Chapter 28 The assistant was absentmindedly organizing the documents.

The assistant was absentmindedly organizing the documents.

She never imagined that she would lose her job just because she took a few days off.

Although she still holds the title of assistant, she feels that it is now merely a formality.

Although she could sense that the director wanted her to take a break.

However, this feeling of being replaced didn't make her feel good either.

Although she has now returned to work, she is currently quite idle.

The story begins a few days ago.

A few days ago, she suddenly fell ill, and the doctor found out that she was overworked.

Fortunately, there were no major problems.

So the director waved his hand and told her to go and rest.

But ever since the assistant left, nothing has gone smoothly for me.

Somewhat clumsy.

They don't understand subtle cues, though he knows they might get it eventually, but there isn't that much time for them to adapt.

After all, the assistant will come back eventually.

So he thought about it and figured that since the other account was just sitting idle anyway, he might as well let him be the assistant.

Although this vest looks rather fancy, it's actually quite handy to use!

So over the next few days, they saw a beautiful girl carrying stacks of documents dozens of times taller than herself, walking back and forth, seemingly swaying, but never falling over.

The key point is that it looks quite decent; although the scene looks a bit comical, it walks very steadily.

They seem to work at a leisurely pace, but they don't miss a single task; you could say they have a very tight schedule.

So now the people at the research institute have gotten used to seeing this girl coming and going, and they're not very surprised.

The only person I'm not used to is probably the assistant.

She only took a few days off before returning because she was too bored to be around any more.

Unexpectedly, her job was replaced. Although she is still working, she always feels like she can't get involved.

She didn't hand over any work when she fell ill.

But the little girl handled it very well.

But after a few days, perhaps due to a problem with the arrangement of the documents, the young lady had to carefully identify which documents were important and which were not, as if the office had become the little girl's instead of hers.

She also found it somewhat inconvenient to do some of the director's trivial tasks.

It was more like the little girl who did it; she was incredibly thoughtful.

Normally, with just a glance or a word from the director, the assistant would be able to get things done perfectly.

But the little girl doesn't even need the director's instructions; she notices everything he does and then gives him the most attentive service.

Just like now, the girl always finishes her work ahead of schedule.

Moreover, she was very efficient at her job, and by the time she came to her senses, only some easy tasks remained.

(Feeling sorry for his subordinate, he thought about how his assistant hadn't had a single day off in 365 days a year, and felt guilty about it. So even though she came back on her own initiative, he wanted to do more for her so she wouldn't get too tired.)

While the little girl was doing some difficult and important work, she still managed to find time to notice that the director's tea was running low and refill it for him.

She didn't notice anything.

How should I put it? I suddenly feel a sense of emptiness inside.

I feel like I'm no longer needed.

Although she could sense that the little girl wasn't deliberately targeting her, perhaps she just wanted to show off in front of the director, or perhaps she was just being kind by not wanting her to get tired.

She thought that perhaps the director was still very important to the little girl.

Because it is so important, we can keep a close eye on the director's every move.

These past few days, she's been interacting with the little girl and hasn't been able to sense even the slightest emotional fluctuation in her.

I've never seen her laugh, cry, or make a fuss. When asked about work, she just silently answers, at most nodding.

(There's nothing we can do about it; this account is inherently unrelated to the main point.)

It felt like everyone except the director was the same to the little girl, like an object, unable to elicit any reaction from her.

But this feeling was terrible for her. These jobs were only for a few days, and suddenly they no longer belonged to him, and he couldn't get involved anymore.

It's as if she's no longer the irreplaceable person, and she's ended up with nothing to do.

He sighed and looked at the work at hand, realizing that it was almost finished.

This is normal; these tasks are inherently quite simple.

I rubbed my temples and felt a little irritable.

Thinking she should go for a walk, she inexplicably ended up in the infirmary.

Realizing what had happened, she felt somewhat annoyed.

How did I end up here? So I turned around and tried to leave.

But at the moment he lifted his foot, he suddenly hesitated, turned around, and then went inside.

As soon as I went in, I heard a series of snoring sounds.

Sure enough, the doctor was fast asleep.

This is quite normal; the doctor is the director's personal physician.

Although I sometimes treat patients, there are plenty of doctors in such a large research institute.

Normally, they wouldn't come here for treatment unless they knew the doctor was the director's personal physician.

So he's mostly free.

She had always been unhappy with his carefree attitude.

She always felt that he was somewhat frivolous, even though his achievements in medicine were irreplaceable.

But I just don't like them, and I don't know why.

But upon closer reflection, it seems I don't have anything to do right now.

If he were no longer busy or even unemployed, yet still received a high salary, what would he do? Would he sleep in, like a doctor, or do things he enjoys?

She pursed her lips, feeling that she couldn't possibly imagine that kind of life.

She didn't want to live a life without goals.

However, she also admitted that her professional skills were not as good as that of the little girl.

She couldn't force the job back, even though she knew that the director would definitely agree if she asked.

But that job didn't require two people; the little girl could handle it perfectly well on her own.

So, in that sense, I'm probably even more idle than a doctor.

I'm feeling a bit lost.

She peeked through the curtain and saw what appeared to be a doctor resting in bed before preparing to leave.

"Now that you're inside, aren't you going to take a look around?"

The doctor stretched out a big yawn.

He deeply felt that his current life was truly corrupting him.

After all, he was among the first group of people who followed the director in beating people and fighting for justice.

Although it has only been a little over ten years since that disaster occurred.

This is not exactly a spiritual revival, but they don't know exactly when. They only know that the spiritual revival may have started before he was even born, so it won't be easy for them to carve out their own niche.

During that period, it was as if there were assassination attempts against the director every day. The doctor's role at that time was not that of a doctor, but rather that of the director's bodyguard.

Now, sitting idly in this infirmary, the thing he does most is sleep.

He only realized he was awake when his assistant was just a few steps away, which shows how much his abilities have deteriorated.

The two arrived on the rooftop, where they found themselves in a rare moment of leisure.

The assistant has always been in charge of the key to this rooftop, so no one is disturbing the two of them right now.

"Sizzle—" The doctor opened a can of beer.

It was handed to the assistant quite naturally, and the assistant took a sip after taking it.

He let out a deep sigh.

You can see the entire base from here.

Everyone had smiles on their faces, full of hope for life, which was not the case at least a few years ago.

This is fine too.

"Aren't you touched? This base is what it is today, all thanks to you."

The doctor was somewhat bored. He knew what his assistant was confused about and that she just wanted reassurance.

"Thanks to me? I don't think I did anything... Even if I did something in the past, they don't need me here anymore."

"What are you talking about? The peace here is only temporary. Right now, there's no need for fighting and killing, and we're living peacefully by the director's side. But this isn't stable. Who knows, a fight might suddenly break out one day."

The doctor looked at the assistant, who was actually very dependent on the director. He wasn't referring to her physical or real-world dependence, but rather her emotional one.

He himself can be described as having a very strong will; he has self-control no matter how difficult or easy life is.

He will strive to overcome difficulties, after all, people are very adaptable. If things were easy, he might just drift along aimlessly.

He is easygoing and doesn't have much ambition, so he doesn't feel lost.

But the assistant was different.

Looking at her now, so lost, is like seeing that lost child from over a decade ago, around three or four years old.

The director rescued the assistant, and the assistant then devoted all her attention to the director.

Everything she did seemed to be for the director.

She would do whatever the director asked her to do.

So even though she went from a life of fighting and killing to suddenly returning to an office job, she accepted it calmly. As long as she stayed by the director's side, she would accept it completely. You know, it took doctors a long time to adapt to that kind of life.

But she's grown up now and needs to learn to make her own judgments.

"Don't always frown. He's just a teenager. He can't replace you. Don't always act so old-fashioned. Do what you want to do."

The two silently clinked glasses.

After taking a sip, the assistant sighed, "Why do I look older than you, who's in your thirties, even though I'm only in my twenties?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't suddenly make personal attacks! Look at my face, it's full of collagen, how could you be so heartless?"

The assistant stared silently at the doctor, and the doctor stared silently at the assistant for several seconds.

They both burst out laughing.

"It's too comfortable here. Even a beast with sharp claws would have its edges smoothed out. I really should go out. After all, it seems like no one remembers my name anymore. Most people probably just call me the director's assistant. Right? That's what most people call me."

The assistant recalled that, at some point, it seemed that no one could remember her name anymore, and everyone started calling her "assistant."

That's not her name, it's just a nickname.

Moreover, it seems to be a pseudonym based on someone else's name.

"Have a pleasant journey – Hua Qiuxue"

"Ugh, this name is so corny."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're criticizing your own name?"

...

The next day, a resignation letter appeared on the director's desk.

Director: ...

Stop, Miss! Don't go! Without you as his capable assistant, his workload will have to double!

Although he did hope that Hua Qiuxue would get some rest, he didn't want her to take a permanent vacation!