"As an elder, I have nothing to say about the friendship between you, and I am very grateful that you are willing to treat our child with sincerity and friendship."
"As elders, I hope you will remember that in future interactions, you should not give our Xiaoningzi any medicine or other medical supplies besides nutrient solutions."
"Please help me, everyone."
Before he finished speaking, he bowed slightly to the crowd.
Emmanuel and the others panicked instantly, hurriedly helping Gu Shiqian up and saying they understood.
I promise I will not give Sang Ning any items related to medicine in the future, and I truly don't need their gifts.
Gu Shiqian was satisfied upon hearing this.
He laughed and said, "Please sit down, don't stand."
As he spoke, he handed a glass of water to Sang Ning.
"Have something to drink and calm down."
Sang Ning said "oh" and started drinking water from her cup.
Monet leaned closer and asked, "Ningning, are you done with your work?"
"I'm done with work."
The director's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this, "Is everything ready?"
"alright."
Setting down her cup, Sang Ning opened her terminal and sent him all the compiled data at once, then added—
"You could try calling in a medical robot."
"Ready."
After leaving those words behind, the director turned and ran toward the door.
Its chubby, round body moves as nimbly as a fish.
Elliott remarked, "I only realized today that the director is actually a surprisingly agile fat man."
“Don’t look down on Dao’er. He was the top student in the martial arts department when he was in school.”
Gu Shiqian smiled and said, "He's also number one in the mecha department."
Everyone was shocked. They couldn't understand why the chief director, who ranked first in the martial arts competition, should have chosen to work in the public security department, if not the military.
Why did I become a director?
This is completely unrelated to my major.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Monet asked the question.
"Because I have the heart of an artistic young man."
The director, who strode in with a medical robot, overheard Monet's words and said, "My dream used to be to travel the world with a sword, but I was tricked by my brother when I was studying and ended up studying martial arts but minoring in mecha."
At this point, he sighed with a sense of melancholy, "Although I was first in both my major and minor, I was in a lot of pain because neither of these majors were my ideal majors."
"Finally, I graduated, and then I plunged into the arts and culture world, creating the wildly popular 'Survival on a Deserted Planet'."
With tears welling up in his eyes, he exclaimed, "I'm absolutely certain that I'm number one in the arts and culture world."
"This deserves applause, thank you!"
The director bowed slightly to the audience as a curtain call, adopting a reserved yet proud posture as he awaited thunderous applause.
It turns out he was overthinking it.
There will be no applause; Sang Ning and the others will never give him applause in their entire lives.
There's no other reason than that his psychological analysis is not only unmoving, but also incredibly awkward.
Asking them to go against their conscience and give something like that to their palms? Sorry, I can't do that.
Conscience will hurt.
After exchanging a glance, Sang Ning cleared her throat and waved to the medical robot.
"Ami, come here for a second."
"Ningning, will you take me as your apprentice?"
Ami, with her small, square body, hopped and skipped to Sang Ning's side, placing her small, square metal hands on her knees, and her round, crystalline eyes curving into crescent shapes.
His expression was quite expressive; you could tell at a glance that he was in a very good mood.
Yes.
Sang Ning patted its flat head and held the terminal up to its face. "Come on, let's connect. I'll send you the system data of traditional Chinese medicine. See how much you can learn."
"Okay!"
Ami was delighted upon hearing this and immediately turned her fingers into interfaces to connect with Sang Ning's terminal.
At the same time, Sang Ning pressed the transfer button.
Instantly, the system's TCM data began to be transmitted into Ami's body.
Its crystalline electronic eye has been transformed into two holographic windows, with lines of data scrolling rapidly.
Emmanuel and the others came over to watch the spectacle, but after a while they realized that their eyes simply couldn't keep up with Ami's processing speed.
The data on the holographic screen scrolled so fast that their eyes were blurry, and they ended up seeing nothing at all.
The director, who was expecting applause, felt frustrated and aggrieved.
He sat down next to Gu Shiqian with a pitiful look on his face, and asked Gu Shiqian as Ami received the data, "Am I really that unlikable?"
His words were filled with resentment, which gave Gu Shiqian goosebumps.
He subtly shifted his position away from the director, who exuded a listless aura, and said irritably, "I thought you should have some self-awareness."
"You've never seemed to be likable."
The director opened his mouth to refute, but Gu Shiqian did not give him a chance to speak.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear you."
"The important business is ahead; don't forget you still have a mission to complete."
That's a valid point, and it serves as a good reminder of the director's responsibilities.
He sat up straight from his lazy lounging on the sofa, his resentment turning into seriousness, staring at Ami without blinking.
Five minutes passed, and Ami remained motionless.
Ten minutes passed, and Ami still didn't move.
Half an hour passed, and Ami still stood there like a wooden figure, without making the slightest movement.
But on the holographic screen projected by its eyes, lines of data were still flying by.
The director could no longer maintain his upright posture. He nudged Gu Shiqian and whispered, "How much longer will this take?"
You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?
Planet E72 doesn't have any medical robots, so it's no exaggeration to say that this was his first time coming into close contact with one.
Who knows what level of learning ability medical robots actually possess?
"It will get better when it's time."
He calmly replied, and the director thought that made a damn good point... what a load of rubbish.
"It's no use, I'll ask Sang Ning."
He muttered a complaint, then skipped over to Sang Ning, squeezing past Mo Nainai to ask her, "Little Ning, do you know how much longer this will take?"
Sang Ning, who was resting with his eyes closed, didn't even bother to open them when he heard the voice and said, "Ask Ami? I'm not it, I can't possibly know its learning progress."
"Alright, alright!"
Almost the instant she finished speaking, Mu Tao suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Um?
Hearing the sound, everyone looked towards Ami and saw the holographic screen it had projected retract.
Instantly, everyone's eyes lit up.
The director once again demonstrated to everyone what a flexible fat man is.
Before they could even see how he did it, Sang Ning and the others saw him wave his hand, lift up the medical robot, and shove it in front of their eyes, saying, "Ami, how's your learning going?"
"I've learned some things."
Ami's electronic voice was tinged with pleasure, which piqued Sang Ning's interest. She snatched it from the director's hand and placed it in front of her, asking, "Have you learned the human acupoint chart?"
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