Chapter 1125: NO.30: This is also one aspect that the yearly issues cannot gather together

NO. 30: This is also one aspect that the yearly issues cannot gather together.

The exquisite and compact medicine box often appears during the leisure moments of JunChuan JiangSheng's campus patrols.

Yes, leisure.

For Miss JunChuan, the busy chairman's secretary, the campus patrol segment itself is rest time; this is not merely an opinion, but a fact.

She certainly does have rest time.

But someone like her, when free time comes, always thinks of doing something meaningful, so she patrols the institute, as if to fill the vacancy of too few members on the institute's disciplinary committee.

Or perhaps a vacancy among medical staff.

Because the vast majority of students and staff who greet her during her patrols will notice the small medicine box hanging from her arm.

And those few who, due to injury or illness, have deeper contact with her will be surprised to find that the small box on her arm contains a universe.

That shows their lack of understanding; if one were like Aomo, who once seriously followed the mercenary agency's equipment standards and specifically looked up medical box specifications, it would be clear that the small medicine box is clearly a top-spec universal interstellar mercenary model.

It can emergency-respond to various major and minor sudden injuries and illnesses such as limb regeneration, massive bleeding, bone fragment filtration, urgent deficiency of trace elements, and unknown fungal infections.

It stands out as a versatile, side-effect-free solution, yet it is extremely expensive.

An ordinary school leader's secretary could certainly not afford it, after all, many of the costly medicines built in need regular replacement.

Although it could merely be a shell, with the actual medicine versions inside varying… Aomo, who clearly knows Miss JunChuan's identity, does not think she would cut corners in such a place.

But from her persistence in long-term carrying the medicine box, trainer LinDun can easily imagine her sudden retreat over a decade ago, or simply call it a disappearance, as well as one of the various rumors that circulated online at the time.

But that could also just be a habit she developed after starting her patrols.

After all, TeLeiSen's daily injury rate is not low either.

Most minor injuries aren't worth going to the infirmary; students handle them themselves.

But evidently, Miss JunChuan often thinks the students' handling is extremely risky, so she always carries that medicine box around.

Now she has even barged into the infirmary.

To be frank, even if the special medicine in your little box is exceptionally excellent, how could the central infirmary's facilities be lacking?

After all, this is a major money consumer second only to the training field, and unlike the training field where system and equipment maintenance account for the main expenses, the infirmary's main expenses indeed also have a significant equipment proportion, but the drug proportion is often higher.

After all, here it's not only storing general sense Western and Chinese medicines, but also elixirs and potions in the sense of medicinal and magical concoctions.

Although the medical equipment field today also consumes resources and offers great potential, TeLeiSen's infirmary clearly focuses more on treating the internal and external injuries that athletes today are prone to.

Namely like the current Chengtian BaiRen.

Although the injury looks severe, placing it here comes with abundant treatment experience; it can be said to be professionally matched.

After all, TeLeiSen has plenty of 'talent'; people like BaiRen, who run headlong into problems, have always been not few, after all the ratio of trainers to horse girls at this institute is severely imbalanced, and there are also many students without trainers supervising them.

If one relied solely on the girls' own friendships and the staff's care for healing, it would clearly be insufficient; this is also a problem the chairman often worries about, and moreover it is the underlying condition that allowed Aomo's recent suggestion to be adopted.

It's a pity that even if this matter is settled, it won't have an immediate effect.

Whether it's the fermentation of public opinion propaganda or the students' attitude feedback, both are prerequisites that at least take a few days to complete.

Anyone who has captured an Ultraman alien knows that turning an Ultraman into a bronze or stone statue naturally requires this degree of patience.

At least one or two episodes' worth of patience, right!

Of course, Aomo didn't intend to make a full 1:1 figure.

As a student who received nine years of compulsory education in JieMen District, he clearly remembers the content of his history class: population trade was the most important bloody primitive capital accumulation in the early stage… no, it's sustainable development that is the most profitable mode of operation.

What? You ask what history class would talk about this?

Just tell me whether the first half covered it!

In short, Aomo does not consider punishing Sai Luo once to make him understand the drawbacks of mischievous child basic drills.

He wants to long-term, continuously, sustainably watch the opposite side 'sit in jail'!

It's a pity that one cannot immediately enter to enjoy time.

Even in these few days, he has to become even busier, to make the subjective feeling of time become more slow and agonizing.

In explaining to Miss JunChuan, he midway notified Miss Pipa ChenGuang and trainer PoTian Lianxiang, and likewise informed the similarly well-informed student council members led by Rudolf, who repeated the earlier equivocal excuses used for Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan.

Finally turning back, he gave the necessary lecture to BaiRen, who had just awakened.

He truly couldn't idle for a moment; only after the other party's sister and trainer each arrived did he finally manage to part ways with everyone alongside Dazhenhan, including Qianming, who wanted to run along but still had to stay on duty, feeling miserable.

Quite a contrast.

In theory, Miss Dazhenhan is the most gentle and elegant, but in practice she often skips class; this time she even played quite a trick.

While Qianming, who in Aomo's impression is free-spirited and completely indifferent to conventional constraints, instead shows extra conscientiousness in fulfilling the medical office's work assignments, even though it's merely a shift sitting post, idle enough to eat snacks, watch dramas, and wait for the match broadcast to start.

She also seemed to be waiting for the next group of trainers who would bring injured horse girls here during the vacation, and reluctantly gave up the activity that Aomo had there, which was obviously quite fun for her.

Perhaps this is the sense of responsibility that medical workers must have.

Aomo had also seen classmates fill out their college applications for medical school, and precisely because he could not imagine himself being sufficiently serious and responsible toward patients, he therefore neglected consideration of that volunteer.

Such a life is too exhausting, he thought.

But the result now is merely that he has shifted from facing patients to facing horse girls, often prompting him to sigh involuntarily that the so-called education industry is ultimately still a service industry—what job in this world isn't a service industry?

Even mercenaries serve their employers; the difference is merely the quality of service attitude.

Just like Miss QianLai's role's song 'Qu Xin Shen', adults need ambiguity and lies, and cannot do without them, otherwise they would completely sink into life's fatigue.

He will be like this, turning back he must continue writing manuscripts, and before turning back he also has to meet Miss ChenGuang's puzzling gaze.

This kind of up-and-down scrutiny, as if reacquainting himself, truly does have a few points of the feeling a doctor gets when facing a patient's family's gaze, filling him with doubt, as he is about to ask whether there might be some misunderstanding.

But then the message box that he had once tossed to the back of his mind jumps again.

【Fine Brush Painting: Are you free tomorrow! I want to talk to you about something, let's talk face to face!】

【Yuehuanshe：？

Can I not come?】

Aomo felt there was a problem here.

With Miss Xi's dead‑otaku level, getting someone who actively arranges to meet in person to chat made him suspect the other party's account had been stolen by Miss Nian.

How so?

Are you sure the person on the other side of the screen isn't a white‑haired individual with red highlights, unable to stifle laughter, typing away?

【Gong Bi Ru Hua: Not coming?!

You dare to say 'cut in' in the group, but you dare not meet the artist?!】

【Yuehuanshe: …Oh, so that's the reason】

Aomo previously found time to send two messages to Shu Zi Lao Shi's club group, which was actually quite significant.

For instance, planning to slip in a short piece about Chengtian Bai Ren and Dazhenhan.

This left a bunch of people who've seen every kind of CP but never seen anyone ship this pair scratching their heads, with even more radical voices claiming that shipping everything will only hurt you.

There is reason to suspect they've been attacked by some radical fans of the two.

There is even more reason to suspect they are fans of Bai Ren.

After all, the public opinion on Bai Ren's past incident was completely one‑sided, dragging a large portion of his fans into a besieged situation, with a considerable number turning quite radical.

【Gong Bi Ru Hua: Otherwise, why? I could still genuinely, just as Miss Nian said, ask you out to hang out?】

【Yuehuanshe: Not quite to that extent, I was just thinking that if we really wanted to talk face‑to‑face, we could just as well do it online, or……

Your artwork?】

【Gong Bi Ru Hua: ……Cut the useless talk, are you free tomorrow?】

【Yuehuanshe: Yes.】

Aomo typed crisply, staring at the maximally suspicious ellipsis, feeling as if he were seeing a replay of some scene.

After Ji Ling, in order to avoid millet, came here in his old age to pass the time, did Miss Xi also finally feel that this place was no longer livable?