Morning
"Lieutenant Colonel Horani, Doctor Li really isn't here. I'm not lying to you. Why don't you take a number and have another doctor examine you? What if you're mentally ill?"
This time, Luan Zhengwei really wasn't brushing off the government officer.
In the short span of three or four days, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had visited the peacekeeping force's camp at least four or five times.
Once a day, sometimes even twice—more diligently than clocking in at work—but this unlucky man kept missing his target.
He didn't find it troublesome, but Luan Zhengwei, who was in charge of receiving him, was nearly driven crazy.
When Li Bai was at the camp, he didn't come.
The moment Li Bai left, he came again.
Every single time, they missed each other perfectly.
Even Luan Zhengwei couldn't help sighing inwardly. This guy's luck was simply unbelievable!
If he were in China, he should buy a lottery ticket to calm his nerves.
"No, no, I'm not mentally ill! I have to see Li Bai. I—I'm about to go crazy!"
After being tormented by nightmares for several nights in a row, even a man made of iron would have to kneel. Horani's face was sallow at this moment, and his only thought was to remove the curse from his body so he could sleep soundly. That was more important than promotion or wealth.
"I'm truly sorry, but Doctor Li has gone out. He probably won't be back for at least a week."
Luan Zhengwei was completely unable to help this unlucky man.
Li Bai had gone to attend that damn Wizards' conference to discuss the topic of the "Demon's emergence." Heaven knew which remote corner the conference was being held in. Luan Zhengwei couldn't remember it now anyway. In any case, it was genuinely difficult