Zhao Xing took only two looks to realize that the Mechanical Sick Beast was displaying complications again—multiple symptoms appearing at once.
When only one symptom appeared, it might be easy to confuse, but careful observation could still distinguish it. If several symptoms appeared together, however, the odds of treating it incorrectly rose dramatically.
"If you don't get this kind of question completely right, you won't score. The best outcome is no points deducted and no score reduced."
Zhao Xing shook his head and let the sick beast continue having its episode where it stood.
He found a medicinal field, dug up several roots and stems, washed them by the canal, then began replenishing his water and strength.
Zhao Xing planned to skip this question. If he did not replenish his water and food soon, he would collapse as well. It was September, after all.
After filling his stomach a little, Zhao Xing returned to the shade and waited for the Mechanical Sick Beast's next episode.
The sweltering weather left people drowsy and prone to sleepiness. The little grove was no longer as lively as it had been at the start. Everyone was tired and hungry, making it hard to keep their spirits up.
Suddenly, Zhao Xing, who had been leaning against a tree trunk, snapped his eyes open and grabbed the Mechanical Sick Beast's hand.
"Half a quarter-hour has passed. Why didn't you say anything?"
The Mechanical Sick Beast looked calm, and its voice was indifferent. "I forgot."
Zhao Xing wanted to curse.
Zheng Yulin's questions were truly vicious.
Without the Mechanical Sick Beast's reminder, who could precisely keep track of half a quarter-hour? Especially in this stifling weather, when they were already exhausted, it was difficult to remember the time.
Zhao Xing had not expected the previous tricky question