Chapter 128 It’s Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (33)

Humans rarely get sick in the interstellar era, not to mention that the optical computers they carry with them also have health monitoring functions, and often the lesions are dug out as soon as they are buried.

Shen Minghuan's illness came on fiercely. Before parting, he said goodnight to Qin Ying with great energy. Two hours later, Qin Ying, who had just fallen asleep, received a bombardment from Xie Xu's optical computer.

Commander Shen Minghuan, who was so powerful on the border that the Zerg were terrified, was still a minor.

Naturally, when the optical computer detected that his physical condition was not right, it immediately contacted his guardian urgently.

Xie Xu almost woke up from his sleep.

Xie Xu set the highest level of reminders about Shen Minghuan's news, but Shen Minghuan had not contacted him actively for a long time, not to mention that it was late at night, and this unusualness itself revealed an uneasy atmosphere.

Xie Xu opened the optical computer with fear and found that the message was not sent by Shen Minghuan, but was automatically sent by the optical computer.

He was relieved immediately... No wonder!

You should know that this automatic sending can be turned off. Although Xie Xu was reluctant to admit it, he knew that if Shen Minghuan was still conscious, this message could not be sent.

Xie Xu woke up Qin Ying and Fan Ting immediately, and then paced anxiously in the room. If he had not retained a trace of rationality, he would have almost driven the starship to the legion at night.

In the short minutes from Qin Ying getting up and putting on clothes to the door of Shen Minghuan's room, Xie Xu had sent ten messages to ask about the situation.

Qin Ying met Fan Ting who also ran in hastily at the door. The two of them always set an example, but now they were untidy, their hair was messy, and their shoes were not put on properly.

They looked at each other, and without time to greet each other, they knocked on the door hard, "Minghuan! Shen Minghuan!"

If Shen Minghuan's room was not arranged separately, there must have been people around secretly watching the excitement.

But even with such a loud noise, it seemed that no one lived inside, and it was so quiet that no sound was heard.

"Stop knocking, just pry the door open!"

Fan Ting pushed Qin Ying away, worried that the hot weapon would hurt Shen Minghuan who was unaware of the situation behind the door, so he took out the lightsaber he carried in his combat uniform.

Fan Ting's long sword was already swinging, and a weak but firm voice suddenly came from the room, "Wait a minute."

"Minghuan? How are you?" Fan Ting threw away the sword and started knocking on the door again.

After a few seconds, the door opened with a "click", accompanied by the faint voice of the person inside, "Come in."

Shen Minghuan's voice always carries a sense of stability. The young man is in his prime, daring to speak out and shout at the sky. When has he ever been so breathless?

Shen Minghuan was sitting up with difficulty, and when he saw them, he pulled out a pale smile, "Why are you here? Is there any accident? Wait a moment, I'll be quick."

He thought the Zerg attacked again.

Yes, only at this time would they think of Shen Minghuan.

"Don't move!" Qin Ying shouted angrily. God knows how panicked he was when he saw the man's shaky figure.

Shen Minghuan was startled. Perhaps because he was sick, his reaction was much slower. His hands and feet were about to fall down.

Qin Ying's breathing stagnated, and he felt that his heart stopped for a moment.

Fortunately, Shen Minghuan staggered for a few seconds and luckily fell back - lying on the soft quilt.

Qin Ying and Fan Ting immediately stepped forward and stood at the bedside at a loss.

The two had controlled mechas and held guns. They had never trembled in the face of countless Zergs, but now facing Shen Minghuan, who seemed to have no ability to resist, they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Shen Minghuan closed his eyes, and his lips became paler.

Qin Ying then noticed that Shen Minghuan was still wearing a mask.

No matter how comfortable the mask material was, no one would wear it when sleeping. Thinking of the sentence "wait a minute" just now, Qin Ying's heart flashed a trace of doubt.

Is there any secret about Shen Minghuan's true appearance? Even if he was unconscious due to illness, he should remember not to show it in front of outsiders.

There was a sound of wheels moving "gurgle" outside the door.

The reliable Commander Fan summoned the medical robot as soon as he received the optical brain.

There is no hospital on the border, but fortunately the medical robot here is a military version specially developed by the alliance, which is much more sophisticated than the ones on the market.

The robot has a high level of treatment, but its intelligence is average. It drove into the room following the navigation. The cold mechanical voice revealed a bit of stupid anxiety for no reason: "Where is the patient? Where is the patient?"

Fortunately, the professionalism is there. Before answering, its big square eyes with light locked onto the thin boy lying on the quilt.

The robot "gurgled" forward, picked up the man roughly and gently and stuffed him into the quilt, stretched out a mechanical arm, and began to scan and diagnose him.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

It felt a bit strange to be manipulated by others. Shen Minghuan closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

The robot's diagnosis came out very quickly, not to mention that Shen Minghuan didn't have any serious illness, it was just self-protection after his body reached its limit.

As responsible as Shen Minghuan was, he even allowed himself to have a serious illness after the war between the four legions was over.

[Host, they are about to cry. ] The system turned around happily. Its host was always held in the palm of the hand in other worlds, how could it have suffered such grievances?

As a good system for the host, Xiao Jiu could tell at a glance that Shen Minghuan was acting.

Shen Minghuan once divided the army into thousands of routes, and used them as if they were his own arms thousands of miles away, defeating the strong with the weak, and fought the most beautiful battle in the God Realm so far.

Now it's just a little bit.

Shen Minghuan said meaningfully: [Xiaojiu, you know so much. ]

At that time, the arrogant young monarch had not fallen from the clouds, nor had he signed a contract with the system with reluctance.

Logically speaking, they should have been strangers at that time.

The system did not realize the meaning behind the words, and was still spinning happily.

Shen Minghuan woke up slowly after the "rejuvenation" of the medical robot.

The robot did not know whether it was a sinner or a hero. All those in front of it were equally called patients.

For this disease that was created by itself without cherishing itself, the robot scolded the person in front of it "extremely angrily" according to the set program.

Since Shen Minghuan himself was still a minor who could not take care of himself, the main storm fell on the two adults next to him.

Qin Ying and Fan Ting lowered their heads to listen to the lecture, and responded timidly.

Shen Minghuan perfectly demonstrated the qualities of a naughty child. He said "hmmmmmm", but his eyes were actually erratic, and it was obvious that he was listening in one ear and out the other.

The robot's mechanical fist was hardened by seeing this.

I don’t know if the designer had considered this situation, the robot started to curse even louder - of course it wasn’t directed at Shen Minghuan, that would be completely useless, it was cursing at the inattentive adults.

Qin Ying’s optical brain was still vibrating, Qin Ying was annoyed, and simply recorded the doctor’s instructions that the robot was giving in a harsh voice and sent it to him.

Xie Xu finally calmed down.

“Minghuan.” Qin Ying’s eyes were slightly red, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? If it wasn’t for Principal Xie notifying me, I wouldn’t have known you were sick.”

Shen Minghuan looked indifferent, “I’m fine, right? I think your robot is broken.”

If the medical robot was still there, it would probably scold Xie Xu and other adults for this sentence.

“But how did the teacher know?”

“You are a minor, and some functions of the optical brain will be bound to the guardian, and will not be automatically cancelled until you become an adult.” Qin Ying didn’t know what he was thinking, his voice was choked, but he still explained seriously.

“So that’s how it is.” Shen Minghuan suddenly realized, then half-sitting and pulling open the cabinet at the head of the bed, taking out a multi-function tool instrument.

He was excited: "I have thought of a permanent solution. Just cancel the function of the optical computer and everything will be fine."

What kind of genius idea is this? Qin Ying and Fan Ting stared at him in a daze, stunned by his logic.

"Wait a minute."

Qin Ying hurriedly and gently snatched the tool from Shen Minghuan and hid it behind him. He laughed awkwardly, "Well, Minghuan, you can also do manual work?"

Shen Minghuan glanced at him lazily and said reservedly: "I know a little bit."

Shen Minghuan's illness was caused by physical deficiency and needed to be properly recuperated.

After Xie Xu learned the news, he woke up the person who was most responsible - the commanders of the other two legions - from their sleep that night and scolded them from midnight to dawn.

There was no repetition in the whole text, no dirty words, but it was extremely lethal.

He even wanted to scold Xiang Wanyu, but the secretary of the speaker rejected his communication application, believing that his news was not serious enough to disturb the speaker's rest.

Xie Xu was very angry, so he woke up Xiang Wanqiu and scolded him.

It was indeed a bit unbecoming to tire a child to the point of falling ill.

Commanders Baihu and Zhuque let Xie Xu vent his anger at first, but they became rebellious over time.

"Principal, Shen Minghuan is fine. The nearby battlefield has been cleared, so he can have a good rest. Why are you so excited?" Commander Baihu muttered in a low voice.

Xie Xu was older, and although they did not graduate from the First Army, they should also call him "Principal" or "Teacher" according to the established public order.

Xie Xu's fingers began to tremble when he heard this, half angry and half sad: "How can you say this? Ming Huan saved so many people, he saved all of you, even if you are not grateful, how can you be so ruthless and indifferent? Are you still human?"

Commander Suzaku sighed helplessly and said politely: "Sorry, Principal Xie, my army has something to do, I will listen to your teachings next time."

He turned off the light brain neatly.

Commander Baihu was as if he had been pardoned, and quickly followed suit, "Sorry, Principal, I have something to do too."

The call page was all white.

It was like winter snow falling all over the ground, and Xie Xu stood alone in the snow, looking around, all he saw was pale.

Until the dawn, the sun stepped cautiously into this dark room, and Xie Xu suddenly took two steps back and fell to the ground.

Like a dead ghost, he was thinking about that ray of light, but he could only avoid it.

Xie Xu turned on his computer and tremblingly sent a message to Xiang Wanyu.

[How could you do this to Ming Huan? ]