After the carnival in the cafeteria, Jiang Qiuqiu rested for half an afternoon, had a good sleep, ate some homemade food, drank a few tubes of advanced spiritual nourishing liquid, and slowly adjusted himself to the best state.
After her side was ready, the person in charge of the expatriate nursing home also contacted her.
It is said that it is afternoon, and the people who have made a good deal will set off together.
Qiuqiu left her contact information, made a note of the time, and searched for some information on Xingwang.com.
This time, the sanatorium for the spiritual healers whose average grades were almost all above A in the junior and senior years was called Qishi Sanatorium.
It is one of the largest nursing homes in the Federation.
In addition to being big, there is another feature here, that is 'radiation'.
The patients living in Qishi Sanatorium are basically all radiation patients.
Including, but not limited to, the 'gene has mutated' caused by exposure to specific ores, radiation in the inner circle of a large chemical plant explosion, or radiation when encountering a special Zerg in an external battle, but the mutation does not Totally sick.
In short, Xingwang said that there are many kinds of patients there.
And because wave after wave of people passed by, many patients there are already very drug-resistant and mentally resistant.
Moreover, the genetic mutations caused by radiation are irreversible, so it is basically impossible for people living there to recover.
A little more optimistic is to lie down and spend the rest of your life.
People who are pessimistic and dare not end their lives are lying under the hanging guillotine, fearing death.
The information is not too detailed, and a few words are too emotional.
After thinking about it, Qiuqiu still brought a more ordinary travel suit.
When he was about to leave, his boyfriend sent a text message. Mo Si must have a deeper understanding of these matters than Qiuqiu.
He didn't post much background information, and the piles of messages were also specially marked:
I asked Mrs. Ayer that the Kistler Sanatorium is indeed a must-go for many excellent spiritual healers, and I will not restrict your growth path.
But it is not an ordinary place to "rescue the dying and heal the wounded". Qiuqiu, you are a student to support, not an employee or a soldier. In some cases, you don't have to obey all orders.
You can find me if you need anything.
It seems that there is not a place of pure goodness.
The thought flashed, and the person in charge's communication had arrived.
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Get on the small suspension car to the assembly point, and it will soon be afternoon.
It was already late spring in the Commonwealth at this time, and the roads of the school were covered with pink and bright flowers.
On the bus to Qishi Sanatorium, there were already two people on board.
They are both boys, one is slightly taller, wearing dark blue clothes, the other is slightly shorter, all in white, they look quite familiar.
Seeing Qiuqiu, they took a few glances but didn't speak.
Qiuqiu didn't rush to say hello either.
At about 3:30 in the afternoon, all six spiritual healers had arrived, and the person in charge started the suspension bus, and soon, the car was speeding towards the destination.
Qiuqiu was originally looking out the window, but soon, she turned her head and looked into the bus.
Someone was spying on her just now.
who is it
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Later, that person never looked at her with strange eyes again.
A group of people soon arrived at the destination Qishi Sanatorium.
Everyone followed the person in charge to meet the dean.
Spiritual healers are a scarce resource, so the dean will naturally not embarrass everyone.
Invite people to come, single room, complete accessories, high remuneration, friendly attitude, and the allocation of patients is also assigned by the machine.