Fairyland, big problem

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

However, data cannot be used to speak for itself.

For example, against enemies of the fighting type, the red chain synchronous steel armored crow has high defense, but the ghost type of the crying mask is immune to fighting attacks.

There are also trait considerations like double gas levitation, immunity to ground attacks and most traps.

In similar cases, attributes and characteristics are considered in preference to data.

Intuitively speaking, the benefit brought by the link function of the red chain to Wen Jiu is that two spirits can be used at the same time.

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

The red chain is equivalent to using a second elf.

In terms of restrictions, at most the linked elves cannot be summoned by dreams.

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!"

Look at the red chain in the backpack, it's really a good thing, 100 dream points are worth it!

The previous appearance mirror established Wen Jiu's ability to see the enemy, which is a prerequisite for all battles.

The red chain is life-saving, and even the potential is beyond the table. If there is a steel armored crow synchronized, Wen Jiu reckons that he can fight the evil spirits in the middle with his bare hands.

Unreasonable, directly beat it to death with fists.

"Wen Jiu!"

A knock on the door interrupted the fantasy, and Yang Liufeng's call came from outside.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh, here we come."

Expressed that they applied for the Strategy Institute together, and Yang Liufeng made an appointment to go for a medical examination.

Submitting the application letter requires a physical examination and qualification report from a 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 the person.

"are not you sleepy?"

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

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

The real introduction to practice is simply to wait until you enter the Strategy Institute, and you will have a special instructor to guide you.

It is a bit late to start practicing at the age of 19, so it is not bad for a few days.

Arrived at the First Hospital of Changle City by taxi. Yang Liufeng's aptitude was awakened years ago, and his seven orifices were bleeding. This is where he came.

On weekdays, there are few people who come to the medical examination during working hours, and there is almost no need to queue up.

Other inspections are easy to say, the blood test was received only the next day, and the qualification appraisal that can print the official certificate was completed by the way.

"Wow, Samsung+, Samsung plus!"

Yang Liufeng took a sharp gulp at the appraisal result. The plus sign associated with three stars means a relatively high quality in this grade, such as B+.

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

Wen Jiu's appraisal result is two stars, no extra plus and minus signs, a well-behaved two stars.

"You are not bad, if you enter the special investigation team, two stars are enough."

"As long as I can enter the Strategy Institute, even if I drop my aptitude by one star."

"Bah, bah, bah." Yang Liufeng patted Wen Jiu's shoulder fiercely, "I have to submit the registration form today, so don't say anything unlucky."

He has awakened from an ordinary person to be qualified as a dark-suppressor, and he knows the preciousness of this luck, so he cannot tolerate nonsense.

"It's rare for you to be so serious."

"Hahaha, beautiful girls from the Strategy Academy, I am coming from the willow wind~"

After being serious for only three seconds, Wen Jiu looked amused, "This is the No. 1 Hospital of Changle City. If your remarks spread, the Strategy Institute will definitely have to pinch your registration form."

"Don't, don't, I must be chasing girls seriously."

"Hey."

After fighting and going downstairs, a familiar figure ushered in.

The white coat is lined with a gentlemanly formal suit, and the middle-aged man looks sad,

On weekdays, the hair that is neat and tidy is rarely messy.

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

"Professor Zheng."

"Huh?! Mr. Wen!"

The person who came was 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 luck, but Wen Jiu didn't take that much into account and spoke out.

"Mr. Wen..." Professor Zheng's troubled gaze was a little clear, like a light shining on a night road.

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

The topic was hesitant to talk, and the situation was silent for a while.

"Wen Jiu." Yang Liufeng next to him pretended to look at his phone, "Someone asked me out for dinner, let's go first."

He knows that it is inconvenient for outsiders to be present for the follow-up matters, and he usually fights and fights, but he must have vision at critical moments.

Before leaving, Yang Liufeng shook the physical examination form and qualification appraisal in his hand, signaling Wen Jiu not to forget to submit the registration materials to the Strategy Institute.

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

"Professor Zheng, is there anything I can do for you?"

"This way please, Mr. Wen, let's talk while walking."

There are always many people in the front hall, and it gradually becomes empty towards the inpatient department. When entering the elevator, there are only three people, Wen Jiu, Professor Zheng, and the assistant.

"It's like this, the old dean of our Changle University School of Medicine has passed away..."

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

He himself is an upright person who soothes darkness, and many researchers have offered olive branches to him. He resolutely stayed at his alma mater to teach.

"Uh-huh."

Wen Jiu listened carefully, something was wrong.

Ordinarily, Professor Zheng would like to introduce a dream business, but the old dean seems to be very satisfied.

As Professor Zheng said, the old dean had no illnesses and died of old age, which is due to the exhaustion of physical 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, his eyes half-closed and half-opened for two days, he was sobbing and unable to speak, and he was always gesturing for something.

Can't speak, let alone write.

The eyes are half-closed, unable to use technology such as pupil focus input method to convey information.

"The old dean is indeed dying, but we hope he can fulfill his last wish."

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

"I'm ashamed. I didn't think of Mr. Wen. I'm so confused."

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

Wen Jiu would always say that he would do his best when he came to the door with an entrustment. In fact, he has never missed a job so far.

Oh, the only overturn is Mu Fengshuang.

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

In the room were other teachers from Changle University, as well as relatives of the old dean, who were silently bidding farewell to a great teacher.

"Professor Zheng, you are here."

"Well, the gentleman next to me may have a way to read the mind of the old dean."

"oh?"

The young teacher looked at Wen Jiu, who was in school age, and was greatly surprised, but Professor Zheng said that he was not joking.

With permission, Wen Jiu moved closer to the hospital bed.

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

The old dean's half-opened eyes rolled slightly, and he raised his hand slightly...