Is she really a nurse?
Awakening bleary-eyed, the person who just woke up seed to have rested poorly yesterday, even her gaze appeared a bit dazed.
Under such a gaze, Fu Qian also scrutinized her up and down, calmly assessing the other’s appearance.
Red lips and green eyes, she couldn’t be older than thirty.
Her slightly curled hair was dazzlingly blonde, though it was probably dyed.
Her appearance matched the voice earlier perfectly, the person standing beside him was clearly a young woman, even with quite a good-looking appearance.
As for why he first guessed she was a nurse, it was quite simple— the classic swallow-tailed cap, which she didn’t even remove during her sleep, and her white uniform.
Everything seed different, yet sohow consistent, rely changing the imagery.
If his experiences in the garden were so cult thriller, the scene before him was reset under sunlight.
Even better, like springti.
As for the reason for reconsidering the judgnt about her being a nurse—
The cap on her head was understandable, but a closer look revealed that the uniform she wore seed rather informal.
Tall and slender, her waist was considered thin, yet the tight clothes emphasized her body lines quite prominently.
Though ill-fitting uniforms were common, the degree of exposure was definitively not up to standard.
A large portion of her thighs exposed proved she wasn’t wearing professional attire, more like role-playing.
It was indeed eerier.
Ah—
While Fu Qian was examining her, she also seed to wake up and subconsciously followed Fu Qian’s gaze.
Which was followed by an excessively piercing scream.
...
It turned out the person’s reaction was even much larger.
"Seven fifty-five."
Despite the morning commotion, Fu Qian remained calm and even casually answered the question she had asked earlier.
anwhile, he took the chance to examine the entire room.
It was quite evident.
Aside from the recliner beneath him, a simple clothes rack in the corner was nearly the only furniture.
And the mattress this uniford woman was laying on was just placed directly on the floor.
It was indeed extrely minimalist, reaching the pinnacle of decluttering.
But it didn’t quite match the personality ntioned in the mission intro? Seed a bit lackluster.
"Where are my clothes? Why am I wearing this?"
The woman on the mattress had already sat up at this point, and after frantically tidying herself up, she finally realized the futility of not having what was needed and promptly questioned with a suppressed voice.
"Good question, I actually want to know, and that coat should be yours."
Hearing this, Fu Qian finally withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and pointed to the corner clothes rack.
The reaction was indeed odd.
The person didn’t seem used to wearing such clothes, she didn’t even know why she was wearing them.
Moreover, she was unfamiliar with the role she was playing with him at the mont.
"How is that possible... am I drunk?"
Following Fu Qian’s direction, the uniford woman quickly discovered a brown coat on the rack and hurriedly got up to put it on.
With her body tightly wrapped, her face scrunched up, she began to reflect.
"No, you obviously didn’t drink, I did."
But Fu Qian shook his head again, pointing at himself.
Though it was just a brief mont, it didn’t stop him from assessing his physical state.
Though there was no mirror, the bronze skin on his forearm was enough to tell that he wasn’t undertaking the mission in his own appearance.
In addition to the shoulder-neck issue earlier, the most distinct aspect was the liquor sll, clearly he had ingested a considerable amount of alcohol last night.
Compared to this, she felt fresher.
Besides, he had another important theoretical discovery— though lying this way overnight was certainly uncomfortable, how could the Abandonnt King have shoulder-neck pain?
Not only had his appearance changed, but even his physique was that of a normal person.
...
Surprising.
Clearly having chosen Skill, yet discovering he’s just an ordinary person after entering the task wasn’t an unusual occurrence.
But don’t forget things constantly evolve.
Based on the warehouse principle discovered earlier, tasks limiting abilities likely imply that in His judgnt it would only have side effects, brute-force success rate far less than employing wits.
Even though the character save had issues now, the strength was still undoubtedly robust, the warehouse would still struggle to make a judgnt that would not rely on brute force, especially after going through the trouble of making him choose a Skill.
Considering all this, there seems to be one predominant possibility— the restriction wasn’t from the warehouse, it was imposed by soone else.
The character that could limit the Abandonnt King this much might not be easily identifiable, but was soone to eagerly anticipate the program prepared next.
Consequently, it seed like coincidences diminished the likelihood of this being rely a notable scene from the outset.
"Then why am I wearing this? Clearly not my clothes!"
While Fu Qian felt satisfied, the uniford woman beca even more uneasy because of his words, looking over with clear indignation.
"Likely wasn’t mine either, but I was thinking, maybe you wore it to give an injection?"
In such situations, unstable emotions are understandable, Fu Qian calmly gestured to his body, offering a sowhat abstract explanation.
The clothing was rely one bizarre aspect, the situation before him required explaining.
Soone was on intravenous, soone a nurse, combining it made sense, right?
"Nonsense, does one need to wear a work uniform to give an injection? And how co I don’t recall what illness you had—"
But the uniford woman frowned even more as she listened, finally couldn’t help but stepped forward to remove the empty bottle, freezing in surprise.
"Rember now, I might’ve really been here to help you inject... you ntioned sothing happening today, needed so easing for alcohol symptoms..."
Murmuring to herself, not only had random dressing occurred, but the typical drinking symptom of blanking out also began appearing in her recollection.
The rembered content even confird Fu Qian’s previous overly rough speculation.
It seed she really was a nurse.
In response, Fu Qian glanced at the back of his hand, discreetly verifying another conjecture.
Basing decisions on ntal inertia is undesirable; though he found the uniform was artistic, he didn’t dismiss the possibility she was a nurse.
Because the needle and tape on the hand were ticulously placed, appeared to be done by a practiced hand.
"So was there anything specifically ntioned?"
"No, but you ntioned eight o’clock."
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