I, the miracle doctor, pay money

When Shi Jian sat at the dining table without looking sideways, he concentrated on eating, with only the food in front of him in his eyes and heart, not only his feelings, but also Mr. Major General who was also eating deliciously over there.

The robotic arm is indeed the highest-tech AI-controlled robotic arm in the entire empire, and the accuracy and accuracy of feeding are not bad at all.Shi Jian sneaked a few glances, and felt that the machine was even better than himself. Thinking about it this way, he felt that what he did just now was quite redundant. He should let Naville rest and eat by himself!

Neville, who was obviously comfortable and fed like a fairy over there, didn't seem very happy. He tasted a few mouthfuls under the service of the mechanical arm, and then suddenly said that he had regained consciousness, and called Shi Jian to let him go and get rid of it. Treatment equipment.

Oshua said that this method does not know whether it will work, let alone whether it will have any special side effects.It's just that someone had used it before, so I told them about it. Shi Jian analyzed it from a theoretical point of view and felt it was feasible, so he treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

In this case, no matter how uncomfortable he was mentally, Shi Jian would never make fun of Neville.Hastily put down the food in his hand, Da Da ran over to help the other party solve the problem of the instrument.

After taking off the equipment, Navier should need to recover for a few minutes before returning to normal levels, but this time he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Seeing him not moving, Shi Jian became a little anxious: Why didn't he move?Is it numb?Lost consciousness?

With an anxious expression on his face, he stretched out his hand to help Neville's arm do stretching exercises, and he still kept nagging: "Do you feel it? Is it numb or something? Is it a side effect? ​​What if?" If it becomes serious, I’m really sorry for you.” In the end, I was even frightened by my own imagination, a little wronged and very impatient.

"..." Naville was a little frightened by his emotions. He wanted to tease him, but he could only withdraw his thoughts and vaguely tried to fool him: "Well...it's okay."

He wouldn't say that it was because he didn't want to be fed by the robotic arm, so he didn't really wait until he fully regained consciousness before calling the other party, but chose to call when he felt that he was beginning to recover, so it took a while to recover after the instrument was removed.

It's just a normal process, and it's all due to his little thought.

He felt that it was almost done, and quickly stretched his limbs autonomously, showing his range of motion to everyone who had written their worries on their faces.

Shi Jian was a little bit in disbelief, so he gently raised his arm and watched him swing several full circles before he was convinced that Neville was fine, and finally laughed.

"It's fine. But don't use this method tomorrow."

"Are you worried?" Neville's heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah, you see that there is an inexplicable sudden problem today, which has never happened before. Could it be because of too many treatments, just like taking too much medicine, which will have the opposite effect? ​​Should we suspend How many days?" Shi Jian had lingering fears.

"..." Feeling as if he had lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, the major general was rarely held back, and it took him a long time to say: "No, no problem."

"Huh?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Shi Jian thought he had acquiesced in his decision, but he didn't expect the other party to speak again suddenly, which made him have to raise his head from the process of enjoying the food to be distracted.

"There is no need to pause, I can assure you that there is no problem." Navier glanced at him, immediately lowered his head and started eating by himself.

"But..." Shi Jian wanted to say something else.

"No, but, let's eat." Neville interrupted him coldly and emotionally.

Sullen, Shi Jian picked up the tableware again, and suddenly heard a sentence from the mouth of the person sitting upright on the opposite side, so fast that he almost missed it: "It tastes good, we can go buy together in the future."

Shi Jian almost couldn't swallow the water in his mouth, choked and coughed for a while, and managed to stabilize himself with the help of the other party: "Major General, please don't make trouble for me, I need to hide the fact that you are sick." Be very careful, if you go to the morning market with me, can we still have a good meal?"

Naville seemed to be very puzzled and tilted his head: "Why can't I have a good meal when I go to the morning market?"

"I can't be surrounded by your fans? Then I'm squeezed out of the visible range around you, and still eat? Which restaurant has a big table that can accommodate thousands of people?"

Naville imagined the scene, and immediately changed his mind: "Let's eat at home, I'll come..." His words stopped for some reason, "You come and learn."

"..." Shi Jian, who thought he would be lucky enough to have the meal cooked by Mr. Major General himself, immediately spat in his heart, what a big pig's trotter.

"And about my illness, there is no need to hide it for too long."

"?" Shi Jian's eyes widened, feeling that there might be something wrong with his ears.

"Regardless of whether I have recovered to a normal level or not by then, you can prove your ability, and you don't have to worry about helping me hide it."

"???" Shi Jian felt confused.

He was still waiting for Neville's further explanation, but the other party reached out to pat him on the shoulder and was about to leave.

"Eh? Don't go!" Shi Jian held him back, "When will it be, when will it be, and what ability will you prove?"

"When graduating from the third year of the highest academy, the therapist qualification certificate will be issued according to the practice. Although I haven't stayed in the school all the time, I still know this."

It turned out to be this matter... Shi Jian let go of the hand that was holding him, and without looking at him, he just stared at the other's wrist, where the lights were flickering, as if following the beating of the heart.

But what a coincidence, when I met Bohr and talked about this matter today, Navier also chose the same topic. You must know that Navier has never been in charge of an active atmosphere on weekdays.

Could it be... Shi Jian thought of a possibility, turned around and pointed at Navier with an incredulous expression on his face.

Did this guy hit the monitor on him?

"What are you thinking?" Naville said, "It's the data analysis of AI. Today you entered the door in a daze five times, and your dazed eyes drifted unconsciously towards my soldier certificate more than a dozen times, and according to the surveillance video of the morning market , you met your... classmate? And it shouldn't be very pleasant. I heard that you always beat him with theoretical grades, and he often beats you with practical grades."

"To sum up, the only thing that can make you so distracted is the qualification of a therapist."

"It's not the body monitor you think."

Shi Jian, who had his thoughts pierced through, didn't feel terrible, but just raised the corners of his lips involuntarily.