Or prevent me from meeting Narcissa?"

It's no use. The moment I reunited with Narcissa, I had already left my mark on Narcissa's memory again, even if you destroyed the letter I gave her, even if you tried everything to erase my trace from Narcissa's world.

But Narcissa will eventually regain her memories; she is the perfect weapon, and no one can control her.

At that time, through the traces I left today, she will naturally uncover all the experiments I conducted on her, and the pain I inflicted on her will become the best fuel for her to unleash her power!

As Loken finished speaking, his breathing became rapid.

He awaited the rebuttal from the person before him, and then he would find more compelling arguments to support his judgment.

Unfortunately, the doctor didn't say anything and just kept searching for something in the terminal.

Loken felt like an eager bachelor who had spent hours searching for spellcasting materials, only to find that the coy young lady in the materials had turned around and was seriously broadcasting a boring news program.

That stifling feeling of being stuck in the middle caused Loken's blood pressure to spike, and the pain in his broken leg became even more intense.

"Okay, it's downloaded."

The doctor suddenly let out a joyful sound.

"What are you doing?" Loken demanded.