Fairyland, Big Problem

The stronger the elves linked by the red chain, the stronger Wen Jiu's ability to improve.

However, you cannot rely solely on data.

For example, against combat-type enemies, the Red Chain Synchronized Steel Armor Crow has a high defense, but the ghost of the crying mask is immune to combat attacks.

There are also features to consider, like levitating double gas, immunity to ground attacks and most traps.

Similarly, the consideration of attributes and characteristics takes precedence over data.

Intuitively, the benefit of the red chain's link function to Wen Jiu is to use two elves at the same time.

There is only one bed in the Sweet Dream Lounge (the player's is not counted), and even if all friends are online, there can only be one bed to help fight, unless it is expanded again.

The red chain is equivalent to using a second elf.

Speaking of restrictions, at most, the linked elves cannot be summoned from a beautiful dream.

Like the crying mask that has established a link with Wen Jiu now, it cannot be summoned to the real world through an empty bed.

"Good stuff!"

Looking at the red chain in the backpack, it's really a good thing, 100 Dream Points are so worth it!

The last Visible Mirror established Wen Jiu's ability to see the enemy, which is the premise of all battles.

The red chains are life-saving, and even have potential to explode. If there is a steel armored crow synchronized, Wen Jiu estimates that he can fight the evil spirits in the middle with his bare hands.

Unreasonably beat it to death with fists.

"Wenjiu!"

The knock on the door interrupted the fantasy, and the call of Yangliufeng came from outside.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh, here we come."

Said to apply for the Strategic Academy together, and Yang Liufeng made an appointment for a medical examination.

The delivery of the application letter requires the physical examination and qualification appraisal report of the regular hospital. The registration deadline is tomorrow, and the results will be released on March 3. Before entering the school, another test is required to verify the authenticity of my situation.

"are not you sleepy?"

"If you sleep for 12 hours, you should be able to last all morning. You must take a nap at noon."

Yang Liufeng's physical condition has become more and more stable, and he has started to warm up according to the official practice method.

The real entry into the practice is to wait until you enter the Strategy Academy, and there are special instructors to guide you.

It's a bit late to start practicing at the age of 19, so it's not less than a few days before and after.

Arrived at Changle First Hospital by taxi, Yangliufeng awakened his aptitude a few years ago, and his seven orifices bleed. This is where he came.

On weekdays, few people come for medical examinations during working hours, and there is almost no need to queue.

As for other inspections, it is easy to say that the blood test will be received the next day, and the qualification appraisal that can print the official certificate will be completed by the way.

"Wow, Samsung+, Samsung plus!"

Yang Liufeng took a sip at the appraisal result. The plus sign attached to the three stars means that the quality is relatively high in this grade, such as B+.

(It is recommended to settle the Samsung advertising fee.)

Wen Jiu's appraisal result was two stars, no additional plus or minus symbols, a well-behaved two star.

"You're not too bad, if you join the special investigation team, two stars are enough."

"As long as I can enter the Academy of Strategy, even if I drop my qualifications by one star."

"Bah bah bah." Yang Liufeng patted Wen Jiu's shoulder violently, "I'm going to submit the application form today, don't say anything unlucky."

He awakened the qualifications of a qualified darkness suppressor from an ordinary person, and he knew that this luck was precious, and he couldn't tolerate nonsense.

"It's rare that you are so serious."

"Hahaha, the beautiful girls of the Strategy Academy, I'm here~"

After only three seconds of seriousness, Wen Jiu looked at it with a funny look, "This is Changle City's No. 1 Hospital. If your remarks spread, the Policy Institute will definitely pinch your registration form."

"Don't, don't, I will definitely pursue girls seriously."

"Huh."

He went downstairs and was greeted by a familiar figure.

The white coat is lined with a gentlemanly formal suit, the middle-aged man has a sad face, and his normally neat hair rarely has a few messy strands.

The assistant followed carefully behind him, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Professor Zheng."

"Huh?! Mr. Wen!"

The visitor is Professor Zheng from Changle University, Xiao Zheng's father.

"What's wrong with you? You're so haggard."

The assistant next to him didn't dare to touch Professor Zheng's bad head, but Wen Jiu didn't care so much and spoke bluntly.

"Mr. Wen..." Professor Zheng's tangled eyes were somewhat clear, like a light shining on the road at night.

"Mr. Wen, I have something to ask for your help..."

The topic was hesitant to speak, and the situation was silent for a short time.

"Wen Jiu." Yang Liufeng next to him pretended to look at his phone, "Someone invites me to dinner, go ahead."

He knows that it is not convenient for outsiders to be present in the follow-up matters, and he usually fights and fights.

Before leaving, Yang Liufeng shook the medical examination form and qualification appraisal in his hand, indicating that Wen Jiu should not forget and submit the registration information to the Strategy Institute.

Watching the friend leave, Wen Jiu's attention returned to the matter in front of him.

"Professor Zheng, is there anything I can help?"

"This way, Mr. Wen, let's chat as we walk."

The front hall was always crowded, and the inpatient department was gradually empty. When entering the elevator, there were only three people, namely Wen Jiu, Professor Zheng, and assistants.

"It's like this, the longevity of our Changle University School of Medicine is coming to an end..."

The old dean is 96 years old this year and has devoted his life to the medical cause.

He himself is a serious dark man, and a lot of researchers have offered him olive branches. He resolutely stayed in his alma mater to teach, and taught for more than 60 years.

"Uh-huh."

Wen Jiu listened carefully, something was wrong.

Ordinarily, Professor Zheng wanted to introduce a dream business, but the old dean seemed to be very satisfied.

As Professor Zheng said ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the old dean has no pain and is dying. It belongs to the depletion of bodily functions and aging to the limit.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"The state of the old dean is very strange."

According to Professor Zheng's description, the old dean had his last breath left, his eyes were half-closed and half-open for two days.

Can't speak, let alone write.

The eyes are half-open and half-closed, and techniques such as pupil focus input method cannot be used to convey information.

"The old dean did pass away, but we hope he can fulfill his last wish."

That look clearly wanted something, but everyone couldn't understand it. Professor Zheng also had trouble sleeping and eating for two days.

"Ashamed, I didn't even think of Mr. Wen, I'm really confused and stupid."

"Professor Zheng, don't say that. I try my best, but I may not be able to see why."

Wen Jiu would always say that he did his best when he was asked to come to the door, but in fact, he has not missed it yet.

Oh, the only overturn is Mu Fengshuang.

Thinking about the past, Wen Jiu entered an independent exclusive ward under the leadership of Professor Zheng.

There are other teachers from Changle University in the room, as well as the relatives of the old dean. They are silently saying goodbye to a great teacher.

"Professor Zheng, you are here."

"Well, the gentleman beside me may have a way to read the old dean's mind."

"Oh?"

The young teacher was surprised when he looked at Wen Jiu at school age, but Professor Zheng spoke, not joking.

With permission, Wen Jiu approached the hospital bed.

"Old Dean, hello, I'm a friend of Professor Zheng. If you have anything on your mind, please tell me, and I'll pass it on."

The old dean's half-open eyeballs turned slightly, and he raised his hand slightly...