Chapter 5 Visitation

Chris regained consciousness once again from the familiar darkness. How many times had this happened since he came here? He sighed silently, wanting to close his eyes and continue playing dead.

To be honest, the experience of traveling across time to a sick body was not a good one... The lack of control and vulnerability exposed by physical discomfort made the sense of crisis deep in his heart emerge again.

For Ke Qiao, a college student living in the original time and space, even a simple cold or fever would have a significant impact on his life... Over time, he would consciously take the initiative to exercise and try his best to prevent illness.

When he was a child, Ke Qiao, whose parents were divorced, was regarded as a burden by his parents. His irresponsible parents threw him to be taken care of by his grandparents. He depended on his grandparents for survival until he grew up.

Little Ke Qiao had very poor resistance and had to go to the hospital every few days. He would always lie drowsily on his grandpa or grandma's slightly hunched backs, and hear them anxiously and helplessly asking the doctor questions. They were a little slow, and sometimes they would be looked down upon by the people around them... Every time this happened, Ke Qiao's young heart would feel sad, and he would think: It turns out that I am a burden wherever I go.

As he grew older, his grandfather passed away, and his grandmother grew increasingly elderly. Life became difficult for them, but fortunately, Ke Qiao finally went to college and was able to work part-time. He worked tirelessly, living and working non-stop, and saved a considerable amount of money. At this time, Ke Qiao was afraid to get sick, fearing he would miss classes and affect his work.

Just when Ke Qiao was dreaming that he and his grandmother would live a better life after graduation, his grandmother fell seriously ill and left him.

Ke Qiao endured the grief and took care of the funeral, living the rest of his life in a daze. He didn't care about his body or rest, just wanted to numb his pain. Then, one exhausted night before graduating from university, he woke up and traveled here...

At that moment, while Kris, still feigning unconsciousness, kept his eyes closed, reminiscing about his past, the medical cabin detected that he had regained consciousness. The hatch opened automatically as programmed, folding and extending the entire cabin into a hospital bed.

The Narr couple were still standing beside the bed, but their expressions were not as friendly and excited as when Chris had just crossed over. Chris had nothing to say and was not in the mood to speak.

Mrs. Nall's expression was complex, revealing both worry and dissatisfaction with Corris. She stood beside the gloomy old Nall and opened her mouth as if to say something, but Nall spoke first.

"Since you're fine now, you should take good care of yourself," Old Nar said in a stiff tone, "I suggest you reconsider what I said before." After that, Old Nar turned away without giving Corris any chance to argue.

Only Kris and Catherine Nall were left in the ward. Kris had a feeling the mother might have something to say, but given their previous unpleasant parting in the ward, he chose to gaze at Mrs. Nall politely but distantly and said, "If you have anything to say, please go ahead."

Mrs. Nall seemed even more dissatisfied with his attitude, but she didn't get angry directly. She just suppressed her anger and reminded Chris: "You must remember what your father and I ask of you. Don't bring shame to the family..."

"Also, you should be more careful in the future and not drink the fruit wine from Rakovi Star anymore. This time, it was because of it that you had a severe allergic reaction. And thanks to Admiral Nuhra, he helped you summon emergency medical services. Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done..."

Compared to Old Nar, Catherine still genuinely cared about her son. Halfway through her words, she couldn't help but start talking about Chris, "I drank the same thing at home before, why did he have an allergic reaction now..."

Hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed across Corris's eyes, but he quickly hid it. He nodded, cautiously remaining silent. Seeing his lack of response, Catherine Nar, fearing that any further words would irritate him, turned and hurried out of the ward to catch up with Old Nar.

In fact, Chris still remembered what happened before he completely fainted. He clearly remembered that several guards found him and wanted to give him first aid.

The next moment, Korsfu came to his senses, and the pair of eyes that looked at each other before he fainted flashed through his mind - they were Nuhra's unique golden-brown pupils.

Although Chris didn't know why he was impressed by Nuhra's eyes, the important thing at the moment was not this, but to find out why Nuhra took the initiative to lend him a helping hand?

The biometric door in front of the ward made a sound. Chris looked in the direction of the sound and found that the person coming was Nuhra, followed by a female doctor he had never seen before.

"Hello, Chris. I'm your attending physician, Maya Ksin. Let me give you a basic examination now." The doctor named Maya raised the corners of her lips and smiled gently and amiably.

Nuhra hadn't spoken since he came in. He just stood by the door, looking at Chris's bed. Chris wasn't sure what he meant, so he decided to pretend he didn't see anything and deal with the doctor first.

"Okay, thank you." Chris raised his face, smiled sincerely at Maya, and lay down on the hospital bed very cooperatively.

Meiya was very efficient and finished the examination quickly. She noticed that Chris seemed a little nervous, and mistakenly thought he was worried about his health. She comforted him, "The allergy has subsided. You can be discharged after some good rest."

Chris smiled and nodded, watching Maya leave. He noticed that before Maya walked out the door, she nodded slightly to Nuhra beside her.

Meiya walked away, and the door that had just been opened slowly closed, but Nuhra did not leave with her and remained in the ward.

Chris didn't dare to look Nuhra in the eye. He pretended to be calm and stared down at Nuhra's black leather combat boots stepping silently across the ground, one step, two steps, three steps... and then stopped in front of his bed.

Corris's breathing became a little faster. He raised his head and looked straight ahead at the empty space. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a corner of Nuhra's black military uniform - the other party was standing in front of his bedside table, seemingly fiddling with something.

"I'm busy with work, so I sent my adjutant to deliver the gifts first." Nuhra actually reached out and touched the gifts on the bedside table. "That sounds a bit rude, I'm sorry."

The gifts were all high-quality fruits, snacks, and drinks popular in the capital, filling a large basket. Inside was a holographic card with Nuhra's signature inscribed in a flamboyant style.

Kris was startled by his sudden words. His Adam's apple rolled nervously as he swallowed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...I should be the one thanking Admiral Nuhra. Thank you for helping me again."

Nuhra seemed amused by his undisguised wariness, letting out a few low chuckles. He retreated to a safe, intimate distance, summoned a reclining chair, and sat down calmly, his long, straight legs naturally crossing, like a lion king in his own territory.

Chris watched Nuhra's smooth movements and silently encouraged himself, "Don't lose in momentum!" Then, desperately, he turned his gaze to Nuhra's face, meeting her gaze head-on. Nuhra's smile, her eyes frank, made Chris feel guilty.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you?" Chris couldn't stand this weird atmosphere and just wanted to send this great god away quickly.

"Chris, please don't worry. I just want to come visit you and offer some...advice." Nuhra shrugged, not caring about Chris's obvious rejection.

Seeing that Corris remained silent, he continued to himself: "You know what? You are not actually allergic to the fruit wine at the military dinner, but to something else..."

"What?" Chris looked at Nuhra in surprise. The smile on the other's face faded a little. He saw Nuhra take out a small bottle of transparent injection and an evidence bag containing a small piece of medicine from his body, and held them in his hands to show him.

"'Reilesi' is an experimental by-product of a new type of drug. Its main function is to quickly enhance various physical qualities in a short period of time, but the side effect is that it can seriously damage human organs..." When talking about business, the smile on Nuhra's face gradually disappeared, and he said seriously.

"Relex is mainly circulated between border galaxies and foreign pirates in the form of pills and injections... and after our examination, the food residue in your body contains Relex residues, which is the reason for your allergic reaction." Nuhra said, and opened a medical report on the terminal, which showed Corris's emergency medical records.

Corris was taking in too much information at once, and his mind was almost overwhelmed. However, based on his distrust of Nuhra, he raised a question first: "Wait, Admiral, why should I believe you? What if I really am allergic to fruit wine?"

"You can go to any hospital in the capital planet for another checkup, and you'll find that the fruit wine from Ravik isn't your allergen," Nuhra said calmly, putting away the Reilly. "Or, if you drink the fruit wine again and have a severe allergic reaction, the medical monitoring system will immediately sound the alarm, and I'll summon Dr. Meiya for you... But I doubt you'll be okay."

Nuhra's confident look made Chris half-believing and half-doubting, and he was a little inclined to believe her. Besides, if Nuhra really wanted to harm him, it would be easy as pie, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

Despite this, Kris still wanted to find a way to verify the authenticity of Nuhra's words. He thought for a moment and finally said with difficulty, "I can't go anywhere else to check right now. I'll choose to drink the fruit wine again... and then decide whether to believe you or not."

Nuhra raised an eyebrow and agreed to Chris's request. Adjutant Louis, who had been waiting outside for a long time, received instructions and hurried into the ward with a bottle of Rakve Star wine, used for the military dinner, and poured Chris a half-cupful glass of wine.

Chris stared at the orange wine in the glass with a serious expression, took a deep breath, and drank the whole glass with his head tilted back.

Nuhra sat comfortably in his chair, his expression relaxed. Looking at Corris, who was so nervous he began to bite his lip unconsciously, in stark contrast, Nuhra felt a rare tinge of apology—in fact, there was no need to push him so hard.

"Relax. Judging from your condition that night, if you were truly allergic, the real-time medical system would have issued a warning the moment you drank it..." He leaned slightly toward Kris and gave a reassuring smile. "Trust me, you'll be fine."

Chris nodded randomly, his mind focused on his own physical condition. As time passed, Chris felt no discomfort, save for a slight sweating and a normal rise in temperature.

Chris finally felt relieved and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to reach out to find something to wipe the thin sweat on his face caused by the combined effects of tension and alcohol evaporation, a white handkerchief was handed to him. He looked up and saw it was Nuhra.

The temperature on Corris's face inexplicably rose a little, and the tip of his nose began to sweat again. He awkwardly took Nuhra's handkerchief and tried his best to wipe his face quickly and elegantly.

While tidying up his appearance, Chris took the initiative to analyze the situation, trying to change the subject: "Aside from the fruit wine at the dinner party, I didn't touch any other food that day. But the robot waiter at the dinner party supposedly handed out wine randomly, and there's no guarantee that the glass of wine containing ricinus would be delivered to a specific person..."

"Have you never doubted the people around you?" Nuhra said meaningfully, as if hinting at something, "someone who could secretly and unknowingly release the Reilite into you."

Chris immediately had a guess in his mind... If it was really as he thought, it was within his expectations.

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