Chapter 31 "Director, could you..."

"Director, could you please explain this to me?" The doctor shook the medicine bottle in his hand.

It was obvious that no sound was coming from inside; there were no more pills left.

Our director's strategy is to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

So he didn't speak, but silently looked at the doctor.

He seemed unfathomable, and the doctor was almost amused by his audacity. "You've had this problem since you were a child. When you feel guilty, you stop talking and put on a stern face, as if everyone else is in the wrong."

The director, now exposed, guiltily looked away.

The doctor became even angrier seeing that Dr. McDough remained silent.

Suddenly he sighed, looking quite helpless. "McDonald's, take care of your body. You need to know that now, besides me, no one will care about you."

If the doctor had continued to scold him like before, he might have been able to endure it a little longer, but the way the doctor suddenly said those things made him feel a little uncomfortable and awkward.

Indeed, in this world, if we're talking about the closest people, besides his pseudonym, it's probably only his doctor.

It's not that others don't care about him; at least everyone in the research institute respects him.

The problem is that they all have excessive respect for the director and regard his words as absolute truth.

They understood the director's arrangements, so even if the director did something that would hurt him, most of them would still follow his instructions.

The assistant might offer some advice after finding out, then point out all the drawbacks and give a long lecture. But if the director insists, she will still do as he says.

The director had a rare feeling that he was actually out of place in this world.

"Never mind, I'll bring you the medicine later. I'll also bring you some other medications for treatment. This medicine is addictive, and it will only temporarily relieve your pain, but it will still have the expected side effects." The doctor was somewhat angry.

Several years ago, he discovered that the director had been using psychotropic drugs on him without his consent for research purposes.

He was particularly careful about the director's mental health issues.

The problem with mental health is that you often can't see it.

If he hadn't known him well, he probably would have been fooled at that time. Luckily, he discovered it in time.

He still remembered how he answered at that time: "I have full confidence in myself, this medicine is absolutely fine..."

After this drug was developed, it was actually tested on other animals.

Shortly after the drug was administered to the animals, they would exhibit manic and angry behavior, and then die shortly afterward. This was the result for almost every type of animal that had been tested.

However, he did not expect that McDang Cheese would be so bold as to inject it directly into his body.

Although he didn't go insane in the end and seemed to be fine, he would occasionally experience a sharp pain in his brain.

And he was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat; you could tell it was really painful just by looking at him.

So doctors specially invented this painkiller. Since it is called a painkiller, its only function is to relieve pain.

Furthermore, it is strictly forbidden for Maltese to continue using this drug.

After he stopped using it in the past few years, his body seems to have gradually adapted, and the frequency of pain has decreased.

But look at it now, there's just one whole bottle, which used to last for half a year, but now it might not even last a month.

Moreover, this medicine only treats mental pain; it has no effect on other physical ailments.

Then he remembered the needle marks on his hand when he fainted last time (it really was just a sedative!).

Can't you just cherish your own life? Do you even know that he saved his life time and time again? How much effort did it take? Every year, no fewer than several hundred people have sacrificed their lives to protect him.

Cherish your life. Don't try drugs with side effects. If all else fails, just go to the base and recruit a few volunteers. There are plenty of people with money and food, and they'll keep coming.

The director expressed his frustration, stating that he genuinely did not abuse drugs.

Putting aside this time, which was caused by overusing his mental energy, the last time he used the medicine was only because he was sure it had no side effects.

The reason those small animals died was because their mental strength was not high to begin with, and this drug was something that enhanced mental strength, so they couldn't withstand it and went mad, and simply died, their mental strength floating outside.

He deliberately avoided this so as not to worry (or scold) the doctor.

Who would have thought that a doctor who never sought him out would actually come over and chat with him...

If I had known, I wouldn't have asked his other alias to get the medicine. Wasn't that unnecessary?

The doctor and McDull stood facing off for a while, but they ran out of things to say and there was nothing he could do about it, since McDull was now his boss.

After so long, his anger had subsided a little, and he was about to leave when he suddenly saw Shao Ji, who had been standing at the door since earlier, too afraid to come in.

He then recalled that he had succeeded because someone opened the door.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly noticed that the little girl's hands were behind her back.

This feels very familiar; isn't this the kind of action that McDangChao often makes when he's feeling guilty and hiding something?

Upon seeing it, he immediately noticed the white bottle.

Her temper flared up immediately again: "Fine! So you went to get the medicine! You really taught me! You're just like me!"

Bang!

The loud slamming of the door startled the two people inside.

The two people with different identities looked at each other, both feeling guilty, after all, they were the same person.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

The door suddenly opened again, and with a thud, a stack of documents was slammed onto the desk, then the door slammed shut again!

He could feel the force was so great that the floor shook twice.

He swallowed hard and took out the documents from his desk.

Oh, so I didn't come to chat with him specifically; I had business to discuss. It's a pity I made him run away in a huff earlier.

There's nothing wrong with the information; it's just a social event.

He was the one who initially proposed the inter-base social event. He didn't really take it seriously, but for some reason... people from both his own base and other bases took the event very seriously and offered valuable prizes as gifts.

Why does everyone care so much about this?

For example, his KFC vest, and...

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"Good job." Xiao Qianyu nodded in satisfaction.

He still makes him train these days, but not with the same frantic intensity as before.

Instead, they asked him to do some mental activities.

In short, it's "piracy"...piracy of his own research results.

But all Hongji could do inwardly curse this exploitation while constantly crafting powerful weapons for him.

There's nothing he can do; he ended up in his hands anyway. It's alright, he'll have to pay it back someday. With interest, of course. Besides, he's the one who created these things; whether there are any problems or not is entirely up to him…

Due to the immense value he has demonstrated these past few days, Xiao Qianyu is quite satisfied with him and even has the idea of ​​keeping him at the base to groom him as her successor.

Of course, that was for their base; in fact, he probably had dozens of successors to groom.

However, he then remembered that he had a daughter, so he wouldn't have to bother raising so many people.

Then, a sudden, upsetting thought struck me: my daughter is now in someone else's hands, probably calling him "Dad" right now.

Maybe he's not your father yet, maybe we'll all start calling him father, and that will only make you angrier, okay?

After spending these several dozen days together, they have gotten along remarkably well.

It's a win-win situation, he thought at first he would feel some kind of attachment to the wheat cheese.

Fortunately, he didn't see that in Hōjī.

Even when he brought it up or guided him to talk about it, he remained quite silent or showed expressions of disappointment and disgust.

I don't know if his daughter has been kidnapped yet, but it's not bad that he managed to kidnap one of their most capable generals.

Moreover, he has made a significant contribution to their base. In the past, he had to pay a certain amount of money to their research institute base every year to acquire this batch of machinery.

Now things are much better. Not only do they not have to pay this money, they might even be able to buy from other bases and steal his business.

However, one should not be too greedy. This kind of thing is unethical (actually, even if they sell, they cannot guarantee the quality to others, and they will buy from the research institute, which is a more reliable base, and they cannot provide the blueprints to guarantee these weapons).

Meanwhile, Hōji's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the panel next to him.

That was a radiance unique to the system.

The above-mentioned persona has two more personality traits: — Patience.

It's really amazing. I don't know why, but it seems like this persona's personality is particularly easy to add things to.

Perhaps it's due to the initial settings.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Xiao Qianyu gave him a card and then gave him about a dozen chapters of information.

"You'll be leading the team for this base's friendly competition, but remember, our purpose there isn't to win prizes, but rather..."

Xiao Qianyu lowered her head and spoke to him softly.

After a while, Hongji finally raised his head, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

Are you that persistent? There are quite a few good things to be won this time.

Perhaps you'll see quite a few familiar faces at that banquet.

However, he did agree in the end, and it seemed that he wouldn't suffer any loss in this matter... oh no, he definitely wouldn't suffer any loss.