About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Being abandoned to decay, watching life slowly slip away, unable to form any bonds with others, walking alone to the end of death - this is the destined ending for every infected person.

Looking at these infected people, Orson stopped on his way to the medical room.

——If I were to get a blood Originium concentration test, it would probably take quite a while, right? The time I have available to me isn't much, and even if I get a conclusion, it won't change anything.

In this case, let’s take this time, even if it’s only for a moment, to bring something different to those people caught in the cracks.

Even if it is just a moment of self-deception, it should at least give them a little more motivation to live.

Orson walked up to the infected people and randomly distributed the lily of the valley flowers in his hand to them.

After attracting the confused gazes of many people holding bouquets of flowers, Orson cleared his throat with his virtual vocal cords, walked to a high platform, and then made a sound—

"Everyone is here. Today I will tell you two crosstalk pieces. This crosstalk..."

After all, it was Orson who said that his specialty was "crosstalk" when he participated in the interview for the Integration Movement. This wave, this wave is called keeping the original intention in mind to achieve the goal.

45. Nayin Nayin, let’s say bad things about the old man together!

Laughter is not a common sight in the Azazel Clinic.

Therefore, when she heard the laughter coming from the underground area, the girl "Naiyin" immediately stuck her head out curiously and moved towards the location where the laughter came from.

"This Kosice's father, Mr. Wang—"

"Uu——!"

Nayin noticed that the infected patients who usually huddled in the corner were now surrounding a young man in a suit, sometimes making noises and sometimes laughing.

Nayin is not a "good kid" in the literal sense. If it were normal, she would definitely go over and find someone at this time, or simply ask the young man in the suit what he was doing.

But because he was also a little curious about the young man's strange performance of playing two roles, Nayin just lay beside the guardrail and unknowingly began to listen to the other party's "strange performance".

About 30 minutes later—

"That's all for today. Let's talk next time."

Orson followed suit and bowed, ending this "art performance from Yan Country".

Although the infected people around will soon return to their original life without seeing the light, at least these people will remember today, this small event that is slightly different from other miserable days.

Alina once told Orson that whether it is despair or hope, those sudden outbursts are actually the accumulation of countless "ordinary" things.

Orson was lucky enough to stop Tallulah's "last outbreak" of despair, but in order to prevent the "next outbreak", he decided to continue to fill her with "ordinary daily life" that could fight against despair and that she could recall with a smile.

"Are you from Yan country?"

Nayin jumped down from the three-person-high fence and approached Orson who was about to continue observing Azazel.

"Hmm? Uh, that's a good question. I'm an Ursusian in name only, but I have a heart of Yan Country—if the Yan Country in YJ's setting is indeed the same as the Celestial Empire."

Orson was slightly stunned by the sudden appearance of the little girl wearing a gas mask and a flower in her hair, and then explained.

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"I don't understand what you're saying—Hey, are you the new doctor?"

Nayin looked at Orson curiously.

"I'm an infected person seeking medical treatment, though I probably don't have time to get checked out right now. My name is Orson, what's yours?"

Orson introduced himself and extended his hand to Nayin.

"Naiyin, if you are infected, why are you so optimistic? You are completely different from others."

Nayin did not shake hands, but raised his doubts.

"There are many types of infected people. For example, there are those who can lead everyone forward, those who like to eat carrots and vodka candy, and those who can spear me to the death..."

This is not a metaphor. Orson knows very well that if he confesses to Frost Star today, he will probably appear above Longmen in 4 hours.

"I don't understand. Anyway, everyone here is infected, and everyone always looks so sad."

Nayin held the back of his head with his hands and complained.

"Naiyin, are you also infected?"

"Yeah, I used to live here. The old man never let me go out, but I never listened to him. Sometimes I would sneak out! I even took advantage of him not being at the clinic and went to the school outside to hang out!"

Nayin smiled proudly, and Orson also said, "You did a good job!"

"The old man is usually so boring. He always tells me to be careful, not to trust strangers, and that society is a dangerous place. I'm not a child anymore!"

"That's right! There has to be a limit to how much you care for your children. Otherwise, it's just a sign of being overly controlling."

Orson knew that the way to quickly get acquainted with a child was to complain with her about her cheap parents.

"Besides, the old man always has a lifeless expression no matter what he does. It makes people feel bad just looking at him!"

"That's right! Parents' moods can affect their children. Doesn't this guy even understand this kind of thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's so old, but he still wears leather pants when he goes out. Sometimes I really feel embarrassed for him!"

"That's right! An old fellow with a unclear self-awareness... Wait, that old man you mentioned..."

Orson, who was halfway through the flattery, vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"It seems your oripathy isn't that serious, Orson. Also, I do seem like a failure as a parent."

When he came to his senses, Hellagur was standing in front of Orson at some point. This former general of Ursus vividly showed Orson what "oppression" meant.

"Ah, old man! This is Orson. I heard he's here to see a doctor. He's quite an interesting guy~"

When Nayin saw Hellagur, he greeted him without any psychological pressure. It seemed that he had often said bad things about Hellagur.

"Um... hello, um, nice to meet you, I'm fine, thank you, how about you?"

As for Orson, he didn't even dare to raise his head and could only recite the greeting words from the first-grade English textbook.

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"I will not participate in any of your actions."

In a room in Azazel's underground clinic, Hellagur said in a calm and unquestionable tone.

"Whatever you saw in my past, I can only say that it no longer exists. As you can see, I am just an old man with nothing to do in a private clinic - and an unqualified parent."

——Old man, you’re surprisingly vindictive…!

Orson wiped the sweat off his face but still opened his mouth.

"We want to change the plight of the infected, and in fact, we are indeed doing so. Your clinic is connected to the infected forces in Qie City. I hope you can help us. This is very important for the next action."

"Please come back."

"If the old nobility comes to power, the existence of this clinic may be threatened!"

"I have the ability and channels to protect this clinic. You don't need to worry about that."

"The patriot Bozhuocasti is also among our ranks."

Orson brought up the name of the Patriot, but Hellagur was still only slightly surprised, and then returned to his calm expression.

"My answer is very clear, Orson. Please go back. I don't want to get involved in any disputes now. All I want to do is protect the people around me and Nayin."

"..."

Orson opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up the debate.

"I understand."

Orson sighed and left the room.

As he himself had said, the general had completely abandoned his past glory and valor. He had completely lost trust in any organization, and in Ursus, and now only wished to protect the light he could see with his own eyes.

"Sorry, Orson, were you scolded by the old man?"

After leaving the room, Nayin tilted his head to apologize to Orson, then skipped into the room.

"..."

Orson looked at Hellagur hugging Nain in the room, with a helpless yet calm expression on his face, and revealed a relieved and helpless smile.

Although he didn't know what old man Hellagur had experienced, he knew very well that if his current life was what Hellagur considered to be "happiness", then there was no reason for him to force the other party to change this warmth for any reason.

——That being said, if we don’t have the support of the infected people in Qicheng, it will be difficult for us to guard against the hidden tricks that Baikal may have hidden inside Qicheng.

Just as Orson was thinking about what to do next, several infected people around him took the initiative to greet him.

"Isn't this the young man from before? What exactly are you doing here? Are you here to see a doctor?"

"Almost, although I hit a wall."

Orson nodded in response and found that these infected people who had been lifeless before showed slightly happy and curious expressions after seeing Orson.

"Hit a wall? Well, anyway, if you come to see me again, remember to let me know. That crosstalk thing is quite interesting. See you next time."

"Well, see you next time... I understand."

Orson was stunned for a moment, then responded to the infected people with a smile.

[See you next time] - I just told those infected people some insignificant jokes about the original world, but it made them interested in tomorrow again.

The "treasures" these people possessed had long been stripped away, and what Tallulah had to do was to give color back to their pale lives.

When he reached the exit according to the route indicated by Herag, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came over Orson.

This situation is not uncommon for Orson. Usually, he only needs to tune his white music score to return to normal.

“Eh… Oops—”

But this time it was different. Before Orson could materialize his white music score (soul), his body had already fallen straight to the ground.

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Azazel B1 Floor Infirmary.

"The cause of the coma is severe loss of consciousness. This teenager hasn't had a normal rest in almost a year."

In the infirmary, a doctor named Ziegler frowned as he looked at Orson's temporary test report in his hand.

"As for the Originium blood concentration, frankly, if you hadn't told me he was the recently famous 'Silent of the North', I would have thought he was just a severe case of Ore Disease who wouldn't survive a year. While there aren't many Originium crystals on his body, his internal organs are already showing signs of crystallization."

Dr. Ziegler glanced at Orson lying on the bed, and after explaining his condition, he looked at Hellagur beside him.

"So, what do we do?"

"Send him back to the Rostov family. This young man still has his battles to fight."

Hellagur looked at Orson and responded.

Herag knew about the "Silence of the North," a figure that had been making the rounds among the patrols recently, but he hadn't expected them to be so approachable and approachable, even going so far as to perform a fantastic show for the infected. Even Nayin was intrigued.

This young man has a neither humble nor arrogant attitude towards the world, which is really rare in this day and age.

"And where is your battlefield, General?"

"..."

Herag didn't respond. He simply took out a pocket watch and looked at the photo inside. The photo showed the little girl, Nayin. It was the most precious treasure that Herag's best friend had entrusted to him before his death.

His best friend, himself, countless soldiers and generals - these people gave everything for Mother Ursus, but in the end, they were deprived of everything by those noble politicians.

"I'm no longer a general. There's no battlefield here, only an inconspicuous clinic."

Herag closed his pocket watch and heard the sound of Nain in the distance after he got into trouble.

change the world?

That's not something I should be thinking about anymore.

46. Sister Tazi reconnects!

When I opened my eyes, I saw Tallulah's concerned face.

"..."

Orson closed his eyes and tried again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Tallulah's expressionless face again.

Orson closed his eyes and prepared to start again—

"If you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep, Orson."