Chapter 129: Little female, do you miss me?
Omya, the killer whale orc with a pigtail on her head and a piece of grass in her mouth, arrived late with the orcs of the aquatic team.
Omya took out the grass from his mouth and raised his eyebrows coolly:
"Master Healer, we went on a small mission yesterday and came back late, but we've already given those fleas a good beating. I guarantee they'll be utterly horrified and unable to sleep at night."
The other orcs from the Aquatic Tribe immediately described to Sang Qing in vivid detail how miserable the group of orcs who caused trouble yesterday were.
Seeing the beastmen dancing and gesticulating, some of them even pretending to be monkeys and falling to the ground, kicking their legs and howling like ghosts and wolves, Sang Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Seeing the therapist smile, the beastmen from the aquatic department also smiled at each other innocently.
Ou Miya walked beside Sang Qing, speaking in a casual tone.
"Healer, don't put so much pressure on yourself. There are still researchers in the institute. It's not up to you alone to save everyone."
"A person's abilities are limited. If you're unhappy, just rest until you're happy. We won't die anytime soon."
Omya put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky slightly.
"Even if we die, this is our path."
"Enjoy your life to the fullest. Death is nothing to be afraid of. You don't need to worry about it."
Omya always looks indifferent to life and death, and even his words of comfort are so unique.
Sang Qing smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. I am doing what I want to do. I am not unhappy."
Omiya: "Well, if you're unhappy, you can come to our aquatic department to attend the water party."
"By the way, our captain will be back soon. Maybe you can watch his performance then."
Omya blinked teasingly.
Sang Qing paused, Manzhu?
"Didn't you say one year?"
"Who knows?" Omya spread his hands. "Maybe something unexpected happened."
Sang Qing went to see Admiral Curry with doubts.
All the troublemakers who were beaten up several times yesterday were grounded and permanently removed from the therapist's appointment system. No matter how much they shouted that it was unfair, wanted to appeal, or regretted and admitted their mistakes, it was of no use.
Admiral Curry issued new rules:
From now on, anyone who offends a therapist in the institute will be blacklisted, permanently disqualified from making appointments, suspended from all psychiatric treatment, severely punished, and sent out on missions.
Led by Nain, the Lions and Tigers will carry out thorough propaganda within each team, and anyone who dares to force or shirk responsibility will be punished with fists.
"Why did Manzhu come out early?" Sang Qing asked casually.
Curry shook his head solemnly. "I heard it was due to family reasons. I'm not too sure about the details."
Sang Qing couldn't understand why his family would unfreeze Manzhu early when his riot level was so high.
Could it be that his family found an S-level healer for him?
When Sang Qing was about to return to the treatment room, he ran into Manzhu who had returned and gave up the idea.
The beast-like siren's ear fins, the pale and seductive face, and the long dark purple and almost black hair were untied and all scattered behind her.
There is a distinct purple pattern on the side of the neck, like a totem, charming yet weird.
His demeanor seemed darker than the last time I had glanced at him.
Seeing her, Manzhu stopped and a seductive smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Little female, did you miss me?"
Sang Qing: “…”
Sang Qing did not answer, but lowered his gaze to his blood-stained arm.
Manzhu raised his hand and looked along the line of sight of Sang Qing, not caring at all, "Well, you killed a few people, are you scared?"
Manzhu's eyes flickered with interest, wanting to see the little female's reaction.
Sang Qing had no expression: "Don't you have to bear legal responsibility for killing someone?"
"If no one knows I killed him, then there's no need for that."
Manzhu chuckled, walked behind Sang Qing, bent down close to Sang Qing's ear, and whispered softly, "Suppose I kill you now and then eat you."
Sang Qing: “…”
madman.
Sang Qing stepped back and faced him again, speechless. "You said it so openly yourself. Kill me? Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
Manzhu stretched out her hand, brushed her fingertips across the corner of Sang Qing's eyes, and chuckled softly: "Have you cried?"
The cold touch made Sang Qing subconsciously take half a step back and frown.
"Why are you crying for a bunch of scum? They are the ones who should be crying."
Although these were words of comfort, they inexplicably carried a cold and cruel aura when spoken by Manzhu.
But it was true that she was only verbally attacked and accidentally bumped into, while they were beaten much harder.
Moreover, they can no longer make appointments for their own treatment, and she is not stupid enough to take the initiative to treat them. Everyone knows what the consequences will be if the riot value cannot be reduced. Isn't it sad?
Manzhu retracted his hand, casually tucked a strand of hair in front of his chest, and said in a casual voice, "Don't worry, I will help you deal with those trash."
Sang Qing raised an eyebrow, "How should we deal with this? Beating them up again is unnecessary, and it will only add to the burden on the doctors."
Manzhu walked around Sang Qing for two steps, turned around, and smiled brightly, "If I'm not careful, I'll kill them."
Sang Qing's mouth twitched, "As long as you are happy."
Having seen Manju's crazy behavior, she was no longer surprised by anything he said.
Just don't go crazy and let her die.
Manzhu suppressed his smile and handed over something, "I brought this for you. Eat something sweet and you'll feel better."
Before Sang Qing could react, the thing was already in his hands.
Looking down, I saw delicate peach blossom-shaped pastries inside the transparent octagonal box, which looked delicious.
"You did it?"
Manzhu hugged her chest, and the tail of her eyes led the colorful scales upwards, "I guess so."
Sang Qing hesitated for a moment and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Sang Qing looked at Manzhu's back as she left, sighed, and returned to the treatment room.
Manju returned to the shelter to prove that his family had not found a therapist for him.
…
A few minutes later, Manju appeared where the monkeys were kept.
Shi Ying applied to Admiral Curry early in the morning and came in person to supervise the punishment.
Manzhu's gaze shifted from the orc being whipped to Shi Ying's face. He leaned against the door and gently touched the scales on the back of his hand. "Don't hit him too hard. If the injury is too severe, he won't be able to go on the mission."
These words sounded like evil voices and a death warrant to the punished orcs.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at the strange and beautiful orc outside the door in disbelief.
However, the latter didn't even bother to give them a glance.
Angry shouts immediately came from the compartment, but it was of no use.
Shi Ying looked at Manzhu and smelled the faint scent of the little Bodhisattva in the air amidst a bunch of dirty smells.
It seemed to be there and not there, but he was very familiar with this scent and there was no way he would be mistaken.
It was brought from Manju.
He met Sang Qing before he came and touched her.
Shi Ying's eyes and brows couldn't help but turn cold, but he still ordered not to cripple the man.
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