After exhausting myself to death

In the interstellar age, humans rarely get sick, not to mention that the optical brain worn with them also has a health monitoring function, and the lesions are often dug out as soon as they are buried.

Shen Minghuan's illness was approaching violently, and he even said good night to Qin Ying energetically before leaving. Two hours later, Qin Ying just fell asleep and received a photo-brain bombardment from Xie Xu.

Shen Minghuan, the commanding officer at the border who made the Zerg tribe fearful, was still a minor.

Of course, when the optical brain detected something was wrong with his physical condition, he immediately contacted his guardian urgently.

Xie Xu almost woke up from his sleep.

The news about Shen Minghuan reminded Xie Xu that he had set the highest level, but Shen Minghuan had not contacted him for a long time, not to mention that it was already late at night. This unusualness itself revealed an uneasy atmosphere.

Xie Xu opened the optical brain in fear and found that the message was not sent by Shen Minghuan, but was automatically sent by the optical brain.

He breathed a sigh of relief...how strange!

You must know that this automatic sending can be turned off. Although Xie Xu was reluctant to admit it, he knew that as long as Shen Minghuan was still conscious, the message would not be sent.

Xie Xu woke up Qin Ying and Fan Ting immediately, and then paced anxiously in the room. If there was not a trace of reason left, he would have almost boarded the starship to go to the legion overnight.

In just a few minutes after Qin Ying got up and put on her clothes and walked to the door of Shen Minghuan's room, Xie Xu had already sent ten messages asking about the situation.

Qin Ying met Fan Ting at the door, who also ran in a hurry. The two of them had always set an example, but now they were disheveled, with messy hair and no shoes.

They looked at each other, and before they could exchange greetings, they knocked hard on the door, "Ming Huan! Shen Ming Huan!"

If Shen Minghuan's room was not arranged separately, there must have been people around to watch the fun.

But even with such a loud noise, it seemed that no one was living inside, and it was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

"Stop knocking, just pry the door open!"

Fan Ting pushed Qin Ying away. He was worried that the hot weapon would hurt Shen Minghuan, who was unaware of the situation behind the door, so he took out the lightsaber he carried in his combat uniform.

Fan Ting had already swung his long sword, and a weak but firm voice suddenly came from the room, "Wait a moment."

"Ming Huan? How are you?" Fan Ting threw away his sword and started knocking on the door again.

After a few seconds, the door opened with a "click", followed by a voice like a gossamer voice inside, "Please come in."

Shen Minghuan's voice always had a sense of stability. The young man was in his prime, and he dared to scold Fang Qiu and ask the sky, when had he ever looked so breathless?

Shen Minghuan was sitting up with difficulty when he saw them and gave a pale smile, "Why are you here? Is there an accident? Wait a moment, I'll be quick."

He thought the Zerg were attacking again.

Also, only at this time will they think of Shen Minghuan.

"Don't move!" Qin Ying shouted angrily. God knows how panicked he felt when he saw this man's shaky figure.

Shen Minghuan was startled. Perhaps because of his illness, his reaction was much slower, and he would fall down as soon as his hands and feet became weak.

Qin Ying's breathing was stagnant, and she felt her heart stopped for a moment.

Fortunately, Shen Minghuan staggered for a few seconds and luckily fell back - lying on the soft quilt.

Qin Ying and Fan Ting immediately stepped forward and stood beside the bed at a loss.

The two of them had controlled mechas and held firearms, and their hands had never trembled when facing countless Zerg species. But now, facing Shen Minghuan, who seemed to have no ability to resist, they were at a loss as to what to do.

Shen Minghuan closed his eyes, and his lips became paler.

Only then did Qin Ying notice that Shen Minghuan was still wearing a mask.

No matter how comfortable the mask material is, no one would wear it while sleeping. Thinking of the words "wait a minute" just now, Qin Ying felt a trace of doubt in his heart.

Is there any secret about Shen Minghuan's true appearance? Let him remember not to show anything in front of outsiders even if he is groggy due to illness.

There was the sound of wheels moving outside the door.

The reliable Commander Fan summoned the medical robot the moment he received the optical brain.

There are no hospitals on the border, but fortunately the medical robots here are military versions specially developed by the alliance, which are much more sophisticated than those on the market.

The robot's treatment level is high, but its intelligence is average. It followed the navigation and drove into the room. Its cold mechanical voice revealed a bit of silly anxiety for no reason: "Where is the patient? Where is the patient?"

Fortunately, it has professionalism. Before it could answer, its big, shining square eyes locked onto the thin boy lying on the quilt.

The robot "Gululu" stepped forward, lifted the person up and stuffed him into the quilt with rough and gentle movements, stretched out a mechanical arm, and began to scan and diagnose him.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

The feeling of being manipulated by others was a bit novel. Shen Minghuan closed his eyes and pretended to have fainted.

The robot's diagnosis results came out quickly, not to mention that Shen Minghuan didn't have any serious illness, it was just self-protection after the body reached its limit.

For a responsible person like Shen Minghuan, he only allowed himself to get seriously ill even after the war between the four major legions was over.

[Host, they are almost crying. ] The system turned around happily. Its host was held in the palm of the hand in other worlds. How could it have ever suffered such injustice?

As a host with a good system, Xiaojiu could tell at a glance that Shen Minghuan was acting.

Shen Minghuan once divided the army into thousands of directions, used his arms and fingers thousands of miles away, defeated the strong with the weak, and fought the most beautiful battle in the God's Domain to date.

Where are you now?

Shen Minghuan said meaningfully: [Xiaojiu, you know a lot. ]

At that time, the arrogant young monarch had not yet fallen from the clouds, nor had he signed a contract with the system unwillingly.

Logically speaking, they should have been strangers to each other at that time.

The system didn't realize the meaning behind the words, and was still spinning in circles happily.

After the "rejuvenation" of the medical robot, Shen Minghuan slowly woke up.

The robot doesn't know sinners and heroes. Everyone in front of it is called a patient equally.

Regarding this kind of disease that it did not care about, the robot scolded the person in front of it "extremely angrily" according to the set program.

Since Shen Minghuan was still a minor who didn't know how to take care of himself, the main storm still fell on the two adults next to him.

Qin Ying and Fan Ting lowered their heads to listen to the instructions and responded in agreement.

Shen Minghuan perfectly demonstrated the qualities of a naughty kid. He said "um um um", but in fact his eyes were wandering, and it was obvious that he was going in one ear and out the other.

It looked like the robot's mechanical fist was hardened.

I don't know if the designers had considered this situation earlier, but the robot cursed even louder - of course it wasn't directed at Shen Minghuan, that was completely useless, it was scolding the careless adult.

Qin Ying's optical brain was still vibrating. Qin Ying was so annoyed that she simply recorded the doctor's instructions given by the robot in a stern and cursing voice and sent it to him.

Xie Xu finally stopped.

"Ming Huan." Qin Ying's eyes were slightly red, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? If Principal Xie hadn't informed you, I wouldn't have known you were sick."

Shen Minghuan looked indifferent, "Am I okay? I think your robot is broken."

If the medical robot was still around, adults, including Xie Xu, would probably be scolded bloody because of this sentence.

"But how did the teacher know?"

"You are a minor, and some functions of the optical brain will be bound to a guardian and will be automatically canceled when you reach adulthood." Qin Ying didn't know what he was thinking about, and his voice was choked, but he still explained seriously.

"So that's it." Shen Minghuan suddenly realized, then he opened the bedside cabinet and took out a multi-functional tool.

He was very interested: "I thought of a once and for all solution. Just cancel the function of the optical brain and everything will be fine."

What kind of genius idea is this to deceive oneself and pretend to be deaf and dumb? Qin Ying and Fan Ting looked at him blankly, stunned by this logic.

"Slow down, slow down."

Qin Ying hurriedly and gently snatched the instrument from Shen Minghuan's hand and hid it behind his back. He laughed awkwardly, "Well, Minghuan, do you know how to do crafts?"

Shen Minghuan glanced at him lazily and said reservedly: "I understand a little bit."

Shen Minghuan's illness is caused by physical depletion and needs to be taken good care of.

After Xie Xu learned the news, he woke up the two commanders of the other legions who were most responsible, from their sleep that night, and scolded them from midnight until dawn.

There is not a single sentence repeated in the whole text, not a single curse word, but it is extremely lethal.

He even wanted to scold Xiang Wanyu, but the speaker's secretary rejected his communication request, thinking that his news was not serious enough to disturb the speaker's rest.

Xie Xu was very angry, so he woke up Xiang Wanqiu and scolded him.

It is indeed a bit unseemly to tire a child to the point of falling ill.

Commander Bai Hu and Suzaku felt guilty at first and allowed Xie Xu to vent his anger, but as time went by, their rebellious psychology began to develop.

"Principal, Shen Minghuan is fine. The nearby battlefields have been cleared, so he can have a good rest. Are you so excited?" Commander Bai Hu muttered in a low voice.

Xie Xu is older. Although they are not graduates of the First Army, according to the established public order, they should be called "principal" or "teacher".

Xie Xu's fingers began to tremble when he heard these words, half angry and half sad: "How did you say this? Ming Huan saved so many people, he saved all of you, but you are not grateful, and How can you be so heartless and indifferent? Are you still human?"

Commander Suzaku sighed helplessly and said politely: "I'm sorry, thank you principal. I still have something to do with my regiment. I'll listen to your teachings next time."

Simply turn off the optical brain.

Commander Bai Hu felt as if he had received an amnesty and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, principal, I have something to do."

The call page is completely white.

Like winter snow falling all over the earth, and Xie Xu standing alone in the snow, looking around, everything was pale.

Until dawn broke and Sunshine cautiously stepped into this dark room, Xie Xu suddenly took two steps back and fell to the ground.

Like a dead ghost, he yearns for that ray of light, but he can only avoid it.

Xie Xu turned on his optical brain and sent a trembling message to Xiang Wanyu.

[How could you do this to Ming Huan? 】