Herta led Yan Huan to a room filled with equipment, with many medical chairs arranged inside.
The researchers from earlier seemed to have been dismissed in advance, leaving the room rather empty.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
This was probably some kind of medical room.
"Alright, sit here. The doctor will be here in a bit." Herta pointed at a chair with her little hand.
Yan Huan nodded. "Fine."
After he sat down, Herta began pacing around and adjusting various pieces of equipment.
Yan Huan, meanwhile, sat there bored out of his mind, imagining what the nurse would look like.
She should be pretty, right?
And besides.
Do I really have a mental illness? No way.
They're just making a huge fuss over nothing.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Even if there was something wrong, it was this world that was sick.
Just as he was thinking that, Herta sat down across from him with a small device in her arms and held out her hand.
"Give me the card I gave you."
"Oh." Yan Huan handed over the blank ID card.
With a beep, Herta swiped the card through the machine, then picked up a stylus and prepared to make records on the screen.
"Name," Herta asked.
Yan Huan looked utterly baffled.
"Aren't I seeing a doctor? Why are you sitting across from me?"
Herta spun her pen, sounding completely matter-of-fact.
"I told you already. You're my property, so what's wrong with me handling this personally? Hurry up. Name."
"..."
"Name." Herta gave Yan Huan an impatient look.
"You dare say you don't know?" Yan Huan frowned.
Herta nodded. "I know. I'm just asking."
Then she began scribbling rapidly across the screen.
Yan Huan: "..."
"Place of origin."
"Destiny."
"Birthday."
"February thirty-first."
Herta looked up and raised an eyebrow, her pale violet eyes filled with confusion.
"You're sure February has a thirty-first?"
Yan Huan placed his hands on his knees and gave a bashful smile. "I forgot, okay? Sheesh."
Herta was speechless. "..."
After casually entering a number, she continued.
"Gender."
"You really can't tell?" Yan Huan frowned.
Herta nodded. "Male, right? Fine."
Just as she was about to continue writing, Yan Huan interrupted.
"How can you assume my gender?"
Herta: "..."
After a moment of silence, Herta swiftly entered "female" in the gender field.
Yan Huan stared blankly at the tiny words on the screen, then looked up and met Herta's eyes.
"Doesn't your conscience hurt at all?"
"How would I dare assume your gender? What if you were female?" Herta said disdainfully.
"Alright, continue. Interrupt me again, and I'll write everything based on my mood."
Yan Huan: "..."
After that, Yan Huan behaved much more honestly, and his identity information was finally completed through a series of questions and answers.
It was just that the "female" in the gender field looked especially glaring to him.
"Can't you change it?"
Herta frowned.
"No. It's already been entered into the system."
Yan Huan: "..."
"Alright, Ms. Yan Huan, hold out your hand for a fingerprint, then take a facial photo. Then we'll be done," Herta urged.
Yan Huan sniffed and obediently did as he was told.
He was afraid Herta would just walk off and upload an ugly picture that didn't even look human.
From then on, Yan Huan's photo in the Interastral Peace Corporation database would no longer be the same species as him.
After a series of procedures, Yan Huan's identity was finally successfully entered into the Interastral Peace Corporation's system.
"Alright, you can leave now." Herta organized the materials and impatiently chased him off from her chair.
Yan Huan froze.
"That's it? Didn't you say you were going to check whether I was mentally ill?"
Then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes gradually lit up. "Don't tell me you also think there's nothing wrong with me!"
Herta shook her head, looking utterly helpless.
"There's no need to check. You're beyond saving already, and I don't have the patience to keep talking to you. Remember to come test the Simulated Universe tomorrow morning. Later, I'll give March something. Consider it your special medicine."
"What are you giving her?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
The observation car.
Welt, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom-Pom, and March 7th were all standing there.
Each of them wore a serious expression as they focused intently on Yan Huan, who was crouched on the sofa.
March 7th's eyes shone. "Look, isn't this pretty good? It suits him perfectly."
Dan Heng crossed his arms and voiced his approval. "Indeed. I didn't expect Miss Herta to be so capable."
Himeko nodded lightly, maintaining her smile. "I never thought of doing it this way. It's low-cost, and it can solve problems at crucial moments. This plan is highly worth considering."
Welt adjusted his glasses in agreement. "Mm, I think this is quite reasonable."
Pom-Pom bounced excitedly nearby. "Passenger Yan Huan, we're all very satisfied now. What do you think, pom?"
Yan Huan looked utterly lifeless.
Looking at the faces of those five people—no, four people and one unidentified creature—he was deeply dissatisfied.
He felt insulted.
Both mentally and personally.
"Rip—!!"
He tore the tape sealing his mouth off in one go, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"What kind of treatment is this? Sealing my mouth solves the problem? I object! I object!"
March 7th planted her hands on her hips and frowned. "Objection overruled!"
Pom-Pom raised both furry hands high.
"Sorry, pom, but we all agreed to this. Five to one, pom!"
Everyone nodded in unison, then handed the important task of sealing Yan Huan's mouth at critical moments to March 7th.
Himeko patted March 7th on the shoulder and encouraged her. "March, this roll of tape is yours from now on."
March 7th straightened her back and gave a solemn salute. "I guarantee I'll complete the mission Sister Himeko assigned me! I will firmly stop Yan Huan's every abnormal action and statement, and safeguard the train's reputation and safety!"
Yan Huan stared blankly at the scene. Immediately, the entire observation car erupted in enthusiastic applause.
"Clap clap clap clap clap—!!"
Among them, March 7th clapped the most enthusiastically.
As she clapped, she turned to Yan Huan and said, "See that? Another torture device has been added."
Yan Huan: "..."
March 7th said excitedly.
"What's wrong? So excited you can't speak?"
Yan Huan: "..."
Seeing no reaction from him, March 7th blinked, picked up Yan Huan's pack of Furong Wang from the table, pulled one out, and held it before him.
"Come on, don't make that face. Have one. Come on!"
At that moment, March 7th was imitating something Yan Huan had done before.
She was having the time of her life.
The corners of her lips remained raised in a broad smile.
Her pink-and-blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
This inflicted enormous psychological damage on Yan Huan.
He hurriedly raised a hand to block the Furong Wang cigarette and said in a low voice.
"Sis March, how can you reuse my move? You have no innovative spirit at all."
A smile curled across March 7th's lips as she held the Furong Wang cigarette toward him again.
"Learn the enemy's strengths to defeat the enemy. What's wrong, Brother Huan? Weren't you so happy when you offered cigarettes to other people?"
Yan Huan hurriedly blocked it with his hand.
"No one in this world can ever truly understand another person. 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 cigarette, pulled out a lighter from his clothes, lit it, and put it between his lips.
He took a hard drag.
"Hiss... whew." He first showed a pleased expression, then, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."
He couldn't stop coughing.
"You can't even smoke, so why pretend? Other than offering them to people, I've never seen you smoke a single one from that pack of Furong Wang." March 7th looked disgusted and immediately backed away several meters.
She was afraid he would cough on her.
Ugh, that was so gross.
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