Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

Marshal Qin froze with a "crash".

[Promise him, my lord,] Bai Ze yawned, [Your current physical condition needs to be recuperated, and it is useless to sleep without a bed. 】【Yes, yes,】 Phoenix poked his head out from his collar, 【Do you still want to recover your strength sooner. ] Ian looked at the little yellow chicken shaking his head on the neckline, and swallowed nervously.

"What are you...your deed beast...I mean..."

Qin Jue stretched out a finger to push Phoenix back, and explained: "We both don't have dark energy now, and we can't contact Qi Beast Dimension, so we didn't take her back."

"Her?" Ian smiled, "I didn't expect Xiao Huang to be a girl, so the name is..." He paused, "Well...it's actually not bad."

Qin Jue lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

Ian hospitablely stepped forward to take over the large quilt he was struggling to hold, and put it back on the bed clumsily: "Look, this bed is so big, it's enough for the two of us to sleep... Don't worry, I sleep well of."

I don't know why, the boy and his two pets obviously look very soft and cute, but as long as I meet his clear eyes, Ian always has the urge to stand at attention and salute.

"Ian? Ian! Let's come in!" Ian was still trying to spread the quilt with his ass pouted, when he heard Andre's loud voice blasting at the door, and then he slammed the door open without waiting for him to stop him came in.

Andre rushed to the bed in a hurry, dragging a middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined in his hand: "This is the therapist of the hotel, come here," he pulled Qin Jue over with the other hand, " Hurry up and ask him to show you, you look like you are going to faint at any moment."

Qin Jue was staggered by him, and quickly reached out to help him so that he didn't fall directly into his arms.

Andre curled his lips, and stood aside, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

Ian, who straightened up a long time ago, glared at him, and shook hands with the therapist: "Please, my friend is weak, and he was plotted against not long ago. How can you recuperate?"

Qin Jue also smiled obediently, a small whirlpool appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The therapist had worked at their hotel for decades and was used to guests coming to them with all sorts of injuries.After all, the level of the hotel is quite high, and the therapists it provides are better than what can be found outside.

His deed was a docile-looking goat. After the fusion, the healer looked limp, and his brown hair turned into curly white.

A soft halo was released, covering Qin Jue's whole body.It felt like soaking in a hot spring, it was warm and comfortable, and his whole body was numb. The Marshal used a lot of willpower to fall to the ground without embarrassment.

After a while, the therapist withdrew the release ability, his face was neither red nor out of breath, obviously it didn't take much effort: "This gentleman has no trauma, but the dark energy reserves are too low, and the blood is too weak. I will give you a few Peiyuan Pills, and you can take them with your practice every day."

As he spoke, he released the fusion state, and flicked the ten fingers of both hands, and several small, clean and white pills were fused together in his hands.

——This is the reason why it is best for the tactical team to have a healer. Although primary pills such as Peiyuan Pill are easy to make, each person's physique is different, and the situation of being injured is also different. For the greatest effect, the therapist needs to carefully observe the patient's body first, and then refine it on the spot according to the situation.

It's just that ordinary people don't have such treatment. Although there are relatively more low-level healers, they are much smaller than fighters, let alone high-level healers.Most people can only reserve enough emergency pills suitable for their own physique before taking an adventure to deal with emergencies during the journey.

Moreover, low-level healers can only play a limited role—their detection of the wounded’s condition is not as accurate as that of high-level counterparts, and the level of making pills is not high. High-level pill warehouse.

Even so, having a healer for one's team is what many adventurers desire. Sometimes an extra elixir may save a comrade's life.

The healer in the hotel has the ability to turn six, which is already a very high level among healers, and he can get very generous treatment in any big mercenary group.If it weren't for his inherent aversion to adventure, and his major in daily conditioning rather than battlefield first aid, he wouldn't just work as a public therapist in a hotel.

Moreover, the higher the level the therapist is, the more precious and difficult it is to cultivate. As long as his level can reach level seven, it is not surprising that he is honored as the guest of honor by prominent nobles and wealthy businessmen.

In any case, the current Qin Jue is actually weak after injury, and laboring such a precious person is definitely considered overqualified.

Of course, if it was Marshal's original identity, even if it was a headache, it would not be a trivial matter that a mere sixth-level therapist could easily diagnose.

Qin Jue quickly thanked him, and took the elixir respectfully.

——God knows how suffocated he is every time he sees those top therapists who are afraid of blowing the marshal away with a big breath. Logically speaking, those are his elders. They were all very guilty, and wanted to jump off the chair twice to show that they were really healthy.

It's just that these ideas were brutally suppressed by the conscientious Rand, so the marshal could only continue to sit upright with a cold face like a harsh and critical landlord old fortune, enduring the torment of conscience.

Really, what's the point of people working so hard to see a doctor for you...

But later Qin Jue was surprised to find that the senior therapists at the National Hospital didn't seem to have any resentment or dissatisfaction with him because of this. What a bunch of weird doctors.

Aha, in the future, if you practice the second direction well, you will be able to see a doctor by yourself, and you won’t even need to carry a military doctor with you when you go to the battlefield~

The marshal felt very comfortable thinking about it, and his smile was very pleasing.

Ian couldn't help but patted his head, and smiled at the therapist: "My friend's genetic level is average, but his talent is good, and the original training route is also a therapist."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man followed his words, "Then I have nothing to do recently. If you have any questions about cultivation, you might as well come and discuss with me."

Qin Jue knew in his heart that he was making a favor, after all, he was a guest who lived in three top-floor rooms at once, so there is no harm in maintaining some friendship.But Marshal Qin didn't care why people helped him. Anyway, he happened to be not very familiar with the basic training of therapists, so he might as well ask with the cheek during the few days he lived here.

—At least try to reach the level that can pass the entrance examination.

He nodded quickly and his eyes, which appeared bigger after shrinking, narrowed into a pair of crescent moons.

[Actually,] Fenghuang rolled in his arms, remembering to show his presence all the time, 【Don't show your flamboyant acting skills to embarrass yourself, your true colors are pretty good, they will like it】【Yes Oh my lord, Colonel Rand's script skills are much better than yours. If you want to directly create a personality like him, I'm afraid it will look a bit like schizophrenia. 】【It's not... Don't worry, you can behave as you want in the future, and no one will see through your identity! 】Qin Jue: 【...】Okay, why do you have a subtle feeling of being ridiculed? Are you used to being bullied by Qi beasts and mechs?

Marshal, who was anxious about his emotional intelligence, said that this was beyond his comprehension, so he simply didn't go into it further.

Well, anyway, what the two of them said seems to make sense, so why not just do what they said.

Because the therapist said that Qin Jue needed to rest now, Andre and Lin Huan didn't stay any longer, and quickly returned to their room after saying a few words to Ian.

They have been exhausted recently—no matter how talented they are, they are still a group of young people who have not even entered the academy. They have joined the regular army of the Federation and wiped out their families all the way. so easy.

Now that everything is over for a while, it's time for a good night's sleep.

Qin Jue wasn't too sleepy, he didn't sleep much, and rather than wasting time on sleep, he would rather sit down and practice, and raise his level earlier.

Anyway, practice can also play a role in relaxing the body, even if the mind is a little tired, it will pass after a little patience.

【…】Bai Ze flicked the marshal's face with his long tail in displeasure, 【My lord, let me remind you, you are not a ninth-level and ninth-rank imperial god of war now, do you believe the golden retriever named Ian next to you? Can break you with just two fingers? ] Qin Jue: [...] I'm sure, this time it must be a mockery.

"Take your medicine and take a good rest." Ian sternly brushed a handful of the boy's soft black hair, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Don't think that you did something on my mecha. It can be hidden from the past... Diligence is a good thing, but damage to the body is not worth the candle."

"You let me practice for a while to feel it, just for a while." Qin Jue blinked and jumped back quickly, "I finally felt the darkness in the air again... oops!"

The golden retriever named Ian grabbed the Marshal's back collar with two fingers, and threw him into a soft quilt without any explanation: "I said, sleep first."

He paused, and then put on a solemn look of "I really can't do anything about you", and added: "Go to sleep well, and I will accompany you to find that therapist when you wake up."

The marshal, who was coaxed like a brat, looked at Ian's real brat Pu Lan with a heavy heart, and suddenly felt a sense of the end of the hero.

The frustrated Marshal simply pulled the thick quilt over his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep without speaking.

Ian looked at the white ball on the bed contentedly, and lay down comfortably on the other side.