White Ball Base was still under construction, and usable space was relatively limited.
Even so, Yu Jing had been given a vacant lot of his own because of his immense contributions.
Dean Qian's report had been approved, and Marshal Morken now believed that Yu Jing and the others had indeed escaped the black hole catastrophe, granting them freedom to move about in the First War Zone.
"I'm too tired. Let's call it a day for now. You don't object, do you?" Yu Jing transmitted through the foreign object injected into his cervical spine.
"Suit yourself, Yu Jing. You don't need to worry about my feelings! Just do whatever you think is best... I have complete faith in your abilities."
Ning Yanzhi responded almost immediately.
He appeared to be leaving Yu Jing to his own devices, but in reality, he was monitoring Yu Jing's actions and mental state every moment.
This time, Yu Jing had treated more than 9,700 severely infected patients. By rights, he should have received over ten thousand Merit Points.
However, to prevent an excessive accumulation of Merit Points, a special rule stipulated that "for handling the same incident, the maximum Merit Points obtainable is 1,000."
Even so, 1,000 points was still a considerable sum, enough to exchange for high-quality items from the Masked Dean's Merit warehouse.
But Yu Jing only wanted divine-grade materials or rare materials from the Old World.
In addition, using the vacant area allocated exclusively to Yu Jing, Dean Qian placed the villa she carried with her on the lot, making it the fixed base of the three of them in White Ball Base.
Fresh from washing off in the bathroom, Yu Jing felt fatigue wash over his entire body. Whatever needed to be done could wait until tomorrow.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
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