Female A Survival Manual

The removal of the suppressor was carried out by two groups of people, one group of people from the Omega Protection Association and the other group of people from the Wang family. There are few members in the association, but there are many Wang family members.

Wang Luan should have waited outside the operating room, but she insisted on entering the operating room. After disinfection, she sat near the operating table and watched blankly. No one dared to drive her out, so she had to acquiesce to her behavior.

In order not to affect the mental power, the implantation and removal of this mental power suppressor must be kept awake by the implanted person. In order to prevent Yan Qiongyu from struggling in pain, his hands and feet were fixed.

The operation went smoothly at first, as Yan Qiongyu said, it was not a major operation. This is not the same as the operation in Wang Luan's hometown in his memory, but seeing the operation scene is not **** and not so nervous, Wang Luan is relieved.

She watched with her own eyes a thumb-sized suppressor was taken out, thinking that it was over, but one of the doctors took out another silver-gray suppressor that looked smaller, and looked at it subconsciously. Wang Luan glanced.

The position where Wang Luan was sitting had a good field of vision, and he could clearly see their every movement. The doctor tried to inject a new suppressor into Yan Qiongyu's brain, and Wang Luan did not miss it.

She stood up and looked serious: "Wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Several people stopped, the doctor hesitated for a moment, but honestly said: "This is the latest type of mental force suppressor, Miss Luan, please rest assured, this suppressor is safer and more controllable, whether you want to block Omega in the future. Whether he wants to let him use it or not can be controlled by the 'key', and the 'key' will be delivered to Miss Luan later."

Wang Luan listened to what he said, and subconsciously looked at Yan Qiongyu. Yan Qiongyu was awake, lying there awake, but there was no response, and even her fingers never moved because of the accident.

Wang Luan looked directly at the doctor and insisted: "There is no need to implant this."

"But, Miss Luan, this is the meaning of the head of the family." The doctor was obviously a member of the Wang family. Concerned about her identity, his tone was not so confident.

Another doctor wearing the Omega Protection Association logo was even more rude, he said: "Although Omegas are fragile, Omegas with high-level mental power are different, and their level of danger is beyond the imagination of ordinary Alphas, Miss Wang Luan I'm afraid he can't control a 3S, once he has an uncontrollable situation, the most dangerous thing is his Alpha Miss Wang Luan, so this is also for the safety of Miss Wang Luan."

Although he was talking about her safety, the man's tone was sarcastic, and he obviously did not despise her, the useless young lady, for interfering with them.

"It's my Omega lying there, the doctors beside you are my royal family's doctors, and the dozens of people standing outside are my royal family's bodyguards, so it's your turn to speak here?" Wang Luan glanced at the protection. The doctor of the association glanced at the doctor of the Wang family.

"You don't listen to me because I, the heir, is not recognized and can't decide the affairs of the Wang family?"

The doctor frowned and immediately put down the suppressor in his hand to show his obedience: "Of course not, you are the heir recognized by the Patriarch, how dare we go against your will."

"Implant a new suppressor for Yan Qiongyu. This is the consensus reached by the Wang family and the Protection Association. What are you doing now, Miss?" The doctor of the Protection Association was reluctant.

But Wang Luan was standing beside him, no one listened to him, and even he was isolated to the back row by several Wang family medical staff, so angry that his face turned red and handed over.

With Wang Luan's intervention, the operation ended quickly.

On the way back, Wang Luan really received a communication from the Wang family head.

Seeing the face of Wang Family Master's stepfather, Wang Luan also sullen.

"What's the matter with you?" Patriarch Wang couldn't change from his habitual attitude of more than ten years. He was still bored when he spoke, and when he remembered something, he became a little gentler. It was implanted by the association. I don’t trust them, so I have to replace it with a new one. This suppressor is controlled by us. I thought you should be able to understand that you are now the heir to the royal family, and your safety is the most important thing.”

Wang Luan was not moved by this kind father who suddenly changed his face, no matter what the Wang family said, she just insisted: "I am still worried that the suppressor will affect Yan Qiongyu's mental power, and I hope to use him to upgrade, in case the suppression There is a problem with the device, where can I find another 3S?"

I don't know if the Wang family has been persuaded or not, but he ended the communication with an unclear attitude. At least the hurdle in front of him has passed.

At night, in the Wang family's house, the courtyard belonging to Wang Luan has fallen into silence, and few people move around. The master here does not like the servants to be around, so the servants and servants only wait from a distance, not close to serve.

The night lily planted in the courtyard exudes a fragrant fragrance, wrapping the entire building in the night. Wang Luan came out of the studio, smelled the fragrance and returned to the room, and saw an elegant and beautiful figure sitting beside the bed.

Yan Qiongyu's black hair, wearing a nightgown and sitting quietly beside the bed thinking, clean and beautiful is inexplicably suitable for the cold floral fragrance in this night.

"You're awake, don't you feel any discomfort?" Wang Luan asked casually. And subconsciously looked at the location of Yan Qiongyu's brain.

This operation is really convenient, you don't even need to shave your hair to open your brain, it's still so lush.

Yan Qiongyu sat on the bed and stared at her quietly, without saying a word.

He was silent for too long, and Wang Luan was confused.

"You can't talk anymore?" Wang Luan saw that he had been silent and guessed, "Is there something wrong with the operation just now, and what effect did it have on your brain?"

"Wang Luan...Miss." Yan Qiongyu's voice was slightly hoarse.

When he woke up, he wanted to ask her about the suppressor, but when someone stood in front of him, his unspoken words changed direction.

"Do you still want to escape from here?" Yan Qiongyu asked.

Wang Luan didn't even think about it: "Of course I..."

Yan Qiongyu interrupted her: "Your mental power is confirmed to be stable at A-level, and the Wang family will try to improve your physical strength in the future. Now that your status as the heir of the royal family has been recognized, you will be paid more attention. Stay here, you will If you get more things, those who once persecuted you will no longer persecute you, but will become sharp weapons in your hands; those who once despised you crawl under your feet and hold you high... So, do you still want to escape from these?"

Yan Qiongyu knows that many people hate the oppression of the powerful, but what they hate more is that they have no power in their hands; some people hate the aristocracy, and they are more jealous of everything the aristocrats have. Other people prefer to have their own rights.

In the past, Wang Luan was almost abandoned by the family, but now it is different. So, does she still think the same as before?

Wang Luan felt that what the beautiful young man said was a bit of a middle ground. "Crawling under your feet and holding you up high" was a bit embarrassing to hear, but she understood what he meant.

He may not believe it, but no matter how the Wang family's attitude towards her changes, her thoughts have never changed: she doesn't want to stay here.

The reason for this question is a bit difficult to explain, Wang Luan thought for a moment, then spit out a sentence: "An Neng breaks his eyebrows and bends his waist to work for the powerful, which makes me unhappy."

After thinking about it, only this poem can best sum up my mood.

"What?" Yan Qiongyu didn't understand what she was saying.

Because Wang Luan said this poem in the Chinese language of his hometown. In this world, she inherited the language of her original body, Wang Luan, and can communicate with people normally, but the languages ​​of the two worlds are very different.

Wang Luan could only explain it again in the simplest words: "It means, I'm not happy, I don't do it."

Yan Qiongyu said sharply: "What you just said was another language?"

Wang Luan: "Yeah."

Yan Qiongyu: "The language of your hometown?"

Wang Luan felt that her origin was about to be guessed by this clever man. She didn't care, and answered frankly, "Yes."

Who knew that Yan Qiongyu suddenly became interested and asked: "Can you teach me this language?"

Wang Luan wanted to let it go. Yan Qiongyu seemed to have guessed what she would say, and blocked her rejection with a sentence. He said, "Don't you want someone to communicate with you in the language of your hometown?"

Wang Luan was startled, why didn't she want to, of course, she still misses her hometown very much, and in her dreams, familiar words echoed in her ears.

She was persuaded by a sentence and agreed: "Okay, but the Chinese language in my hometown is the most difficult to learn, you have to be mentally prepared."

Yan Qiongyu, who was recovering her 3S mental power, smiled and said nothing.

The two started teaching overnight. Wang Luan taught and taught, and found that the clown turned out to be herself, and she was the one who was not mentally prepared.

She only knew that Yan Qiongyu was smart, but she didn't know that he was so smart that he could teach him something, remember it after reading it, and he would draw inferences from other facts.

Pronunciation, strokes, radicals, etc., the speed of her teaching could not keep up with the speed of his learning, and she almost hollowed out her head in his question after question.

Yan Qiongyu took what she had written down and commented: "It is indeed a relatively difficult language system. Your unsystematic teaching has increased the difficulty of learning this language, and it seems that you have not fully mastered this language?"

Wang Luan endured and endured: "Is it my fault that I can't write a dictionary by default? No one can write a dictionary by default, no one!"

Seeing that she was a little crazy, Yan Qiongyu is now learning and selling, using the words of Miss Wang Luan's hometown she just learned: "Don't be angry, I was wrong."

Wang Luan's eyes suddenly turned red: "..." Gan, the hometown dialect that I miss so much, can't be angry at all.