Love Cycle (VIII) Middle-door-to-door competition...

Anushka's recovered mind only had one sentence floating in it: [Jane from the Eastern Alliance lives in the room below yours.]

He pushed open the door and glanced down the corridor to the left, finding the quickest direct route.

The appearance of each medical city in each region is different, but the internal structure is similar; they all have long, circular corridors for doctors and nurses to push beds. At the end of the corridor, there are usually two upstairs and downstairs, and five or ten guest, direct, emergency and special elevators.

Some medical cities are very large, with almost endless circular corridors inside. There are also varying numbers of explosion-proof transparent doors to distinguish between the intensive care unit and the on-duty medical area. In the neutral area, the corridors of the intensive care unit are equipped with such access control glass doors every 50 meters.

However, when Anushka ran to the end of the corridor, the glass doors with access control sensed his approach and the red access codes automatically turned green, allowing people to pass through.

Anushka didn't have the energy to think about the details at the moment. As soon as the door opened, he ran over, dazed but with a clear goal, to the pedestrian staircase at the end of the corridor. He wanted to go down and find Jane Ning immediately.

Anushka moved swiftly and somewhat unsteadily through the open glass doors, leaving behind the quiet pure white corridor and the shouts of some medical staff, without noticing the amazing technological gadgets on the corridor walls.

On the pure white corridor walls of the intensive care unit, there are holographic landscape paintings, handwritten screens for popularizing nursing knowledge, panels for calling medical staff and emergency assistance, and holographic AI portraits of outstanding doctors and great figures from past dynasties in the mainland that are so vivid that they are almost lifelike.

——"No running in the corridor!" On the first entrance wall of the corridor, a portrait of a white-haired old man in an ancient white robe angrily scolded the flash of golden light. "Disrespectful! You really deserve to have a surgery without anesthesia!"

"This child is not thirty... It should be forty minutes ago that he came out of the operating room? He can actually get out of bed now and run at such an excellent speed... Oh. The golden fountain of youth that flows day and night must have greeted Persephone's lowered eyes sitting beside it. Respectable vitality." On the wall of the second entrance of the corridor, a portrait of an AI with silver hair and black pupils wearing modern surgical sterile clothes sighed softly and recited with deep affection like a poem: "If I were still alive, I would be very happy to use gold of the same weight to buy this excellent living material."

"Where are his doctors?" On the wall of the third entrance to the left of the silver-haired portrait, a portrait of a black-haired, blue-eyed AI wearing a modern standing-collar court gown frowned and said, "He just had a brain surgery and can't run like this."

"Northerners." On the wall of the fourth gate, a portrait with black hair and black eyes wearing a modern military uniform and a white sash on his shoulders symbolizing a healer said calmly, "Carol, don't worry, they are still strong."

"Unrequited tolerance only enriches the evil soil, and the fruits of the evil soil are bloody and bitter." On the wall of the fifth gate, a portrait of an AI with light green hair wearing a medieval robe said coldly: "Does this bastard know how many special medical materials Fate used on him? He ran around as soon as he could get out of bed. If he wanted to die, why didn't he bite his tongue? What an ungrateful modern person."

"Calm down, Desmond. My other portrait is watching over Fate." A red-eyed AI wearing a modern dress said on the wall of the sixth gate. His left hand was flat on the table, his fingers were like elder branches, with obvious joints, long knuckles, and long nails as sharp as small daggers tapping the table. "No one should think of taking things from Fate without paying. Belin's idea is good. The vitality of the northerners is the best in the continent. I'll see if I can get some benefits from experimental materials for Fate."

On the wall of the seventh gate, a black-haired AI portrait wearing a medieval robe sighed and said in a melodious voice: "Fate is good in every way, but he trusts the technology in his hands too much... I didn't agree with him removing the security of the medical city and directly using chips to control the entire medical area."

"It is true that this has its advantages. It can keep out the powerful armed forces of large families from other districts who come to seek medical treatment. But sometimes, situations like this happen. Look at this child who has passed the access control. He has a universal access chip implanted in his body that allows critically ill patients to quickly enter and exit the emergency room in the entire region... Now there is no access control that can stop him."

"He just had a brain surgery, and he didn't even have the slight hand and foot tremors that are typical of nerve injury recovery... Nothing is perfect, and this child's willpower may break Fate's careful plan. Unexpected events..." The medieval AI portrait at the seventh gate had a calm look in his eyes. He looked at the distant golden light and spoke indifferently. "--An ominous thing."

"Child?" On the wall of the eighth gate, a portrait of an AI in military uniform with white hair and red eyes stared at the golden figure that flashed past his eyes.

He said without moving his lips: "Fate's AI technology can use text data and holographic modeling to dig out the ashes of us who have been dead for hundreds of years and put them to work, and implant a travel chip in every guest entering the neutral zone for visual control. Fate's control desire... sharpness... He also holds a sharp and cold mechanical legion in his hands, and pure violent war weapons are controlled by a living person with joy, anger, sorrow and happiness... In terms of terror, what is this kid from the North District? If Fate's desire was a little stronger..."

The only portrait of a historical figure from the North District on the wall of the gallery says indifferently: "In my time, people usually evaluated dangerous people like this - when will we focus our fire to kill that monster?"

On the last access wall of the corridor, the ninth holographic AI portrait politely said to the North District AI portrait: "This is how our other three districts called you back then, Mr. Anthony."

The third floor of the intensive care unit (below Anushka's room) is the ward for myofascial and neural repair and internal and external fractures.

Each floor of the high-tech Neutral Zone Medical City is equipped with only 20 armed security guards. Most of the time, these security guards are on guard in areas with more patient activity, such as the inpatient rooftop, garden, and physiotherapy center. When Anushka arrived at the third floor and successfully rushed through the gates that automatically turned green again, and began to count the house numbers to find Jane Ning, the security guards were still on their way back.

Ward 3011——"I'm really fine, you don't need to come over." A student with brown hair and blue eyes faced the direction of the ward door. A half-projected human figure appeared above the smart ring on his wrist. He was making a holographic video call and said to the phantom on his wristband distressedly: "My fracture was not caused by someone... I was suffering from hypothermia. I walked around in the holographic night lake at below zero and got hypothermia. My limbs were uncoordinated, and I fell when I got ashore. You really don't need to come over, my brother and the others are by my side... What? When I was injured... Yes, they were also by my side at that time..."

The phantom in the brain ring immediately cursed at the other two figures beside the bed: "——"

Through the visiting glass window on the ward door, Anushka saw the patient's lip movements and learned some information. He glanced at two tall red-haired figures, who stood and knelt in front of the bed with their backs to the ward door.

It was a lackey of Jane Ning. Anushka looked away with disinterest and walked forward.

Ward 3012——"No? On what basis! It wasn't me who started the trouble this time!! I was implicated! Am I an idiot? I'm only a freshman and I don't even have any special achievements, yet I dare to participate in a competition?" A dark brown-haired student from the West School was kneeling on the hospital bed, one of his broken hands hanging in front of his chest, his face flushed, and deep veins on his neck.

With a grim face, he looked at the semi-holographic shadow above the AI ​​ring. The shadow was also waving its arms angrily at him. He screamed, "This is the competition initiated by Frankie Miller Janine!! I was just passing by! I was just unlucky! Why are you deducting my pocket money until next Christmas!! You are unreasonable! You are unreasonable!! I am running away from home!!"

Even though there was no sound behind the soundproof door, Anushka was still annoyed by the other person's overly exaggerated body language.

Anushka crossed another threshold.

Ward 3013 was quiet. On the bed was a human figure, lying on his side with his back to the door. He pulled the quilt over his head and hid inside the quilt, refusing to communicate with the four dark figures in suits standing like ghosts beside the bed. The four figures were dressed in standard ASEAN business suits. Anushkado paused for a few seconds before walking away.

Anushka came to Ward 3014. The observation window on the door was in frosted mode to block the view. He looked down at the door handle. It was a sophisticated technological lock that could not be broken by force. Anushka stepped to the left wall of the door, raised his hand, and knocked on the door politely.

As soon as the person inside opened the door and a crack appeared, Anushka raised her hand and pried open the unlocked ward door completely. Her movement was so fast that the black-clad butler who came to open the door didn't even see who was knocking on the door before he felt his neck tighten and fell into a coma and lost consciousness.

The butler's fallen body hit the door with a heavy thud.

"I guess, at least you have studied junior high school." Young Master Jian Ning, who was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, didn't know who the visitor was, but he didn't blink. "Killing someone in a neutral zone in peacetime is a big challenge to deal with later..." The eldest master in a hospital gown laughed lightly, "The fire thief feeds the eagle with his body, and he will never give in for thousands of years. His liver is all filthy and his feelings are as thin as mist*... Be careful, stranger, the owner of this place doesn't hang out with the flock and never cares about the network of people..."

"Quarrel."

"..." Frankie Miller Janning's ears twitched, but he didn't close his eyes. He was still in the leisurely posture of taking an afternoon nap. With his hands flat on the quilt, he quietly pinched the wide ring on his right thumb and turned it. "Oh, it's you." Janning laughed and said in a long tone: "I was wondering why I smelled a strong smell of blood. Abnormal lover... reasonable. Good afternoon, Kashi from the Northern Alliance."

A moment passed and there was silence in the room.

If Master Jane Ning was willing to condescend to open his eyes, he would find that the expression on Anushka Cash's face kept changing like a palette, revealing disgust unconsciously - trying hard to hold it back - unable to hold it back - murderous intent leaking out - holding it back again, until veins on her forehead popped out, her neck turned red, and the dark purple blood vessels on her neck jumped.

Anushka Kash's intracranial pressure kept rising as she walked down the stairs, but even though her face turned blue in pain, her expression didn't change much.

A few words from the Eastern Alliance brought his psychological and physical disgust to its peak.

He was too lazy to speak, and finally suppressed the violent emotions in his heart, and went straight to grab the intelligence ring on Jane Ning's wrist. Anushka Kashi still couldn't remember who he had forgotten, but he didn't forget common sense; the student information database of the holographic school was connected to the students' real intelligence rings. As long as he took away Jane Ning's intelligence ring, the intelligence unlocked by Jane Ning's pupil pattern... within ten minutes at most, Anushka Kashi could get the data he wanted.

Anushka paused for a moment as the idea of ​​a skilled person came to her mind.

"Tsk, raising a deformed creature has turned you into a vulgar and despicable beast? The social etiquette of you in the Northern Alliance is..." Frankimir Janning frowned deeply and swallowed the scream of pain that rushed to his throat.

The blond freshman started pulling at his eyelids again.

The internal organs and limb muscle tissue were still growing. Jian Ning frowned deeply as his hands and feet became weak. Until this moment, he had not panicked. He never stored any important information in the computer he used for school. If it was stolen, the other party could only look at his class schedule at most.

If the idea was to physically take away his brain ring and find the correct way to crack the virus program, then this freshman was really naive.

Fate had not tried this impossible move in the past four months.

"Are you going to come directly offline to steal my intelligent computer ring to process the virus program? Does Fate know that you are that stupid?" Frankie Miller Jane Ning simply went along with the opponent's violent means. Even in the warm and bright room, Jane Ning's eyes were as black as holes, with no way to distinguish the pupil lines and pupil points.

Frankie Miller Janning chuckled and said in a long tone, "Fate doesn't like fools. Your behavior must be without permission... Don't do things behind his back. He hates this kind of behavior."

Anushka Kashi, who had already taken the brain ring and held it in her hand, was startled. Fate... Fate. Anushka Kashi miraculously did not think of anyone's face through the name hook, but first thought of bright silver.

Just like the one Jane Ning lives in, a pure white ward with beautiful silver vine patterned walls.

The carpet here is a warm snow-white velvet, the mattress is a warm white quilt with a yellowish tint, the ceiling chandelier is hung with decorative pendants made of crystal and white gemstones, and there are bonsai flowers outside the two large sunny windows...pure white honeymoon tulips with plush feather-like petals.

Anushka Cash had no impression of "Fate"'s appearance or any features, but at this moment, he felt that he was accompanied by "Fate". For no reason and inexplicably, in Anushka Cash's constantly throbbing head nerves, a firm idea in the idealistic existence that can be called subconsciousness slowly swam up like a fish, and spit out a small white bubble to Anushka Cash: - Fate, you are allowed to bite him, you are allowed to kiss him, you are allowed to lick him with that deformed and weird face, and even all these promises are made to your beast brother with a nasty tongue... How could Fate dislike you?

He promised me. In a hazy, twisted, throbbing nightmare, Anushka Kash's brain received a thin white feather that could carry him out of the sea of ​​pain.

"He doesn't dislike me." The calm-looking first-year student said calmly, "He allows me to kiss him."

Anushka Cash stared at Frankie Miller Janine's gradually flattening facial expression, raised the corners of her mouth, and felt the pleasure of having her enemy suffer a setback.

He raised his chin slightly, tilted his head, and looked down at Jian Ning with squinting eyes. His eyes were deep and sharp, with pupils that almost flew into his temples and were as bright as quenched fire. He had two strands of hair that were born in a golden nest, grew up between arms and power, and had the arrogance and arrogance that is unique to young people who don't know the immensity of the world.

Young Anoushka Cash tells Frankie Miller, "He also lets me stick out my tongue."

Frankie Miller remained expressionless for five full seconds.

At the sixth second, Frankie Miller Janning smiled.

He reached out and touched the other side of the bed, and the headboard slowly rose up to form a comfortable triangular backrest, supporting him to sit up. Frankie Miller Jane put one hand under the quilt.

He uttered a thoughtful groan, slightly narrowed his eyes, and said, "You are very proud of Fate's tolerance and indulgence towards you."

The dark eyes scanned Anushka Kash's clothes bit by bit, like measuring with a ruler, and specifically looked at the medical ring logo still worn around Anushka Kash's neck. It was a medical needle ring that promoted the effectiveness of healing stem cells.

"Oh. Apparently you just had a brain surgery. Such patients will have a short period of intermittent amnesia within 24 hours... Let me remind you." Frankie Miller Janning stared at Anoushka Cash, and his hands hidden under the quilt clenched into fists unwillingly. The force was so great that the finger bones of his left hand, which was still regrowing, were twisted and turned white.

On his face, he said calmly:

"You are convinced that Fate accepted your bloody embrace because you took away my authority."

"You are convinced that Fate accepted your rough, animalistic kisses because you took away my authority."

"You're sure that Fate wouldn't mind you sticking out your tongue when kissing him, biting his skin, and touching his body - that's because you took away my authority." Frankie Miller Janning didn't raise his chin, and his voice was not loud, still that long, soft voice.

Frankie Miller Janning, sitting on the bed, stared at Anoushka Cash as if he were a servant, and was satisfied to see the young beast's bloodless face turn pale and blue, as if from heavy blood loss, and the blood veins on Cash's neck gradually swelled and turned into an angry purple-red.

These fresh emotional trophies almost made Frankie Miller Janning forget the existence of his deformed and extremely painful left hand under the quilt.

"You've only been in school for a year, and you've been courting Fate for four months. He's never accepted your gifts, let alone looked you in the eye. It's just that by some strange coincidence, I briefly got his eye on you... Thank you for telling me. It sounds like Fate doesn't mind a further kiss."

"Thank you, Cash." Frankie Miller Jane chuckled happily.

In a split second, Frankie Miller-Chan was grabbed by the collar and punched hard in the face by a stone-faced Anoushka Cash.

Frankie Miller Janning turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth onto the quilt. The growth-promoting agent in his body was still working to repair his muscles. Frankie Miller Janning had absolutely no strength to resist. He did not even resist, not even turning his head. He just kept the posture of being hit in the face, turned his eyes upwards and said lightly, "Poor thing."

The next moment, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.