Rebirth Star Array Master

Chapter 23 Treatment

The holographic cabin training of the mecha driving class has come to an end, and instructor Wan suggested that they take a practical test.

He was told that he must pass the mecha driving qualification certificate before September next year, and Cheng Yiyi was required to take the higher-standard junior mecha master exam. If he did not pass the relevant certificate, he would fail the course and have to retake it.

The students cried out in grief and poverty.

The holographic mecha cabin of the driving school is free during class. If you want to practice after class, you have to rent a real mecha. However, the number of mechas in the school is limited, and you have to queue up if you want to rent them. Moreover, the mechas in the school are all basic models.

It's dusty and smells like sweat after being used by many people.

Cheng Yiyi was thinking about buying one, not only for practice, but she also wanted to take it apart and have a look.

"Do you all have your own mechas?" Cheng Yiyi asked Tan Song and the others.

Tan Song said that he made money as a holographic anchor in the first grade and only bought it in the second grade. He relied on renting school mechas to practice, but the experience of having his own exclusive mecha is completely different from using a public mecha.

Tan Song pointed at the three people around him, "They have mechas before they even enter school. I seriously doubt that they are all the rich second generation."

Zhang Huaiqian smiled: "You are overthinking, I am definitely not the second generation rich."

Yuan Zhao felt that Tan Song was farting and pointed at himself, "How can the second generation of rich people be like me? You have been to my house. It is an ordinary residential building. My parents are busy here and there all day long. They are either wearing work clothes or

Are you drawing pictures, do you look like a domineering president?"

Tan Song thought about it, and several people couldn't help but glance at the last one.

Lyle had just washed his hair, and his hair was hanging down. His baby cheeks that had not faded looked a bit like a puppy.

Especially when his light brown eyes look at people sincerely, others will believe what he says involuntarily.

Lyle denied that he was the second generation of rich people. "Both of my parents are dead, and there is only one grandfather left in the family. He is a farmer."

Tan Song sighed, "Oh, when will the good thing of relying on my brothers to lead me fly befall me?"

Cheng Yiyi touched his chin, feeling that they were all telling the truth, but none of them were credible.

However, she was not interested in exploring their identities, which was a mistake.

She simply searched the Internet by herself. A basic mecha like the one in school costs about 2 million, a mecha with a space button costs 500,000, and a rechargeable advanced energy core costs 800,000. It's a little more economical, but she doesn't have enough.

Money.

Only when money is used will it be regretted.

The comprehensive mecha model she likes costs 5 million, how many blue-replenishing stones should be sold?

There are 3.5 million stars left in the account, and I want to use the school's advanced maintenance room to pay another 600,000.

Two and a half million plus five million and a half, plus two high-end energy cores for 1.6 million, and then the maintenance room usage fee is 600,000.

More than 10 million!

Cheng Yiyi took a breath and had to make more than two hundred blue stones to make up the number. As a maintainer, he would definitely have to modify the mecha in the future, which would be another expense.

It seems that she wants to find another way to make a lot of money. Where will the taken advantage of her come from?

Her eyes were fixed on Shuimu Tsinghua's online name. Isn't this the God of Wealth?

In the evening, she directly sent a message to Mu She, "I need a sum of money, starting from 10 million, to privately customize the mental power to repair permanent wounds. The wounds cannot exceed three years. Five places."

Cheng Yiyi originally planned to treat School Doctor Jin first, but his situation is quite special. He was cursed by an unknown creature and suffered mental atrophy. It is difficult to eradicate it with her current strength. It is better to wait. Anyway, as long as he

No more mental energy is used, there is no pain, and it does not affect life.

Mu She received the message from Cheng Yiyi at this time, and he immediately considered the four words "private customization".

Did Cheng Yiyi lie? Can mental trauma really be repaired? Is large-scale repair possible?

These questions circled around in his mind, and he found that no matter how much he thought about it, he could not get the answer.

However, he has always been suspicious of people who don't use him, and he doesn't trust people when he employs people. Once Cheng Yiyi got on his boat, it was not that easy to get off.

He replied quickly, just two words, okay.

Cheng Yiyi: "You arrange a place. I have to contact people in person to further determine the treatment plan. Saturday at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Mu She: "Historical Museum, Director Wu will pick you up when the time comes."

Mu She did not hide the fact that he was inquiring about her whereabouts.

Cheng Yiyi has no influence. In her previous life, she was always under surveillance at any time. As long as she didn't peek under your bed like a bastard, she could tolerate it.

Some things still need to be reminded, "You can inquire about my whereabouts, but privacy is not allowed, especially if I find out in my dormitory, we are not done."

Mu She smiled and replied, "I understand."

After the date was set, Cheng Yiyi turned around and started doing homework in the mechanical repair department with a grimace. He was interested in studying mechas and doing homework were really two different things. For example, if a mecha was damaged in the universe and a certain part cracked, how to temporarily repair it, you

What methods can you think of.

Cheng Yiyi secretly wanted to write a description of the formation and integrate it back, but it didn't work. The professor would definitely give it a zero mark when he saw it.

On Saturday afternoon, Cheng Yiyi made an appointment with Aunt Zhao to chat again, and it was a normal conversation.

On the way, Aunt Zhao was called to help, and Cheng Yiyi "accidentally met" Curator Wu.

Curator Wu is the person I met during the previous interview. After Zhou Bo was beaten down, the original curator retired and he was promoted. However, with the intervention of Mu She's forces, the deputy curator is pending.

Curator Wu was a little surprised when he saw Cheng Yiyi, and he obviously recognized her as the person who had interviewed for a part-time job. He thought that she was not afraid of tigers as a newborn, but he did not expect that she was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Zhou Bo was forced to resign, which was not unfair at all.

Curator Wu asked no questions and took the people to conference room No. 3. There was no surveillance there, and there were five people sitting inside. Although their hands were not bound, they were all blindfolded.

Cheng Yiyi looked at them.

A stubble covered the lower half of his face, his hair was very long, like a chicken coop that hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and his whole person looked a bit slovenly.

A man who looked quite young was pinching his sleeves unconsciously with his hands. The originally flat sleeves had ugly wrinkles, which showed how nervous he was.

There were also three soldiers with straight backs and one look that showed that they had not retired from the army.

They had very good ears, and when they heard the sound of the door opening, the young one tentatively asked, "Is that Director Wu?"

Director Wu: "It's me, I brought people here."

"Director, can I really be okay?" the young man asked.

Director Wu spread his hands, "Don't ask any unnecessary questions, okay?"

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man is opposite to the young man. He has a very relaxed expression. He smiled and said: "Langzi, calm down. I have tried so many methods without success, so just be a free guinea pig again."

Langzi muttered: "But I really want to get better, but it hurts every day."

"It won't hurt if you knock yourself out."

"But it still hurts when I wake up. Captain, you are so sad and it affects me."

"You brat, I don't want your expectations to be too high."

The two of them skillfully ignored the presence of Director Wu and chatted, intentionally or unintentionally stimulating the emotions of the audience.

They have tried too many treatments, and those doctors and researchers all vowed to do their best to treat them, but in the end they had little effect.

From hope to disappointment, now they are a little tired of cooperating with blood draws every now and then.

What's more, the other party is still being mysterious and doesn't want to see people in person.

The other three remained silent, but their pursed lips still revealed the fact that they were nervous.

Curator Wu quietly handed Cheng Yiyi the voice changer, "Doctor, you can start."

Cheng Yiyi nodded, starting with the young man on the far left, and the voice changer randomly adjusted the voice of an old woman.

She said to the young man: "Come, let me feel your pulse."

The young man stuttered: "What is taking a pulse?"

Cheng Yiyi simply stopped talking, as he would make too many mistakes.

He grabbed the young man's left hand, put two fingers on his pulse, and used a spiritual force to detect the pulse. The pulse was not weak and was considered strong, which proved that he did not waste his body.

After letting go of her hand, she pressed her hands on his temples, "Relax, my mental power will invade your spiritual world next, don't reject it."

The young man tensed up for a moment. The hand pressing on his temple was not rough, but a little soft, not like an old man's hand at all. There was also a vague fragrance. He realized that the person in front of him might be a young man, or even a man.

young woman.

The young man who had been single for many years blushed awkwardly.

Cheng Yiyi was invading the young man's spiritual world, and she happened to see two flashing scenes. She slapped him on the head and said, "Concentrate, don't think about pornographic waste."

The young man scratched his face with a smile and tried to clear his mind.

There is no spiritual lock in their spiritual world. Cheng Yiyi can easily enter the young man's spiritual world and see everything with a single glance.

The huge spiritual world of young people is not only barren, but also covered with heavy gray fog. This is a sign of the exhaustion of spiritual consciousness. It is not serious. It will still be a long time before the spiritual consciousness is completely exhausted. The reason why it hurts is that the spiritual consciousness is there.

Instinctively resisting, I want to re-emerge, but unfortunately my follow-up strength is insufficient and I have been suppressed by the gray mist.

After checking it, she let go of her hands and tried to figure out how to treat it with the least effort. Yes, it was to save effort, not to be efficient.

There are effective treatment methods, but she is not skilled enough, so she can only treat her in a roundabout way.

The young man who was checked again didn't know why. He only felt that his mental power was a little strange, and then it disappeared.

He asked: "Okay?"

Cheng Yiyi: "Yeah."

"Can...can it be cured?"

"It can be cured. We'll talk about it later. I'll finish the inspection first."

This was the first time for the young man to hear someone so sure that he could be cured instead of trying his best to make excuses. He couldn't help but smile expectantly. The little tiger teeth were so cute. If he hadn't known that he would think of pornographic waste,

He really looks like an innocent young man who has no experience in the world.

It was the turn of the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man. As soon as Cheng Yiyi stretched out his hand, he caught it as fast as lightning, "Sister, do you know how desperate it will be if you can cure it with just one sentence, but if you can't?"

"Uncle, I never lie when it comes to healing mental power. He can cure it, but you can't say." Cheng Yiyi flicked the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man's fingers away, "Do you still want to watch? Whether you like it or not, don't watch it.

Come on, I'm not one of those doctors who rushes to treat people."

(End of chapter)