Ninth class citizen

Chapter 89: Hands off the shopkeeper
According to the information provided by the Campbell family, if you unfortunately encounter an ion storm, you must give up immediately and disconnect the mental connection.

Because if the action is a little slower, the ion storm may backflow through the conductor, causing varying degrees of damage to perception and mental power.

This injury is difficult to heal without specific treatment options.

There have been many excellent gene optimizers who suddenly encountered ion storms during the rise of their careers and eventually had to give up this profession.

Those who are even more unfortunate may become disabled for life and unable to take care of themselves.

Nan Rong was not unaware of this, but she was really reluctant to give up the gene stabilizer in her hand, which had already passed the first heavy ion shock and reached the second-order E-level.

Be it consumable materials or semi-finished potions, in her eyes they are all shiny Cowen coins. How can she give them up so easily?
In the blink of an eye, the violent ion storm followed the sensor and rushed straight into Nan Rong's spiritual sea.

And then, nothing happened.

As soon as those previously arrogant ion storms touched the light golden mist at the edge of the spiritual sea, they immediately retreated back on the spot like a pigeon with a burned tail.

The ion storm after returning was very different from before. It became extremely gentle, like a spring breeze.

Like the spring breeze, wherever it passes, the active molecules and refined molecules that were shaken dizzy are all coated with a layer of warm and bright new green.

Like the newly grown grass sprouts in the wild in early spring, they are hazy from a distance, lively and vivid, making people fall in love with them unconsciously at first sight.

Nan Rong keenly felt that these potions seemed to have undergone a change that originated from a deeper level, which was completely different from the so-called quality transition.

She moved her forehead away and pressed the "End Synthesis" button.

The detection lights on the synthesis table flashed in rotation, but after dozens of seconds, there was still no response.

Nan Rong waited for dozens of seconds and had already begun to guess the price and lifespan of the processing table. He was thinking about how much compensation the school would ask him for if this thing broke down.

Before she could come to a conclusion, a small, cold white injection with a glimmer of emerald green was held in front of Nan Rong.

It is labeled "Second-level D-grade gene repair agent".

Nan Rong finally put his heart at ease.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was able to pass the test on the processing table, which means that this potion does have the effect of a second-order D-level repair agent.

No matter what the process is, the result is always good, and 40 Cowens were obtained.

Nan Rong took out a light green medicine storage box, carefully put the injection in it, and then activated the automatic cleaning button.

The ion storm just now left her with lingering fears, so she decided to stop here.

She sent a message to Artkin, who was overjoyed and arranged to meet at Blue-haired Jimmy's bar to make a deal.

The transaction went very smoothly. The appearance of the medicines synthesized by different gene optimizers was not exactly the same, and even the same grade would have different effects. This was a consensus, so Atkin did not raise any objections because of the color of the medicine and transferred the money happily.

"Mr. Atkin." Nan Rong thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know any way to leave Xiluo Star?"

Ninth-class citizens are not eligible to leave their planet unless they are admitted to an off-planet university or join the military.

So what Nan Rong wanted to ask would naturally not be through the normal channels.

Atkin nodded. "I do know some 'friends' who are very knowledgeable in this area." "I can ask them for you, but this kind of thing involves risk, and the price will definitely not be too low."

"I know." Nan Rong was already mentally prepared for this: "This matter is not urgent, I just want to inquire in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

"I understand." Mr. Atkin showed a look of understanding: "Our profession seems to be very popular, but medicine is not omnipotent. You never know when you might offend someone."

Nan Rong was very satisfied with his automatic imagination.

"Who said it wasn't?" She cooperated and sighed with regret.

At this moment, Melissa sent a message asking her to return to school to see her immediately.

A row of six injections were placed on the table. Nan Rong looked at them in order and saw that they were five gene optimizers and one B-series genetic disease treatment agent, which were the ones that Melissa was supposed to be in charge of this week.

"I'm going to Lanshui Star for a few days." She lazily leaned on the soft sofa chair, her left arm resting on the armrest, her chin tilted: "The dry and cold air in Xiluo has made my hair lose its luster."

Lanshui is the only resort planet in the Larven Galaxy. It is said that about 90% of the planet is covered by sea water, the climate is pleasant, and the native species are quite friendly. It is only dozens of light years away from Shiloh, and a faster warp spacecraft can arrive in one day.

Nan Rong glanced at Melissa. Her long golden hair was shining brightly under the energy chandelier. There was no sign of dryness or dullness on her hair.

Melissa ignored her scrutiny and made arrangements on her own: "Take these and make arrangements with the Genetic Disease Hospital. By the way, I will leave you a hovercraft and four guards at your disposal. Any other questions?"

Melissa half-closed her lake-blue eyes and looked at Nan Rong. She didn't ask her about the progress of the potion synthesis. She didn't seem to worry at all whether she could get all the required potions within a week.

Nan Rong has gradually become accustomed to Melissa's hands-off personality.

"Teacher, when will you be back?"

"At least five days, at most a week." Melissa said as she stood up: "If there is anything that cannot be handled here, you can contact me at any time."

She ignored Nan Rong and walked out.
The captain of the guard and several other guards followed closely, each carrying two heavy suitcases.

"Assistant Nan." A young guard with a baby face came over, smiling: "My name is Ying Shi. If you have any questions during the days when you are away, you can come to me."

He sent his contact number to Nan Rong.

"Are you the leader of those four?"

"Not really. It's just because I'm a wood-type transcendent, and the three of them are warriors, so."

Nan Rong understood what he meant without him having to say more.

It is generally recognized that the status of a first-level extraordinary person is higher than that of a warrior, because it is difficult for the latter to defeat an extraordinary person without a mecha.

"Gather everyone." She watched the hovercraft that Melissa was riding take off into the air, then turned and said, "Let's set off now to the Genetic Disease Hospital."

Bosen held the small, greenish-white injection between two fingers, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Is it really a second-level D-grade gene repair agent?" he asked.

(End of this chapter)