Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

There must be something wrong, she said to herself. The instrument can't explain anything, unless it is the Originium technique...

Oh, yes, Originium Arts, Originium Arts is the best way to confirm the condition of mineral disease.

She stepped back a few steps, silently practicing her Originium skills, and once again experienced the smooth feeling of being able to use her fingers as if they were her own. It was the feeling of Origin Energy flowing freely in her blood. She spontaneously and consciously understood that now using Dragon Flame was as easy as lighting an ordinary small flame.

At the same time, the Originium crystal on his shoulder began to heat up, and the blood in his body seemed to boil.

Miss White Wolf stopped her Originium technique and pondered silently for a long time. Then, as if nothing had happened, she carefully reset the instrument, destroyed and threw away the test tube she had used.

She did not return to the room immediately, but walked silently around the ice stone, passed the cafeteria, passed the automated factory, and occasionally nodded to the patrolling security operators.

In Rhode Island's classification, severely infected people are divided into several stages: controllable stage, endangered stage, and third stage.

The controllable stage refers to the stage where various medical means can be used to reduce the rate of deterioration. Because the deterioration of the condition of severely infected people can no longer be completely controlled, controllable can only be used to refer to reducing the rate of deterioration.

The critical stage is a short process in which the condition deteriorates rapidly. At this time, the patient's condition can no longer be affected by any medical means. In a week or more, the patient will inevitably die. Rhode Island recommends caring palliative care, closely observing the patient's condition, and ending the patient's suffering ahead of time when necessary.

The third stage is not an accurate stage, but a medical research term used to observe the death status of the infected and the various indicators at the end of life. This stage is problematic from an ethical perspective, but it is crucial for medical research. Rhodes Island often discusses and signs ethical agreements with patients at the critical stage to promote subsequent processes.

Miss White Wolf had stayed in Rhodes Island for several months when she was treating oripathy. She had read a lot of relevant medical literature and also learned some medical experience that only Kal'tsit and Warfarin knew.

For example, one of the important complications in the critical stage is that mineral sickness begins to directly affect a person's consciousness, manifesting as drowsiness, mental confusion, sudden fainting, daytime hallucinations, etc.

But complications vary. Each person's conditions are different and the manifestations are also different.

Miss White Wolf didn't know how long she had been walking in the dark, but she felt colder and colder, so she went back to her room and sat on the bed to think.

It's unreal, she thought.

Why did it suddenly become like this? There must be something wrong.

Or is it that this is all an illusion, and I have actually fallen asleep and am now dreaming?

She checked the time. It was 3:06 in the morning.

Yes, I must have fallen asleep. I would not work overtime until this time, and I never work all night. Isn't drowsiness a complication of the critical stage? I was so awake, which didn't fit the description at all.

This is a nightmare, just wake up.

Just wake up.

You have to wake up, and wake up immediately.

She found a fruit knife and cut the wound on her fingertip again, hoping that the pain would stimulate herself to wake up.

However, as the hot blood dripped down, she did not wake up, she was still in her nightmare.

Is it that the stimulation is not enough?

She brought the fruit knife to her wrist, and the sharp blade immediately left a bloody mark on her wrist. She wanted to use more force, and a line of words suddenly popped into her mind. It was probably from Kal'tsit's notes - mentally ill patients may have a tendency to self-harm and need to be closely monitored.

No, she thought, she was fine, she just had a nightmare and wanted to wake up, she was not mentally ill, there was nothing wrong with her.

But she still stopped.

She looked at her wrist, watching the bright red blood slowly flow out, drawing a gorgeous and eerie red line on her fair arm. The warm blood quickly turned ice cold.

She suddenly felt scared and dropped the dagger. Then she hurriedly found the spare medicine from the box and took emergency measures.

It's okay, it's okay, it's all a nightmare.

She kept talking to herself, pacing restlessly, walking around the room, and suddenly, the mirror on the dressing table caught her attention.

It is said that people in dreams cannot see reflections in mirrors, she thought.

She walked over with anticipation and fear.

Can't see, can't see.

But she saw it.

She saw the person in the mirror. Was that really her?

His face was pale, haggard, and as fragile as a piece of white paper that could be torn into pieces at any time.

Eye?

No, that's not her.

She didn't have those weird red eyes, it was just like the color of the Originium crystals on her body.

What's up with her?

What happened to me?

Why did it happen suddenly?

This shouldn't be the case.

It shouldn't be.

It's just an illusion! It can only be an illusion!

Why would I have hallucinations when everything was fine?

Kelsey's voice echoed in her mind again: critical stage, insanity, hallucination...

No, no, no, she's not hallucinating, she's not insane.

She just is.

She just is.

It just feels...not right.

Yes.

She still has a lot to do.

A lot of work time has been delayed today. I have to get up early tomorrow and work overtime. Bingshi cannot do without her, and the integration movement cannot do without her.

It's definitely fine.

I'm sure I'll be fine.

She has not seen the future of the Integration Movement yet. She will work with Xiaota to realize that dream. Not only that, she will also fulfill her adoptive father's dying vision and turn Ursus into that glorious country again.

She has a busy future.

Moreover, she has done so much behind the scenes, but she has not heard Xiaota praise her in person. It is really unfair.

What would Xiaota say?

The little white wolf is so awesome. Although he is not in the organization, he does no worse than me.

Hey, she called me 'little' White Wolf again, how annoying.

Look, look, it must be okay.

Xiaota is coming to pick her up and is going to have a fight with Bai Jin.

Eh.

Bai Jin is still waiting for her.

Waiting for her so far, so far away, still helping her, helping her deal with the Chamber of Commerce, but she hasn't brought her back yet.

Yes, she must bring Bai Jin back so that she can bask in the sun and take a nap comfortably every day.

She has so much to do.

……

She thought and thought, and when she thought of something warm and interesting, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, but a layer of mist formed in her eyes.

She didn't want to be like this, she wanted to be stronger, so she tried hard to open her eyes wide and not let herself cry, but the tears wouldn't listen and kept falling from the corners of her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to stop them.

Chapter 2023: Undoubtedly 11-18-16 00:31:

The next day, Miss White Wolf went to work at the research institute as usual.

Perhaps because her condition had temporarily stabilized, the strange red color in her eyes had faded a lot and was not very noticeable.

She continued to serve tea to the busy researchers, greeted everyone with a smile, asked if they needed any help recently, and finally returned to her office.

In the instrument room, Tianhuo looked at Bailang's back as he left and asked softly, "Eyjafjalla, do you feel that Miss Olicia is a little different today?"

"It feels like... it's gentler."

"I also think that we are very lucky to meet someone like Miss Olicia."

Miss Eyjafjalla nodded in approval, and then continued to check the equipment: "Hey, Sister Tianhuo, did anyone use the equipment yesterday?"

"what happened?"

"I forgot to clear some data."

"It must have been Aina who did it." Tianhuo made a judgment without hesitation, and then looked at the data, "She should have been measuring the concentration of the Originium liquid, and helped her clear it."

"Oh."

……

in the office.

Miss White Wolf was busy with her work.

She felt that she was in good condition, and the intensive work even made her feel that everything was normal.

Is it not?

She communicated with everyone and greeted them normally, and no one noticed anything wrong. She came to the office to work normally, had clear ideas and acted efficiently. What could be wrong with her?

No, she didn't...

She was very happy, very happy, and very happy. Suddenly, she saw the characters on the document become distorted and jump strangely. At the same time, she felt a heat flow in her blood.

The terrible omen startled her and she had to stop. She covered her heart, which was beating violently in the burning heat, with her right hand, waiting for the blood to slowly calm down.

You could hear a pin drop in the room, and the ticking of the wall clock became more and more prominent.

She checked the time.

Then he frowned in confusion.

Didn't she just arrive at the office? Why was it already noon?

She turned her head to look at the files she had processed and found that they were piled up a finger high. She had been busy for a long time but had not noticed it at all.

As time passed, her blood gradually calmed down. At the same time, a strong feeling of weakness controlled her body. She suddenly thought that she seemed to have not eaten breakfast. Her body seemed to have forgotten about hunger.

She sat in a chair, looking down in thought.

The voice in my head appeared again: You see, no matter how you try to escape, the result is already certain.

Is it certain?

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at her own blurry and pale shadow in the mirror, and suddenly let out a long breath. The fatigue and fear in her eyes all disappeared, turning into a kind of helplessness stained with sadness.

Yes.

It is absolutely certain.

I have already embarked on the final path of the infected.

No one in this world can save her.

Why be overly sad?

There are millions of infected people, and how many of them are waiting for the end in pain and despair. In comparison, am I not lucky enough?

Everything is on track.

I was the only one who fell.

It will continue in the future.

If the integration movement can succeed, people may know that there was a girl called White Wolf who really tried hard to help...

if that's the case.

Yourself.

It’s not like nothing has been accomplished.

Do you want to see the little tower at the end?