Brother Huan, How About a Stick?

Herta led Yan Huan to a room. It was well-equipped, with many medical chairs arranged inside.

The room seemed to have been cleared of its previous staff, making it feel rather empty.

The air was filled with the scent of alcohol.

This must be some kind of medical bay, Yan Huan thought.

"Alright, you sit here. The doctor will be here shortly," Herta said, extending a small hand to point at a chair.

Yan Huan nodded. "Okay."

After he sat down, Herta busied herself walking around, adjusting various pieces of equipment.

Yan Huan sat there, bored, imagining what the nurse would look like later.

She'd probably be pretty, right?

Also.

Was he really mentally ill? No way.

They were just making a big deal out of nothing.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Even if there was something wrong, it was this world that was sick.

As he was thinking this, Herta sat down opposite him, holding a small device. She reached out to Yan Huan.

"Give me the card I gave you."

"Oh." Yan Huan handed over the blank identity card.

With a "beep," Herta swiped the card on the machine and then picked up a stylus, preparing to record on the screen.

"Name," Herta asked.

Yan Huan looked utterly confused:

"Aren't I seeing a doctor? Why are you sitting opposite me?"

Herta spun the pen, stating matter-of-factly:

"I told you, you're my property, so I'll be personally responsible. Hurry up, name."

"..."

"Name," Herta said, giving Yan Huan an impatient glance.

"Dare you say you don't know?" Yan Huan frowned.

Herta nodded. "I know. I'm just asking."

Then she started writing rapidly on the screen.

Yan Huan: "..."

"Place of origin."

"Destiny."

"Birthday."

"February 31st."

Herta looked up, raising an eyebrow. Her light purple eyes held confusion.

"Are you sure February has a 31st?"

Yan Huan shyly placed his hands on his knees and gave a bashful smile. "I forgot! Oops."

Herta was speechless: "..."

After randomly filling in a number, she continued, asking:

"Gender."

"Can't you tell?" Yan Huan frowned.

Herta nodded. "Male, right? Got it."

Just as she was about to continue writing, Yan Huan interjected:

"How can you assume my gender?"

Herta: "..."

After a moment of silence, Herta quickly filled in "Female" in the gender column.

Yan Huan stared blankly at the small text she had written on the screen, then looked up to meet Herta's gaze.

"Doesn't your conscience hurt at all?"

"How dare I assume your gender? What if you're a woman?" Herta said dismissively.

"Alright, let's continue. If you interrupt again, I'll just write whatever I feel like."

Yan Huan: "..."

Yan Huan became much more compliant after that, and the identity information filling was finally completed through the question-and-answer session.

The word "Female" in the gender column felt particularly jarring to him.

"Can't you change it?"

Herta frowned.

"It can't be changed; it's already been entered into the system."

Yan Huan: "..."

"Alright, Ms. Yan Huan, please stick out your hand to press your fingerprint, and then we'll take a profile picture. That'll be it," Herta urged.

Yan Huan sniffled and obediently followed suit.

He was afraid Herta would just abandon the task and upload an ugly photo of someone who wasn't even human.

From then on, Yan Huan's photo in the Interastral Peace Corporation's records would no longer resemble him.

After a series of operations, Yan Huan's identity was successfully registered in the Interastral Peace Corporation's system.

"Okay, you can go now," Herta said, tidying up the documents and impatiently shooing him away from her chair.

Yan Huan blinked in surprise.

"Is that it? Didn't you say I still needed to be examined for mental illness?"

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his eyes lit up with excitement. "You mean you also think I'm perfectly fine, right!"

Herta shook her head, utterly speechless.

"No need for that. You're beyond saving, and I don't have the patience to chat with you any longer. Remember to come for the Simulated Universe test tomorrow morning. I'll give March 7th something later; consider it your special medicine."

"Give her what?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

Observation Car.

Welt, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom-Pom, and March 7th were all standing there.

Each of them wore a serious expression, intently watching Yan Huan, who was currently squatting on the sofa.

March 7th's eyes sparkled. "See? Isn't this quite good? It's so fitting."

Dan Heng crossed his arms, expressing his approval. "Indeed. I didn't expect Miss Herta to have such a skill."

Himeko nodded gently, maintaining a smile. "I never would have thought of doing it this way. It's low-cost, and it solves the problem at a critical moment. This plan has significant reference value."

Welt adjusted his glasses, agreeing. "Yes, I think this is very reasonable."

Pom-Pom, on the side, bounced excitedly. "Passenger Yan Huan, we're all very satisfied now. What do you think, Pom?"

At this moment, Yan Huan's face was a mask of utter despair.

Looking at these five people—no, four people and one unknown creature—he was deeply displeased.

He felt insulted.

Both mentally and personally.

"Riiip—!!"

He tore off the tape that had been covering his mouth, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"What kind of treatment method is this? Sealing my mouth solves the problem? I protest, I protest!"

March 7th put her hands on her hips and frowned. "Protest denied!"

Pom-Pom raised its fluffy hands.

"Sorry, Pom, we all agreed to this. It's five against one, Pom!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and then they entrusted the crucial task of sealing Yan Huan's mouth to March 7th.

Himeko patted March 7th on the shoulder, encouraging her. "March, this roll of tape is yours from now on."

March 7th straightened her back and saluted solemnly. "I guarantee to complete the mission assigned by Sister Himeko, resolutely stopping Mr. Yan's various abnormal behaviors and remarks, and safeguarding the reputation and safety of the Express!"

Yan Huan stared blankly at the scene, and then, the entire Observation Car erupted in enthusiastic applause.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap—!!"

Among them, March 7th clapped the most vigorously.

As she clapped, she turned her head and said to Yan Huan, "See? We've got another piece of torture equipment."

Yan Huan: "..."

March 7th said excitedly.

"What's wrong? Are you too moved to speak?"

Yan Huan: "..."

Seeing his lack of reaction, March 7th blinked her eyes, picked up Yan Huan's pack of "Furong Wang" from the table, pulled out a cigarette, and offered it to him.

"Come on, don't look so glum. Have a smoke, come on!"

March 7th was now mimicking Yan Huan's actions.

She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

Her lips were curved upwards in a wide smile.

Her pinkish-blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

This caused Yan Huan significant mental distress.

He quickly raised his hand, blocking the "Furong Wang," and said in a deep voice:

"Third Sister, how can you use my moves? That's completely unoriginal."

A slight curve formed on March 7th's lips as she pushed the "Furong Wang" forward again:

"Learn from others to defeat them. What's wrong, Brother Huan? You're happy to offer cigarettes to others, aren't you?"

Yan Huan quickly blocked it with his hand:

"In this world, no one can truly empathize. You haven't grasped my essence."

March 7th tilted her head:

"What essence?"

"I only offer them to people who don't smoke."

Yan Huan took the "Furong Wang," pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

He took a deep drag.

"Hiss~ cough cough cough cough cough..." First, he showed a look of pleasure, then he couldn't stop coughing.

"If you can't smoke, why the hell are you doing it? I've never seen you smoke one of those Furong Wangs yourself, you only offer them to others," March 7th said with disgust, immediately backing away several meters.

She was afraid of being coughed on by him.

Ugh, so gross.