Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Rest is All Kinds of Training
“Okay, it’s all set up. The appointnt is at 1:30 this afternoon. Do you know where the hospital is? It’s in the psychology departnt, right next to the psychiatric departnt. If the psychologist can’t deal with you, then you’ll need to see a psychiatrist and start taking dication. The side effects vary from person to person; so Awakeners have ruined their spiritual power by taking dication, losing control over their superpowers, and end up being hospitalized.”
Captain Xiao Ni, who never reveals his last na, acted quickly as usual and took care of the booking details. Last ti Ye Nai wanted to rent a house, he was the one who provided the broker’s contact.
“Alright, thanks. I’ll be there this afternoon.”
Everything was arranged for her; left with no room to refuse, Ye Nai simply agreed.
Just as she was about to put away her phone, a system notification popped up, showing a new ssage in the Awakener app.
She checked and found a 50,000 bonus credited to her account, thanking her for her brave performance in dangerous zone No. 7.
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Ye Nai chuckled; it wasn’t the extra money that pleaseer her but the acknowledgnt of her efforts.
Having had an early lunch, she took a nap to refresh herself before heading out to see the doctor.
It was another enjoyable hour-long conversation. The psychologist agreed that Ye Nai’s ntal state was stable and that the initial psychological intervention had been tily. However, it was best to wait a few more weeks before entering the Secret Realm again.
Of course, both knew that recomndation was easier said than done—it was rely a suggestion. East Ridge City’s seven dangerous zones required her assistance for missions.
During their friendly chat, Ye Nai discussed the necessity of learning ergency first aid, a lesson learned from her recent experience. Although she had purchased dical supplies, she only knew how to apply a hemostatic bandage and was clueless about treating wounds. If not for her Fungus surprising everyone, so severely injured warriors might not have survived.
The psychologist fully supported her decision to learn. Wanting to learn was excellent; she didn’t need to aim for a dical degree. Attaining a first aid certification through a short training would suffice, enabling her to handle ergencies in the Secret Realm more effectively.
Such ergency training was available at the training gym, focusing primarily on battlefield first aid. Additional training included taking care of patients—observations, administering injections, setting up IVs, and asuring blood pressure—all essential skills to handle everyday injuries as well.
This training was primarily aid at private military squads—not every team could afford to hire dically trained staff, and it was improbable that every injured person could be near a town’s hospital. What good is a professional doctor in the middle of nowhere?
Hence, most relied on those trained in these short courses to get by until they could reach a hospital.
After leaving the hospital, Ye Nai visited the training gym to check out the first aid classes. Offering courses here was an excellent utilization of resources, as those engaged in daily combat training often suffered injuries, making them perfect practical models for the first aid trainees.
However, the six-month course didn’t include advanced practices such as setting bones or acupuncture; those were advanced courses.
And these classes weren’t available all the ti; she had to wait for a new session to begin. The upcoming available course was next week. If she missed so classes due to missions, she could join another class with the sa level of progress.
In short, once she paid the tuition, it was non-refundable. She could join the classes whenever they were available.
Having paid over ten thousand for the course, Ye Nai signed up and left, stopping by a hardware store on her way ho to pick up a few tal pipes and scythes with the right feel and weight. The scythes, actually called scythes, were recomnded by the store owner along with a blacksmith’s card—the blade was shaped on an anvil, and if it beca blunt, it could be sharpened the sa way.
The store sold them unsharpened, forcing Ye Nai to seek out the blacksmith in the hot afternoon sun. Once her tools were ready, she noticed it was ti for Brother Peng’s stall to open. She rode her electric scooter over and bought four charcoal-grilled pig’s feet to enjoy at ho.
A bite of at, a sip of wine—now, this was the perfect sumr day.
After taking a day off, Ye Nai resud her regular schedule the following day.
First, contact Sister Qiao and ask if anyone has cleaned up that garbage.
It’s only August, still hot, and there are pitifully few people working. Aside from the Awakeners, who can endure and continue their jobs, ordinary people really can’t manage the work. They could suffer heatstroke just sitting at ho with a fan, let alone wearing protective gear to work, which indeed knocks them down one by one.
Thus, the piles of garbage amassed by the Awakeners emit a foul odor in the heat, and the workers must wear gas masks. They, of course, also suffer from the intense heat, surviving solely on labor protection cooling products.
Sister Qiao was so moved by Ye Nai’s ssage that she imdiately asked her to help out.
Ye Nai cleaned up the accumulated garbage in one morning, which was so foul-slling she almost fainted. When she got ho, she took a thorough shower twice and shaved off her eye-covering hair with an electric razor, only then feeling rid of the stench.
Since she did it herself, the original slight ss obviously disappeared, being flattened into a three-centiter buzz cut.
Much cooler now.
In the afternoon, she went to the training ground for daily training.
She took one session of mixed martial arts and Short Stick Skill each day; otherwise, taking two classes in succession was a bit too much. By alternating, she had a night’s buffer to recover.
Fungus can both kill and save lives; this has been proven. It can help severly injured warriors stop bleeding in ti, and of course, it can also clear out the bruises caused by her falls and fights.
Such performance in the eyes of the combat coaches ant that Ye Nai had an excellent body for resisting blows. She looked like she had taken a bad fall yesterday, but today she seed all right and ready for more.
The coaches were delighted and spared no rcy.
She also went to the shooting range every day. After five days of practice, her pistol shooting had slightly improved, stabilizing at the eighth ring, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t advance further. However, considering her real combat performance with the grenade gun against the Bloodthirsty Vine—hitting her target every ti—the difference was substantial.
The shooting coach, seeing her distracted while practicing, thought she was tired and asked her to rest. Shooting while distracted ant wasting bullets.
“What are you thinking about? Has your passion for guns waned after returning from a mission?”
“No, I encountered sothing strange.”
“What strange thing? If it’s not classified, can you share?”
“I encountered a Bloodthirsty Vine on this mission.”
“Whoa!” the coach leaned in closer, “Then what happened? You ca back safely, so there must be no harm, right?”
“Out of almost fifty people, only three including myself ca back unscathed.”
“Well, that’s what happens with Bloodthirsty Vine. You coming back unscathed is quite fortunate.”
“That’s the strange part. My pistol shooting is just at this level, right?”
“Ah? Did you achieve a good result with another gun?”
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