At the door, Xu Qing'an responded while putting on his shoes: "Yes, my uncle is a professor at the Grantis Medical School, so I also wanted to let him know the good news that I was successfully admitted to the school, and by the way, ask him about the preparations he needs to make before school starts."
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take you there." Father Xu smiled and kept muttering as he sent him out, "It would be great if your brother could give me the same peace of mind as you do. He actually cheated in such an important exam. He really ruined our family tradition..."
Only then did Xu Qingran slowly walk down the stairs.
The stepmother just came out of the kitchen. She was a little startled when she saw him, but she still tried to smile and asked him, "Are you awake? There's lunch in the dining room. You can go eat if you're hungry."
He was about to go out but suddenly stopped, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Is it left for me?"
After sending Xu Qing'an off, Xu's father just came in from outside. The stepmother's smile became a little gentler: "What nonsense are you talking about? Hasn't our family always prepared your share of the meal? If no one eats it, we can only throw it away."
It turned out that Xu Qingran had never had a good relationship with his stepmother. He rarely ate at home and would rather spend money to eat out most of the time.
She thought he would refuse as usual, but she didn't expect that after listening to her, he walked towards the dining room in silence.
I really started eating at the dining table.
Xu Qingran might refuse everything except food, let alone waste it.
No one knows what it's like to not have a single potato to eat, but he knows it very well.
With a fever of 40 degrees, Xu Qingran cleared the remaining food on the table and then quietly left the house. After he left, Xu's father, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, snorted coldly, put down the electronic financial report in his hand, and walked into the dining room with a stern face.
The next second, his shocked and angry voice rang out: "Who ate my share too?!"
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Xu Qingran had no driver to take him to the hospital, so he had to go by himself. He turned on the automatic mode as soon as he got on the aircraft, letting the system help him locate himself, and leaned back in his chair groggily.
By the time I arrived at the hospital in Area 1, I felt like all the energy in my body had been drained.
Upon entering the hospital, Xu Qingran first noticed the uniforms of the medical staff, which were unfamiliar and novel. Unlike the monotonous impression, the moon-white uniforms were accompanied by silver-gray designs, and in addition to the hospital's own logo, there was also a silver badge on the chest.
The shape looks like a dragon.
There were also silver patterns embroidered on the trouser legs, which moved with their movements as they walked.
"That's the camp symbol," said the system.
In the Kaian Empire, except for the main star system where the royal palace is located, other regions are managed by two different camps.
One is called Silver Dragon, the other is called Gold Wing. The supreme commanders/chiefs of both sides are from the royal family, and they are essentially controlled by the imperial royal family. People always like to compare the two camps, and coupled with the interests of performance, the relationship between the two sides and the people in the areas they govern is often not very harmonious.
After listening to it, Xu Qingran had only one comment: flashy.
There weren't too many people in the hospital, and he quickly made an appointment through the self-service system.
Before he went out, he put on a dark hooded jacket, lowered his head, and the hood covered most of his face. After hanging up the phone, he sat quietly in a sparsely populated and secluded corner.
"What is the highest level of the spirit pool?" While waiting, Xu Qingran asked the system about the spirit pool.
"In the official classification, the highest is SSS. However, there are a very small number of extremely talented people in the group. The strength of their mental power tested far exceeds that of 3S level. They are called E-type mentalists."
Type E psychic (full name: Extremist), also known as "extreme person".
Because this group of people are extremely powerful, their abilities almost surpass all the guards of the empire, and they have great potential to become criminals that are difficult for the country to control. Therefore, all those who are officially classified as E-type psychics are sent to the "Evil Tower" on the main planet.
To put it simply, it is a prison specifically designed to detain this type of people.
Only after training and teaching in the evil tower, and finally passing all personality tests to ensure that they will not become extreme villains, can they be released. And those who successfully leave the evil tower usually have only one way, that is to become one of the imperial military personnel and use their talents to defend the country.
After hearing this, Xu Qingran suddenly felt that the B-level rank he had been promoted to after suffering so much pains was just garbage.
"Grade B, is this the highest level of my spirit pool you can help me adjust?" he asked.
The system replied: “Yes.”
He asked again: "Then what other methods can I use to continue to improve?"
"Just start and complete the auxiliary tasks provided by the system."
Xu Qingran thought, as long as the task is completed, that's enough
That's pretty easy.
"What mission?" Xu Qingran asked confidently.
Because in his opinion, there is nothing he can't do.
Until I heard the system say: "The mission of this world is to capture the current general of the Golden Wing Battalion, Shen Tingyu."
The already poor health condition was made even worse.
Xu Qingran was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "What General Shen are you talking about? Is she a woman?"
System: “It’s a man.”
Xu Qingran's expression cracked for once.
Putting aside the weirdness of this task, is there something wrong with the gender arrangement of the subject
System: "Two men can be together! In this world, homosexuals can get married, isn't it? Aren't green tea lovers and childhood sweethearts like that?"
He paused, his tone gloomy: "But I never said I like men."
Xu Qingran remained silent, thinking that if he were a little more stupid, he might really be fooled by the system's twisted logic.
The system asked him again: "Do you like girls?"
The hospital system called out numbers on the radio, and an elderly couple in the front row walked slowly to the consultation room hand in hand. In contrast, the figure in the far corner of the back row, who was trying to hide himself in the far corner of the world, seemed a little lonely.
Xu Qingran found that he could not answer the system's questions.
Living in a chaotic era, all he had been thinking about these years was how to live one more day, and he had only a simple and one-sided concept of love.
A man and a woman were talking.
And it has nothing to do with him.
The announcements in the hall sounded again and again, and people came and went around him. He was like a petrified statue, with his hands clasped in an unchanged position for a long time, and then he raised his hands to cover his eyes and sighed for a long time.
Ask him to kill monsters and people, be a spy or a secret agent, or even act or sing, he feels he can give it a try.
While he was thinking, his number was called.
When he stood up in a daze, he made his choice at the same time: "Don't do it."
To be honest, he has no interest in either man or woman at this stage.
What ally is worse than a potato
What's more, the object of the admiral level is most likely an older man.
While answering the conversation, Xu Qingran walked into the consultation room.
The doctor was a young man wearing glasses. He checked his information and asked him about his condition. But when he saw his name, his expression suddenly became a little subtle.
Xu Qingran didn't care, and told the truth about his high fever in a hoarse voice, which made the other party and the nurse beside him nervous. It was not until they confirmed that his brain was not burned and his body was not seriously injured that they felt relieved.
Then I noticed a large bruise on his neck.
The doctor looked at him with a complicated expression: "You... I'll take care of your injuries first, and then prescribe some medicine to reduce your fever. You can go get an IV drip later. If your condition improves in an hour, you don't need to stay in the hospital for observation."
As he spoke, he glanced at the thing next to him that looked like a monitor and said, "Also, the system data shows that your MT value is very low, and your mental power is overdrawn. I'll have the nurse inject you with another MT agent, which will speed up the recovery of your mental power."
"Your fever will get better faster this way."
Xu Qingran raised her eyelashes slightly and saw the nurse next to her bringing out the syringe and medicine.
His pupils shrank instantly, as if he saw something terrifying and extremely disgusting. Before she got close, he stood up and took the prescription from the doctor, saying in a cold voice: "No, I don't want to take medicine."
After saying that, he left immediately, and the people in the room were too late to stop him.
The system was puzzled: "Host, why did you refuse to inject the MT potion?"
"It is actually a supplement for spiritual energy. It was originally invented to allow warriors who were conquering the starry sea to get quick supplies. It is equivalent to a nutrient and is not dangerous."
Xu Qingran did not answer. After coming out of the consultation room, he stood motionless in the corridor, in a rare daze.
I don't even know if I have listened to the system's questions.
It was not until a new number was called in the room and a mother came in holding a two or three-year-old child that he came to his senses, gave up his seat, and walked towards the window to get the medicine.
After taking a few steps, I saw Xu Qing'an, who was said to be coming to the hospital, appear at the other end of the corridor.
However, he did not come towards him, but followed several medical staff and walked towards another corner, chatting and laughing, so no one noticed his presence.
Xu Qingran withdrew his gaze, and soon medical staff came over.
However, the IV drip that was supposed to be injected was actually arranged to be a mist inhalation. It might be because of his reaction just now that the doctor misunderstood that he was afraid of needles.
He was too lazy to explain. He put the spray cap on his face as instructed and closed his eyes tiredly on the seat.
The system did something else and after a while suddenly asked him, "So are you sure you don't want to do the auxiliary mission?"
"It will only be open for seven days. If the host decides not to accept it within seven days, it will automatically disappear and can no longer be opened."
Xu Qingran was silent for a moment, then asked, "If I don't do the mission, is there any other way in this world that can help me improve my spirit pool?"
Even if it requires going to extremes.
"Yes, there are, but opportunities like this require waiting for the right time, and are usually difficult."
Xu Qingran didn't care: "It's fine if there is one."
The system sighed, "Okay, but if you don't accept the mission, you won't be able to get back the supernatural powers from your previous life."
The man sitting on the hospital bench, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this.
(End of this chapter)