Tomorrow's Ark, the Battle of the Sick

Different from the neat and solemn office, Chen's room is a bit messy, with cute pillows and clothes scattered on the floor. It is obvious that her private character is relatively lazy and casual, and the most eye-catching places are the walls of the room and the bedside table. It is almost covered with photos of Dr. and Shi Huaiya.

When facing the doctor just now, Chen was so nervous that she couldn't speak coherently. Fortunately, her usual indifference covered up her panic.

The relationship between Chen and the doctor is very delicate. The main reason is that Chen's not frank character makes him unique in Rhodes Island. In the eyes of other operators, Chen and the doctor have always been at odds.

And when the struggle of longing to get along with the doctor, and some feelings that are getting deeper and deeper in his mind gradually fermented, Chen learned of the existence of the photo studio through Shi Huaiya.

I also spoke to Dr.

Although there were some thrills in the process, Chen was already satisfied.

Chen took out the envelope from his pocket, opened it carefully, and took out a few photos from it.

Then she lay on the bed, drew the curtains, and began to savor.

"PhD..."

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Chapter 11 Miss Rich

"Doctor, a little bit deeper~"

"is this OK?"

"It's not enough, try a little harder, and I can feel it..."

"I, I will try my best."

After tossing about in bed for a long time, the doctor and Amiya finally finished.

After resting, Amiya, who was lying on the bed, looked at the doctor with a little apology.

"Sorry, doctor, I asked you to give me an arm massage..."

After the operation was successful, in order to gradually eliminate the impact of ore disease, Kelsey still did not let Amiya participate in the work after the operation was completed, so he could only continue to lie on the bed.

After lying on the bed for a long time, the muscles of the patient's body will gradually become stiff. At this time, regular massage is required.

Just when the doctor came to visit Amiya, Dr. Kelsey was away, so he took the initiative to massage the arm muscles for Amiya.

"It's okay, although I can only help you press down the arm, and the rest will be discussed when Dr. Kelsey comes." The doctor put his hand on Amiya's hand, "Leave Rhodes Island to me and Kelsey first, you Rest in peace."

"PhD..."

"what happened?"

"Am I dreaming now?"

The doctor felt Amiya's hand gently holding her hand, and there was an unreal color in his eyes.

"I should have died, and I have been prepared since the time I woke up the doctor." Amiya lowered her head, "With the self-blame of taking advantage of the doctor, and suppressing our fear of death, we went all the way OK, but I never dreamed that I would get to where I am now.”

The doctor shook his head slightly.

"This sentence is not like you. You have been telling me not to give up. Isn't it you who urged me to work?"

Amiya is not a pure Cartesian, nor a pure ore patient. The doctor realized this fact later than others, and only then did he understand the reason why Amiya has been urging him.

Amiya is dying.

Perhaps Amiya is the person in Rhodes Island who most longs for the doctor to be independent as soon as possible, just like a mother who is looking forward to her child growing up, hoping that he can take care of herself when she is unable to take care of him.

When the doctor realized this, Rhodes Island was turning the situation around. However, in order to race against time, adhering to his steadfast will and vigorous means, Rhodes Island's scientific research progress, ancient technology excavation, and even joint Rhine Life Laboratory The speed at which antidote development proceeds has been accelerated.

As an operator, Amiya is not outstanding in Rhodes Island, but for the doctor, Amiya's gentle voice, holding his hand when he wakes up, is the only link between him and this world.

As more and more operators joined Rhodes Island, Amiya stood outside the crowd more often, watching tenderly the doctor who was protected by the operators, and the distance between the two became farther and farther away. But their bond never changed.

"Because I didn't expect that the antidote would be successfully developed, before I died..." Amiya's voice gradually lowered, and she quietly took the doctor's hand. "According to the plan, after I die, Dr. Kelsey will assist the doctor to continue to find a way out. There are many infected people in Rhode Island. At least we can't lose hope."

"Amiya is too cunning." The doctor said helplessly, "You obviously woke me up, but you plan to just leave me like this?"

"Doctor, I'm sorry..."

"If you apologize, there will be many opportunities in the future. Now take a good rest."

"Um..."

Then silence enveloped the ward, and after a while, the doctor looked at Amiya's face and found that she had fallen asleep.

Wrapping Amiya's hands in the quilt, the doctor stood up carefully and left the ward.

Now everything in Rhodes Island is running in an orderly manner, so much so that after being busy with foreign affairs, the doctor who returned to Rhodes Island is even a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

After a while, I had to go out again, and the Longmen stop was not only to visit the rulers of Longmen, but maybe even Chen’s family. The doctor began to consider whether to tell Chen about this trip and let her go together.

The doctor was resting on the bench under the street lamp, staring at the prosperous city scenery in the distance, dazed.

"Ow~!"

A pair of soft little hands suddenly pressed the doctor's shoulders, and a lovely 'tiger's roar' sounded beside his ears.

The doctor was not frightened, turned his head and saw a pair of slender and plump black silk thighs. She was wearing the uniform of the Longmen Guards Bureau, her wavy blond hair was loosely draped behind her, and she wore a beret on her head. The cute canine teeth on the face are particularly eye-catching.