I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Opening his eyes, he was faced with a completely unfamiliar environment. Physically, the bed is also unfamiliar.

Fu'er smacked his dry mouth and muttered.

"Should I say something strange about the ceiling at this time?"

But soon, another unfamiliar voice interrupted his free thoughts.

From the sight where he was lying flat, a head suddenly popped out and said to him with a smile.

"You wake up! You have become a girl!"

"??????"

Fu'er checked his body subconsciously, and after confirming that the things that should be there were still there, and the things that shouldn't be there were not there, he remained silent for a moment, as if he was not willing to spit out the fragrance to the stranger's first words.

"Is there something wrong with you——"

Sorry, it seems he couldn't hold it back.

"Hmm, it seems that the consciousness is normal and the mental state is good. Congratulations, Mr. Fu'er, your recovery is going very well."

The other person smiled, seemingly not caring about the other person's offense, and stood up straight. Fu Er looked over and saw a black-haired man wearing a white coat, a license pinned to his chest, and a ponytail standing beside the bed, looking at him with a smile.

"Uh...here is..."

Looking around, the white and simple room had some medical equipment neatly placed at the head of the bed and in the corner of the room. There was a small square table and a few chairs next to it. There is a small refrigerator and microwave on the long table near the door. There is a TV hanging on the wall but it is not turned on at the moment.

"Mr. Fuer, as you can see, this is a ward, or -"

"This is the exclusive hospital of the East China Branch of the Hero Administration, and I am the doctor here."

"Well, can you please stop calling me Mr. Ful? I feel a little bit PTSD."

Fu'er said with a strange expression as if recalling some bad memory.

"Oh, I understand. Are you a little bit traumatized after the war? It doesn't matter. I believe you will recover soon. If necessary, I can also work as a part-time psychiatrist to help you treat it. How about it? Do you think you need it? "

"It's... not bad... that's right!"

Speaking of that battle, Fu'er must have thought of his classmates and teachers who were controlled.

"How many days have I been sleeping? Are my classmates and teachers okay?"

"Don't worry, except for you who was in coma for three days, everyone else basically woke up the next day. Your teachers and classmates, as well as all the employees of the company, have been safely discharged and returned home."

After hearing the news that everyone was fine, Fu'er also breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to sit up, but found that his hands had no strength and couldn't hold him up for a long time.

"Do you feel weak in your limbs?"

Seeing this, Yan Shang suddenly became serious.

"Yes...yes...Doctor Yan, is my body——"

Could it be that he suffered some serious sequelae in that battle?

"From a medical point of view, your current situation is due to insufficient production of adenine nucleoside triphosphate, which causes your muscles to atrophy, which in turn leads to weakness in your limbs. If not treated in time, it may cause you to be disabled in the future. Stay in bed. And the medical advice we give in this situation is-"

"Gollum—"

Fu'er swallowed. Although he didn't quite understand the medical terminology, the problem he had seemed to be serious! Can it be recovered? Will I have to stay in bed for the rest of my life?

Don't do that kind of thing! !

"Eat something. After all, I haven't eaten for three days and I'm dying. It's weird that I have the strength."

"What the hell-"

After the identification, this hair removal doctor is a pure bad guy!

"Hahahahaha."

After teasing Fu'er happily, Yan Shang took out two cakes from the refrigerator at the door and handed one to Fu'er.

"How about it? Would you like some strawberry cake? Eating some sweets will help you regain your strength quickly."

"…………"

"eat!"

....................................

"So, since you work in the Hero Management Bureau, you are also a [Hero]?"

"Hmm...who told you that working here makes you a [hero]?"

Yan Shang said after swallowing the strawberry with cream in his mouth.

"Oh, it seems so. Sorry, it seems that I slept for too long and my brain is not very clear."

"But I am indeed a [Hero]."

"……………………"

Then you say you*!

Although Fu'er wanted to say this directly, he still held it back due to his good qualities.

I feel so uncomfortable...

However, the other party seemed to be very satisfied with Ful's hesitant look and said with a smile.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am an employee of the Disaster Management Department and Medical Logistics Department of the East China Branch of the Hero Administration. My hero registration name is [Therapist], and my real name is Yan Shang. You can call me Doctor Yan or Lao Yan. It will be all right."

"Then can I call you Yan Tou?"

I don't know why, such a title suddenly popped into Fu'er's mind.

Then, my mind did not stop my mouth...

"Hahahahaha, you look so much like that guy from Harts. That guy also liked to call me Yan Tou for a while."

"Uh... for a while? Then can I ask why you didn't shout like that later?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I forgot to anesthetize him when I was treating his wounds."

"……………………"

So scary, this doctor is so scary!

Help! Sylvia, save me!

"Hahahahahaha! I'm kidding you. Harts never called me that, and I never forget to take anesthesia. I'm very serious about this. But you can call me that if you want."

Seeing Fu'er trembling, Yan Shang's bad taste was satisfied again.

If someone were passing by here and saw this scene, they would definitely feel sorry for Ful.

Although their medical logistics ace has superb medical skills, excellent resume, is kind-hearted, and good-looking, he just has this personality.

High emotional intelligence is called fun-loving and fun-loving.

Low emotional intelligence... is called "crumbs".

And he’s also a pleasure criminal! No patient who passed through his hands could not be beaten by him.

But... who makes him the ace here?

Still a hero with the name of [Healer].

Forget it, forget it, your life is important...

"Oh, by the way, is Harts here now?"

"You're talking about him. He was originally in the next ward, but he was cured yesterday and was taken out to perform his mission."

"Is the prosecution of the robber no longer relevant?"

"Everything has been investigated clearly, so of course nothing will happen. Although we follow the rules here, we are not like those in the Federation who adhere to the rules."

After finishing the last bite of the cake, Yan Shang threw the garbage into the trash can and continued.

"Originally, I thought he would find a way to catch fish for two more days, but this time he actually went straight to work after being cured. It's really strange."

"yes……"

"Okay, after talking for so long, I have basically confirmed your current situation. You can be discharged from the hospital and go home normally~"

"what?"

"Hello, these are the personal items you left behind. Please take them."

"what?"

"Are you Ful? Please follow me, and we will take you back to Hanhai City by plane."

"what?"

"Please take this car and we will get you home safely."

"what?"

Passed by the ward, logistics warehouse, branch airport, and Hanhai Municipal Airport.

It wasn't until Fu'er returned to his home with his bag on his back and looked at Sylvia who was watching TV and eating ice cream that he finally calmed down.

"Hey! Why are you standing at the door stupidly? Close the door as soon as you come back! All the air-conditioning has escaped!"

"what????"

Did you just come back like this? Just came back like this without any other investigation? ?

Didn't he use some unconventional power?

Don't you have to undergo repeated inspections, go through several psychological suggestions, and finally sign a lot of A4 papers that are missing or missing?

Or the kind that if you accidentally say something wrong, ten or even nine big men will fall from the sky and take you back to the dark room.

This is neither scientific nor miraculous.

There's no way they just let me go because they saw that I was a high school student.

No...too...but...can...

Forget it, it would be nice to come back directly.

Just pretend nothing happened?

It seems a bit difficult.

"Why do you look so surprised that the other party didn't ask anything and just put you back without checking anything."

Sylvia threw the ice cream stick into the trash can and looked at Ful and asked.

"Isn't that strange?"

"It's not strange. There's nothing strange about this."

Sylvia spread her hands and expressed.

"What do you think the so-called [vocation] system does, and what does [Alaya Consciousness] do? Isn't it just for human beings to be able to control and control the power of [miracle]? As long as your goal is still For the sake of righteousness, your background and your will do not need to be confirmed by any other means, because you are an existence recognized by the entire human consciousness. Moreover, hasn’t the mark of recognition from her been sent to you long ago?”

"So this is the so-called engraving? To be honest, I can't believe it. And why do I feel that there is a big difference between me and Hartz?"

Following his thoughts, Fu'er scratched his head as the silver engraving suddenly appeared in his hand. He always felt that his imprint seemed to cause some change in his temperament. But it felt completely different from Hartz and Yan Shang, and he couldn't tell what the difference was.

Are you a temporary worker?

You don't want to take the blame...

"Nonsense, you are not a [Hero], and you are not in the same system as them. Of course there is a big difference."

Sylvia said angrily.

"Be proud, Fu'er, you have opened up a new path, even if it is, you have opened up a new vocation! Well! You are truly worthy of being my sworn one. The moment you appear, you will shake the world and make the gods cry."

"Am I so awesome?"

"Although your words are very baseless, it seems that as an ordinary person, you have achieved your goal. You have prevented any disaster before any tragedy occurs. You are indeed quite awesome."

Sylvia wandered to Fu'er and picked up the shining engraved mark in his hand.

"Although we are both people who accept miracles and guide miracles, your wishes for your birth are different from any of them. They are longing for protection, salvation, and fighting, but you are longing to be able to achieve something without giving anything. The ending of sacrifice is really a wish that fits the concept of [wish].”

Looking at the words engraved in her hand, Sylvia couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft, [Sage]? It really complies with your prayers."

Throwing the engraved mark back to Ful, Sylvia stretched and asked.

"Fu'er, your wish hasn't changed, right?"

"of course!"

Fuer raised his head and showed a confident smile that he had never seen before.

"Since we are using distortion to fight distortion, then there is nothing wrong with me using the non-daily to pursue the everyday. So my wish will not change."

"I will continue to be your pledger and pursue an ordinary life."

[It would be better if I could bring you back to the real world...]

I'll keep the rest of the sentence in my heart for now.

Although the other party still hid many secrets, it was she who saved herself in despair.

He will never forget this.

"Really, then, welcome home~"

"Ah."

"By the way! What's for dinner? I want to eat barbecue!"

"Okay, it's okay to order takeout occasionally."

"And a big watermelon!"

"Okay, okay——"

"I've finished the ice cream in the refrigerator too! Remember to buy some more!"

"Hey! In just a few days, you've already finished all the ice cream in the refrigerator! And! You ghost, why don't you turn on the air conditioner if you're not afraid of the heat!"

Everything returns to normal.

Except for Ful's wallet, everyone has a bright future.

Congrats, congratulations.