Chapter 17

"I have a pain in my chest!"

Chen Fei clutched his chest, his face pale, looking as if he was about to die.

The silver coins he had risked his life for!

He lacked metal in the five elements, and it was severe!

Now, not only did he owe 5 million star coins to the credit company, but he also owed 2 million star coins to the labor company, totaling 7 million star coins in debt. The debt didn't decrease; it only increased, making him feel even worse.

A white-clad angel with wings, a young lady from the Celestial Realm, flew swiftly into the ward, holding a delicate magical tool and reciting incantations skillfully. Soft light points appeared in the air, converging into a light ball the size of a fist, which then fell onto the bed and quickly merged into Chen Fei's body.

No injections, no medication, no electric shocks—second-tier human-level light magic "Redemption of Light" had an immediate effect.

Chekhov's eyes sparkled, and data streams began to appear in his pupils. He had never seen a young lady from the Celestial Realm, an alien mage, especially one specializing in light magic, on this international medical ship before. They were quite rare.

European old money adored the young ladies from the Celestial Realm, often luring them into the entertainment industry to sell their cuteness.

Taking advantage of her presence, Chekhov gazed at her intently, admiring her face, arms, waist, legs, and wings. "Oh my, this year is going to be great," Chekhov drooled, almost letting his saliva drip.

After the healing spell took effect, Chen Fei's complexion improved significantly, but his spirit remained listless.

Anyone who had experienced such a roller-coaster of emotions would not be in a good mood.

The young lady from the Celestial Realm formed another light ball and infused it into Chen Fei's body. She then put away her magical tool, wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, and smiled gently. "The patient has just awakened and is still very weak. Please try not to disturb him too much."

Casting magic was very draining, especially on the Blue Star, where the laws of nature suppressed magic, requiring more elemental magic and mental energy to achieve the same effect as in the Celestial Realm.

She bowed slightly, flapped her wings, and floated up, quickly leaving the ward. She came and went like a fleeting glimpse, leaving behind a faint fragrance that gradually dissipated.

Chekhov and the female inspector immediately understood the young lady's meaning.

"Chen Fei, you rest well here. All the expenses on the medical ship will be covered by the company."

Hana Gagel placed a stack of documents on the bedside table and left the ward with her team of sunglasses-clad, black-suited personnel. Chekhov glanced at Chen Fei on the bed, who was still breathing, and felt relieved. He hurriedly followed them out.

Chen Fei, who had lost a huge sum of money and was burdened with debt, still looked dispirited and soulless.

"Hey, hey, Miss Hana, what about my bonus?"

Even a rookie like Chen Fei had such a generous bonus, and Chekhov began to feel excited, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

The female inspector seemed to sneer and said in a flat tone, "Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, you and Chen Fei cooperated to kill a metal dragon. The company should have rewarded you with 5 million star coins and a promotion in rank. However, you forcibly dragged non-combatants into the battle, resulting in a fine of 5 million star coins and a demotion in rank. Therefore, your merits and demerits cancel each other out, with no reward or punishment, no promotion or demotion."

"Ah?"

Chekhov was stunned, as if struck by a heavy blow. The young lady from the Celestial Realm suddenly didn't seem so appealing anymore.

By the time he came to his senses, the internal affairs department personnel had already left. He immediately began banging his head against the wall, wailing and moaning, over and over again.

Thump, thump, thump—the Slavic pile driver was in operation, and the corridor echoed with the terrifying impact sounds.

The cleaning lady, who was operating the cleaning machine, scolded him angrily, "Hey, you bear, if you damage the wall, you'll have to pay for it!"

Keep banging, and I'll turn you into a yapping dog.

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One week later, the final discharge examination.

The first-tier magical potion "Life Revival" from the Celestial Realm was completely reliable. Combined with two second-tier human-level light magic spells "Redemption of Light," Chen Fei's body now showed no scars, even the marks from his childhood mischief had been erased.

"What is this?"

The doctor examining Chen Fei's treatment effects held up one finger.

"That's the index finger."

Chen Fei answered honestly.

The doctor nodded, typing on the computer keyboard and continued, "Hmm! Do you feel dizzy? Any pain anywhere else?"

The answer "1" would be 100 points, "index finger" would be 120 points, and if you could describe the fingerprint, it would be 150 points. After all, this was a vision test, not a logic test, so the answers weren't so rigid.

"Not dizzy, just heartache!"

Chen Fei pointed to his chest. It had been several days, and he still hadn't recovered.

He didn't know that the bonus from the Tianqi Defense Group had not been credited to his account but was directly offset against the magical potion. Otherwise, he would have had to pay a personal income tax of no less than 50%, and after paying the tax, the remaining bonus would have been used to offset the cost of the magical potion. The new debt would not have been just 2 million but at least 7 million, totaling over 12 million in debt, enough to make any hardworking tool person unable to turn over.

The doctor released the keyboard and gestured, "Any other abnormal sensations? For example, hearing strange sounds, tinnitus, photophobia, floaters, limb numbness, loss of taste and smell?"

"Uh, no..."

Chen Fei was about to say no when he suddenly said, "Doctor, the 3D holographic projection device in the room seems to be malfunctioning."

The doctor was taken aback and asked in confusion, "3D holographic projection? What 3D holographic projection?"

"Look, it's a character jumping, an 'A' followed by a colon, a backslash, and a greater-than sign, like a command-line prompt."

Chen Fei extended his hand, pointing to the "A:\>" and the flashing underscore "_".

Then he naturally grabbed at empty air.

The 3D holographic projection was just a virtual image, not a real object. It looked real but was actually nothing.

The doctor tilted his head and looked at the empty space where Chen Fei pointed. There was indeed nothing there. He scanned the room and finally said with certainty, "There is no 3D holographic projection here."

"No?"

Chen Fei hesitated and retracted his hand.

"No!"

The doctor's tone was even more certain. He started typing on the keyboard, muttering to himself.

It was clearly there, Chen Fei thought to himself. The "A:\>" and the flashing "_" were still in front of his eyes, and when he turned his gaze, they followed him.

Hmm? This 3D holographic projection can track my pupils. Is it some kind of black technology?

Chen Fei touched his eyes, but he didn't wear glasses. What black technology?

"Um, you can be discharged. If you're not sure, you can get a brain MRI and a follow-up eye exam."

The doctor pressed a few keys, and the printer quickly spat out several A4 papers. He signed the last page and handed it over.

Thump! A red stamp, and it was done!

The discharge standard of the international medical ship was the absence of life-threatening conditions. Subsequent treatment and recovery could be continued outside.

"Oh, thank you, doctor."

Chen Fei took the final examination report, thanked the doctor, and got up to leave.

He saw the content of the examination report, which included "hallucinations."

A near-fatal injury that almost sent him to the underworld, if not for the expensive magical potion, leaving some aftereffects was quite normal.

Surviving such a life-threatening situation was already a miracle; expecting a complete recovery was too much to ask.

Worried, he went to the neurology department, got an MRI, and then went to the ophthalmology department. After a detailed examination, Chen Fei finally rubbed his eyes and walked out.

At this moment, Chekhov had also completed his discharge examination.

"Rookie, can you be discharged?"

The bear still had his arm in a sling, but the "blue sanitary pad" on his head had shrunk.

He didn't have Chen Fei's luck with the magical potion and light magic. Despite his severe injuries, he recovered the fastest and looked fine, with no scars.

He could get out of bed early and run around, even flirting with girls, but his arm would take at least a month to fully heal, and the new scars would likely last a lifetime.

"Still a bit of hallucination."

After the eye drops, Chen Fei's vision was a bit blurry.

As for the heartache, it was all about the money, which he didn't want to talk about with others.

Chekhov asked curiously, "Hallucination, what can you see, ghosts?"

If he could see a crosshair, that would be amazing.

"An 'A', a colon, a backslash, a greater-than sign, and a flashing underscore. Can you understand that?"

Chen Fei could see that the bear was completely clueless, with a blank look on his face.

"..."

Chekhov, who had been in the game for over forty years, was indeed baffled (￣︶￣).

Who could tell Chekhov what these things were? Ah!