All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

The destination of the spaceship was a healing hospital on the front line of the First War Zone. Although no one on the spaceship was dressed as if they were going to the battlefield, they were indeed heading to a place filled with smoke and flames of war.

Lin Ruan had originally thought that the guides' attire would be out of place in the tense atmosphere of a war zone. However, when the spaceship came to a steady stop, they were greeted by a tranquil and peaceful garden. Lin Ruan was stunned for a moment, then quickly adjusted the buttons on his shirt.

It's not out of restraint, but to show respect for the painstaking efforts of creating this paradise behind the battlefield.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the group walked along the gravel path and finally arrived at the healing center. The healing center was constructed of logs and had a modest height of only three stories. Upon entering, the first thing that caught their eye was a circular hall, with the various treatment rooms arranged around this center.

Each of the Federation's healing centers is meticulously decorated to create a warm and comfortable atmosphere. Floors are covered in soft, pastel-colored carpets, and soft lounge chairs and facing sofas are placed throughout. The walls are highly soundproofed, ensuring a tranquil and peaceful environment.

In this warm atmosphere, the guides, with their gentle nature, seemed to instantly bring the Sentinels, whose spirits and bodies were scarred after returning from the battlefield, away from the harsh reality, offering them solace like a spring breeze. This place seemed like a safe haven, allowing weary souls to rest and heal for a moment.

Lin Ruan stood in front of the multi-layered laminated glass window outside the house, looking at the treatment room.

The treatment room was softly lit, its cables tangled with medical equipment. Tightly strapped to the single bed was a sentry. He seemed quiet, perhaps even too quiet. His eyes were open, blank and silent, staring at the ceiling. His hands were folded over his shoulders, bound tightly from head to toe by thick restraints.

Lin Ruan heard the teacher say in class that this was a necessary measure out of fear that the sentinel with a mental breakdown would hurt himself.

The guide inside calmly washed his hands at the sink, folded his sleeves, and found a chair beside the bed. The optical computer on the guide's wrist lit up, popping up several virtual screens, connecting to the sentry's vital signs.

She looked at the various physical data for a while, stretched out her right hand, and firmly pressed the sentry's eyebrows to cover his empty and lifeless eyes.

As if sensing something, the tied-up sentry began to struggle desperately. The guide sitting beside the bed remained as calm as ever, with her eyes closed and her face peaceful. No matter how the person on the bed struggled, the hand she was holding down the sentry's eyebrows remained steady, unmoved.

Lin Ruan knew very well that the guide had already sent his spiritual body into the sentinel's mental image and started to carry out the treatment.

As expected, as time passed, the guide's face gradually turned pale, and his forehead was soaked with sweat. At this moment, the sentry finally stopped struggling, his eyes closed, and his breathing became slow, as if he was sleeping.

Only then did the guide breathe a sigh of relief and remove her hand from the sentry's forehead. Then, she glanced at the sentry's vital signs displayed on the computer screen. Once she confirmed that all indicators were stable, she finally had time to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Then, she involuntarily glanced out the window, only to be met with a pair of calm eyes.

She frowned almost instinctively - because those eyes were definitely not the characteristics of a normal guide.

A qualified guide must possess qualities such as gentleness, consideration, and compassion. They must delve into the spiritual world of the Sentinels, confronting their chaotic mental landscape and striving to calm their restlessness and anxiety. At the same time, they must do their utmost to repair their traumatized spirits, using their own abundant emotions to alleviate the Sentinels' pain and awaken their humanity, long buried beneath the bloody nightmare of incessant fighting.

However, as the guide gazed into those eyes, she felt a strange feeling in her heart - both she and the sentry lying on the bed seemed to be no different from the other furnishings in the room.

The owner of those eyes should not be a guide, she should be a sentinel, she should go to the battlefield.

Lin Ruan had no idea what the guide was thinking when she accidentally made eye contact with him. After the treatment process was over, she turned around and left without hesitation.

"I seem to have suddenly fallen in love with the profession of guide." Lin Ruan whispered softly to the system in his mind.

"Ah?" The system didn't know where Lin Ruan came up with this insight.

Based on the system's understanding of Lin Ruan, the scene that just happened wasn't enough to move her heart. After all, even it itself didn't feel anything after watching it, and Lin Ruan's heart was even harder and crueler than its own.

"How should I put it..." Lin Ruan couldn't help but burst out laughing, but she forced herself to control it, narrowing her eyes and twirling her fingers vigorously. However, this didn't seem enough to vent her inner excitement. So, she put her hand to her mouth and bit her middle finger hard with her teeth, as if only this could slightly suppress the indescribable excitement in her heart.

"I just think it's unbelievable that I can invade other people's mental images and manipulate their pain and peace at will, while he can only be tied to the hospital bed and unable to resist. Tsk tsk..."

The system remained silent.

"But I still want to go to the battlefield. I haven't seen any interstellar battles yet." Instead of controlling the sentinels, it's better to fight with your own hands and feel the joy of watching other lives slip away at your fingertips.

"Xiao Shiqi, can the healing spirit body differentiate three times?" Lin Ruan asked.

The system replied: "Low-level spirits cannot undergo three-stage differentiation, and high-level spirits cannot be detected."

Lin Ruan asked: "Unable to detect? Why?"

The system said: "Because the lifespan of guides with advanced healing spiritual bodies is short, it is impossible to determine whether they can undergo three differentiations."

It said that the final destination of these guides was that their mental bodies collapsed in the process of healing the Sentinels again and again.

When the guide from the treatment room came out, he saw Lin Ruan, who was expressionless and silent.

She had just been wondering if she was too exhausted from the treatment and had hallucinations.

But you are not mistaken, it is this guide who doesn't look like a guide.

She took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile: "Hello, I am Su Han, the director of the First War Zone Healing Hospital. Are you also the guide for this group?"

Lin Ruan nodded and said, "Hello, Dean Su. My name is Lin Ruan, and I'm a third-year student at the Third Guidance Academy on the Capital Star."

Su Han said to Lin Ruan, "Welcome to the First War Zone. Your classmates should have been taken there by other guides for a tour. As for you, please come with me to familiarize yourself with the environment here first."

Su Han was very concerned about Lin Ruan, and it wasn't her fault for worrying too much, but rather that senior guides were exceptionally empathetic. As the head of this healing center, she was truly concerned about such an unusual guide.

Lin Ruan followed Su Han, her mind preoccupied with other matters. The system had told her that if too many Guides were sacrificed on the battlefield, a new batch of Guides could be sent in without assigning Sentinels. The problem was that the strength of the Humans and Zerg had reached a balance, making this impossible. How could she possibly go to the front lines without assigning Sentinels?

How about letting the system control a Zerg uprising?

At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded. "There are wounded people being brought in. You go for a walk first, I'll go take a look." Su Han hurried away. Lin Ruan looked at her back, thought for a moment, and then followed.