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"Doctor, it's great that you've adapted to your work so quickly. You must have compiled all these operator files yourself, right? It seems that what happened in Chernobog made you realize the importance of each operator. I'm so happy that the Doctor is finally back."

Amiya clutched the documents tightly, tears welling in her eyes. This naive child had ultimately managed to interpret Lin Lu's ideas in a positive light.

Most importantly, she saw that her information was the first page on this thick stack of documents. What does that mean? It means that she is the person the doctor values ​​most!

Who is a good assistant to a PhD student?

Who is the doctor's most trusted good boy?

Hmph~ Who is it? Who is it?

It's me, Amiya!

So she was very happy, and her long rabbit ears swayed and bounced.

...If Amiya knew that Lin Lu rejected her because her black stockings had a denim count of over 300, she might turn into a demon on the spot.

“As the company’s leadership, we are familiar with the menstrual cycles of every female employee… I mean, their birthdays! This is very important, as it relates to team harmony and mutual development. I propose that we hold a birthday party every month as a team-building day for Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, and prepare a gift for each birthday celebrant.”

Lin Lu skillfully suggested organizing events that allowed him to coast along, since such unscrupulous companies wouldn't do that anyway—

"Great idea, Doctor!"

Amiya's eyes lit up as she took Lin Lu's hand in hers.

Let's do it this way!

"what?"

Amiya grabbed Lin Lu's hand, dragged him to the desk, and pressed him into a chair.

"Doctor, considering that you've forgotten your past life experiences, I'll do my best to assist you in completing your work. Let's start with the daily tasks. Since you're interested in operators, let's begin with human resource management—after all, all the work will be handed over to you from now on—Dr. Kal'tsit taught me how to use these office resources, and I'll teach you step by step."

"Did you just mutter something really scary...?"

"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it~ Hehe."

Amiya instinctively sat on Lin Lu's lap, shrank her shoulders, and snuggled into his arms, finding the most suitable and comfortable position.

Amiya?!

Lin Lu was startled; this level of intimacy was clearly too inappropriate.

"Doctor, don't get distracted! I'm about to teach you something, and I'll only do it once, so listen carefully!"

Amiya was completely unaware of Lin Lu's unease. Her attention was entirely focused on teaching him how to work, and she instinctively and habitually sat down, her movements natural and fluid.

When she was just a little kid, she would sit on the professor's lap like this, holding up a book, and have him explain the stories behind the illustrations.

A peerless warrior of the Yan Kingdom.

The desolate gray riders of Ursus.

Victorian steam armor.

Casimir's Silver Spear and Pegasus.

Lateran's chariots.

The Doctor could always vividly describe the patterns depicted in his paintings, as if he had personally fought against elites from various countries. Each story was captivating, and he could even pinpoint the weaknesses of his opponents with remarkable accuracy. When Amiya asked whether the Doctor was more powerful than them, the Doctor would simply pat her head and sigh thoughtfully.

"I was the one who came back alive in the end."

……

"Doctor, watch out, or I'll get angry."

Amiya tilted her head back and nudged Lin Lu's chin, trying to get him to focus.

Because her hands couldn't reach the desk, Amiya involuntarily twisted her body, her small fluffy tail pressing against Lin Lu's abdomen, the furry touch making him feel itchy.

"Basically, we'll give each operator a handheld portable PRTS communicator... or as you're used to, Doctor, let's call it a cell phone. In Rhodes Island, we have our own mobile city-level communication base stations, which can guarantee the daily communication needs of each operator and also allow them to access information from various places online. The most important thing is the PRTS system, and the scope of authorization varies depending on the level of permission."

Amiya pointed to the PRTS self-service system on the electronic screen and looked at the camera on the screen, then clicked to confirm login and verify her identity.

"Pupil recognition, physiological feature key verification, identity verification, access level: 7. Welcome, CEO Amiya. Please select the service you wish to use."

A cool, robotic voice came from the speakers, and a minimalist UI design appeared on the electronic screen, allowing users to easily find the services they needed to query.

Amiya clicked "confirm" in the personnel file viewing section. Hundreds of documents were arranged in an orderly fashion, categorized like a spider web, representing interpersonal relationships with data. These were genuine files that only Rhodes Island operators with a clearance level of six or higher could access; operators with clearance levels below six could only view disguised information.

Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals not only has its own direct operators, but also has operator contracts with well-known companies and even city-state leaders in various regions. As an organization that includes infected members and possesses a complete and independent armed force as well as mineral infection research and quarantine methods, the importance of its operators is naturally paramount.

Professionals from Penguin Logistics, Black Steel International, Raytheon Industries, and the prominent Columbia Technologies Group—Rhine Life Sciences.

These contracts have become an undeniable force for Rhodes Island, especially the operators who were formerly affiliated with Rhine Lab. Their expertise in biomedicine, pharmacology, and psychology has allowed Rhodes Island to make new progress in its long-stalled research into a cure for Oripathy. While it cannot completely cure Oripathy, it has made Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals a professional expert in dealing with infected individuals.

"Doctor, your first task today is to memorize the file information of each frontline operator. After you have memorized the information, I will assist you with what to do next."

Amiya sat on Lin Lu's lap, turned slightly to the side, and revealed a childlike, innocent smile.

"Then, let's get to work, Doctor."

"……it is good."

Lin Lu suddenly understood why his liver was hurting.

Chapter Seventy Erotic Incident

“Ah, Amiya…”

"What's wrong, Doctor?"

"I can't take it anymore... Let me rest for a bit."

Lin Lu spoke with unprecedented exhaustion, as if he had been completely drained, his voice hoarse as he murmured.

"I really... have... not a single drop left..."

"Doctor, you still have many things to take care of, you can't rest now."

"No!!"

Lin Lu lay on his back, slowly exhaling white soul; he had lost all reason.

Five hours, five hours! For a full five hours, he didn't stop, he worked non-stop.

Although he remembered his knowledge and abilities, and could quickly complete each of Amiya's requirements and understand the work he was responsible for in a short time, he didn't expect that the work would never be finished, that it would never end. Whenever he was relieved that he had finally finished and could rest, Amiya would always quickly inform him that the next task was ready.

Coupled with the hellish working environment, Amiya refused to get off Lin Lu's lap no matter what, and she even twisted her body angrily when told to.

It was clear that this thin, form-fitting hospital gown offered absolutely no protection. Lin Lu could intimately sense the unique charm of a girl in her adolescence, a distinctive aura that only girls her age could exude. It was as if he could grasp her incredibly bouncy, perky buttocks in one hand, and the fluffy tail that repeatedly made Lin Lu almost lose control, making him irresistibly want to hold it with both hands…

Yes, ever since Lin Lu woke up, he has inexplicably developed a fondness for fluffy animal-eared girls.

He wanted to rub Dobermann's head, stroke Nearl's ears, and bury his head in the Kingslayer's tail.

Perhaps it was because I slept in the stone coffin for too long that everything seemed so beautiful and clear to me after I woke up.

During those five hours at the office, what drained Lin Lu's rationality the most wasn't the relentless work, but rather controlling his Optimus Prime-like self. Optimus Prime, oh Optimus Prime, if he stood up to Amiya, would he still be human? Amiya was only 14 years old! 14 years old! How could he, the dignified Lin Lu, possibly bring himself to do it?!

—If Kal'tsit had been sitting on his lap and wriggling around, maybe she could have given Amiya a younger brother or sister next year.

"Dong dong."

A knocking sounded abruptly at the door.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in Lin Lu's empty eyes.

It was as if he had heard the most wonderful gospel in the world, and his life finally had hope.

Amiya's expression instantly turned displeased. She was about to wear down the Doctor's patience when a third... well, if we include the sleeping Kal'tsit, this should be the fourth.

"Please come in."

Amiya reluctantly jumped off Lin Lu's lap; she still needed to maintain the dignity of being the highest leader of Rhodes Island.

Compared to the girl's bouncy steps, Lin Lu's legs were numb and he couldn't stand up, but at least his tense muscles were able to relax a lot.

Amiya glanced at Lin Lu, who was completely relaxed, out of the corner of her eye, and secretly cheered herself up. She still had a chance!

Come on, Amiya! Don't be discouraged!

"Good afternoon, Ms. Amiya, Dr. Kal'tsit, regarding..."

The white-haired, golden-eyed Liberi girl pushed open the door with a little force after receiving permission, and greeted the girl in an incredibly clear yet mechanical voice.

"..."

When the girl, clutching a thick notebook, saw Kal'tsit on the sofa, draped in a worn-out coat and sleeping adorably, then turned her gaze to Amiya, who was smiling and greeting her, her eyes finally fell on the mysterious, shoulder-length white-haired man she had never met before, slumped in an office chair.

The mysterious man seemed completely drained, and the white-faced owl's gaze swept over Amiya's slightly disheveled and curled-up skirt.

"An error has occurred."

The white-faced owl tilted its head, took a few steps back, and closed the door again.

"Dong dong."

The knocking sounded again, this time a little heavier than before.

Startled by the noise, Kal'tsit frowned in annoyance, curled up, and rubbed against the coat covering her, as languidly as a cat.

Having not slept a full four hours like she had in a long time, her mind was foggy and confused, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She wanted to continue resting, but waves of invisible panic crept up her spine and into her brain, and more and more worries settled in her heart, making her mouth dry and her throat burning.

"Um……"

Kal'tsit slowly opened her tightly closed eyelids, even though her body was protesting in the most brutal way with pain, reminding her that she needed to rest more. But her years of habit and the nightmare she could never escape still gripped her mind, forcing her to open her eyes and look ahead, even with a splitting headache, to confirm whether she was still alive.

She should have died on that day three years ago.

The hazy scenery gradually became clearer, and she could easily recognize the ceiling of her office-cum-bedroom, where she had basically been resting for the past three years.

"What am I doing..."

Kal'tsit clutched her head, struggling to sit up. The pain, as if needles were piercing her brain, made her vision go black, and she almost fainted again.

This excruciating pain, almost to the point of incapacitating her, is a side effect of over-reliance on psychotropic drugs. She only needs one more injection to immediately relieve the pain, but once the drug's effects wear off, she experiences an even more intense stinging sensation and craving. It's like a devil's gift—she knows it will bring calamity, yet she can't resist it.

This level of pain is impossible to get used to, but Kal'tsit has better ways to distract herself from the pain.

She silently recited four words in her heart; they were the names of someone important to her whom she would never see again.

Whenever she thinks of her, Kal'tsit feels an unbearable pain, and even the strange voices echoing in her mind will obediently shut up.

“特蕾……”