After Xin Zhixia heard the key words from Euler, she had a clear plan in mind.
Without wasting any more time, the foursome stayed in the research hall for nearly an hour.
In short, they communicate until the four of them get off work.
Overtime maniac, truly worthy of his name.
If she hadn't warned everyone to work overtime tomorrow, she would still be able to catch these four people for discussion today.
She has mastered the essence of Dr. Simbalain's performance.
Facing Ola, who is the deputy team leader, Xin Zhixia can also arrange tasks calmly.
And the reaction of the foursome made her feel that the world owed her a Best Actress trophy.
After sending the foursome away, Xin Zhixia calmly opened the panel to check.
As soon as the time reached [20:00], the system prompt sounded.
[The character collapse value has been updated every three hours. 】
[Identity role card: Dr. Simba Rein]
[Character collapse value: 31 (Countdown to next update: [02:57:29])]
Looking at the rising 1 o'clock, Xin Zhixia's mouth twitched.
Trying to recall where such a slight problem occurred, it was worth raising the Honkai Impact Point by 1 point to warn her.
The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel.
Xin Zhixia frowned and held down the conspiracy theory rising in her chest.
After a long time, I had no choice but to give up.
Yes, she thought about it just now, and there didn't seem to be any minor problems.
Even if there is, it should be a big deal.
Then there is only one conclusion, maybe it will naturally increase by 1 point each round.
Xin Zhixia secretly calculated that as long as she kept up, it would only be 6 o'clock at noon tomorrow at most.
Feel a little at ease.
Holding an unusually neat stack of application forms in his hand, he headed to his office.
At a fork in the road, I paused, then walked straight through without changing my expression.
In just one afternoon, Xin Zhixia was completely accustomed to playing Simba Lain.
Open the door, close the door, lock the door, put the form on the table and lean on the office chair.
A series of actions without any pause.
If I had to say there was a difference, it was that she placed the form in a straight order.
It seems to be different from the previous attitude of throwing folders away in the mini-game.
"Meili Hospital is my home."
Xin Zhixia's performance is so captivating that she is forced to load a thought.
After casually glancing at the office, he huddled in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to sort out the current progress.
The next second, he stopped pretending to sleep and opened his eyes wide.
His eyes slowly moved from the ceiling to the table.
Staring straight at the two documents placed in the most conspicuous place on the table, stacked tightly together.
Some obsessive, rigid and meaningless behaviors were something Xin Zhixia didn't often do before.
Always, and now.
To be precise, it started at some point this evening.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, the corners of her mouth raised, and she smiled with unknown meaning.
Then he sat up straight and stopped thinking about progress.
I lit the lamp next to me, picked up the pen beside me, and started to fill in the application form while thinking about it.
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About an hour later, Xin Zhixia rubbed her wrist.
Read through the application form you filled out.
There are five copies in total, and the injection persons above are the members of the quartet and Simba Lain.
Four of the users' sections are temporarily blank.
One of them says Phytolacca.
As for the application declaration, it is densely packed with text, with completely different versions of the long essay.
Xin Zhixia nodded with great satisfaction.
He stood up and looked around the office, thoughtfully, and then stuffed the five forms together with the two pieces of information into the filing cabinet on the side.
Mixed into the vast ocean of information was information belonging to Xin Zhixia.
To do all this, raise your wrist to check the time.
It was already a quarter past nine in the evening.
Special hospitals, lights out at ten o'clock at night.
At this point in time, most of the doctor NPCs have retired, leaving only the staff on duty every night and the patrolling guards.
Although it is not completely lights out, it still gives players opportunities and brings some crises.
But to her, it didn't matter.
Dr. Simbalein only has opportunities, not crises.
As a maniac who works overtime and hangs out in special hospitals during off-duty hours, is there anything wrong with that?
What's more, she had earlier switched her duty hours with Ms. Vera, who had to work overtime tomorrow.
If Xin Zhixia wants, she can even dance arrogantly in the special hospital.
Thinking of this, he held up two oil lamps with a calm expression.
Lock the door and walk outside.
Now, it's time for her to pamper a certain cutie.
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On the way to Ward 1, no NPC appeared, only one person's footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Xin Zhixia walked slowly, frowning as if aware of something, and listened attentively.
Then he suddenly looked back.
But it was nothingness.
The corridor was empty, with only a few oil lamps that had been turned on at unknown times, emitting a faint light dutifully.
She just felt that there seemed to be a line of sight watching her.
Xin Zhixia was silent for a while, her heartbeat quickened, and she looked around for a moment.
Take a deep breath and squeeze the handle of the oil lamp tightly.
His eyes were staring motionlessly at the flickering lights ahead, his eyes gradually becoming trance-like.
The medieval-style scenes and the traces of modernity are separated, blended, and pulled apart in her eyes.
It wasn't until the metal handle creaked unbearably that she suddenly came back to her senses.
Xin Zhixia's eyes fluctuated with the light, and slowly became clearer.
For a moment, he stopped playing the role and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
Parts of the five sets of research reports I saw in the afternoon emerged before my eyes.
"It starts from nothing and gradually gets worse."
Xin Zhixia felt deeply and couldn't help but think of someone's severe symptoms.
She shook her head, and the thoughts of sympathy separated her from the panic.
With a gentle smile on her lips again, she headed towards her destination.
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At this time, Phytolacca has checked the bracelet for the Nth time to confirm the current specific time.
It is accurate to the second.
[21:20:41]
Staring at this moment on the bracelet, Phyllanthus' face turned red inexplicably, and his heart was filled with joy.
Shang Lu finally couldn't hold it back, buried his head in bed and closed his eyes.
After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Enough is enough, don't go too far."
The tone was dull and the words were full of contempt.
The love brain's ability to make up for it was to the extent that even he sincerely admired it.
Just a series of numbers can be associated with words.
However, this is not the point.
The point is, Xin Yi's "Later" actually lasted nearly two and a half hours.
Days pass like years, and one day without seeing each other is like three autumns.
Switching to the love brain, seconds become like years, and my heart will be broken if I don't see you for a second.
Phytolacca was forced to feel deeply.
With messy hair on his head, he got out of the quilt and started calculating again.
When I was experiencing my 40th heartbreak, there was a knock on the door.
[21:21:21]
Shang Lu sighed and held his forehead, but couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising and rushed straight to the door without hesitation.
I even forgot to tidy up my appearance.
He only had time to confirm that Xin Yi was outside the door before he opened the door.
outside the door.
Although Xin Zhixia's smile was gentle, her nerves were tense and she did not forget to pay attention to what was going on around her.
When I saw someone's image, I was stunned for a moment, and then a smile came straight to my eyes.
"Don't tell me, your image is really cute."
As he chuckled, he also let go of his guard.
