AGN -Chapter 118 Every Time I Drive, I Gain Something

In the consultation room, Luo Jun had already started his “traditional performance.”

“What is this you’re doing? What do you mean my waist has a problem?? What problem do I have??? What part of my body has a problem????”

“Where’s Qin Huai? Where’s Qu Jing?? Where’s Dr. Zhou???”

“Mr. Luo, please don’t get agitated. Dr. Zhou has gone to get the electrode pads,” a nurse’s voice came from inside the room.

“What electrode pads? I said I don’t want electrode pads!”

Just as Qin Huai tried to press his ear against the door to hear more clearly, Dr. Zhou hurried over. Upon seeing Qin Huai and Qu Jing, he looked as if he had seen saviors.

“Little Qin Master, Dr. Qu, you’re finally here! I thought you weren’t coming today—I was scared to death.” Dr. Zhou exaggeratedly patted his chest and shouted into the consultation room, “Nurse Liu, don’t handle it yourself—let me.”

Dr. Zhou pushed the door open. As he stepped into the room, he turned back with a smile and said to Qu Jing, “Dr. Qu, I heard your paper has been published—congratulations!”

Then the door closed.

Qu Jing stood at the doorway, silently staring at the door for a few seconds before slowly speaking, “I’ve written another new paper recently.”

Qin Huai quickly chimed in, “Your dedication is really beyond what we can compare to. I and… Xiao Zheng (Little Zheng Master) slipped away this afternoon—we really couldn’t stand making pastries every day. If I had to work daily, write papers, and do research, I definitely couldn’t handle it.”

Qin Huai realized something—he might think he was a master of lies, but Qu Jing was truly on another level.

With a mask covering most of her face, as long as her eyes didn’t change and her tone remained steady, her lies were completely indistinguishable.

Even when exposed by friends, she could instantly cover it up.

“I heard that doctors need a certain number of papers for promotions,” Qin Huai tried to make small talk. “That’s what TV shows say.”

Qu Jing nodded. “There are requirements for both quantity and quality, as well as experience and achievements.”

“I actually already have enough papers,” Qu Jing said. “And given my age, my current title is already quite good. I don’t have much need for promotion—I simply enjoy writing papers.”

Qin Huai: “……”

That was even more outrageous than a top student saying they simply love studying.

“Qin Huai, you should understand,” Qu Jing continued. “I heard from Mr. Cao and others that you finish work at noon every day and spend the afternoon developing new pastries.”

“Before it was steamed buns, and now… still steamed buns. Everyone says you really like buns. The fermented rice buns you sell in the morning are also prepared in the afternoon.”

“I believe you must really enjoy making pastries.”

Qin Huai: Not really.

To be honest, the reason I work overtime every afternoon is because a system assigns side quests with many pastries to learn—I have no choice.

If you think I’m working hard, please have mercy and tell me what the flavor in your memory really is.

Just as Qin Huai was thinking about how to steer the conversation away, Luo Jun’s dissatisfied voice came from inside:

“Can you two talk about something people can actually understand? You’re here to accompany me for therapy. I don’t like what you were talking about—change the topic.”

Qu Jing leaned closer to the door and smiled. “Then what would you like to hear, Mr. Luo?”

Luo Jun said energetically, “What kind of weird things has Qin Huai been making lately? Birds, flowers, fish, insects—if I liked those, I’d buy real ones. Xiao Qu, pick a pastry you like—something Qin Huai hasn’t made before—and have him learn to make it. Let him create something new.”

Qin Huai: !

As expected of you!

Only you could think of such a clever way to exploit the system’s task.

Qu Jing said helplessly, “Mr. Luo, it’s one thing for you to make things difficult for me, but why are you making things difficult for Qin Huai as well? He’s not even paid by our hospital.”

“He’s paid by me,” Luo Jun said matter-of-factly. “He’s my distant grandnephew. My inheritance will all go to him in the future. Asking him to make a few new pastries—what’s the big deal?”

Qu Jing couldn’t help but glance at Qin Huai.

Qin Huai: “……”

Is this generational advantage something you absolutely must claim?

He nodded reluctantly.

Qu Jing thought for a moment. “But I don’t really have any particular favorite pastries. I already think Qin Huai’s glutinous rice cakes are very good, and the jujube yam cakes are also delicious.”

“There must be something. Think carefully.”

After some effort, Qu Jing said uncertainly, “Glutinous rice cake with jujube and yam flavor?”

Qin Huai: “……”

Zheng Siyuan, I’m sorry—but for the sake of the side quest, I have to make a dish that goes against your ancestors’ tradition.

“Is that flavor a bit strange?” Qu Jing asked Qin Huai somewhat shyly.

Qin Huai forced a smile and firmly shook his head. “Not strange at all. Not strange at all!”

After Luo Jun’s therapy session ended, Qu Jing escorted them all the way to the underground parking garage and watched them leave.

After the car drove away from the hospital, Luo Jun finally spoke coldly from the passenger seat:

“Why did Qu Jing first explain her paper to you?”

Qin Huai recounted everything he had heard at the office door and their conversation on the way over.

Leaning back in his seat, Luo Jun looked out the window. “What do you think?”

“I suspect Qu Jing doesn’t actually have ultraviolet allergy. She wraps herself up so tightly to hide something else,” Qin Huai said. “That hidden thing is probably the secret you mentioned.”

Luo Jun nodded slightly. “Smarter than Chen Huihong.”

Qin Huai: …No need to diss her like that.

“But if she’s deliberately hiding herself and fabricating a reasonable lie to deceive everyone, it clearly means she doesn’t want anyone to know. If we force her to talk, she might cut ties with us completely. Secrets like that are hard to uncover if she won’t speak,” Qin Huai added.

“No one said you have to uncover it right now,” Luo Jun replied. “Your priority is to recreate the flavor of her memories. No one’s telling you to ignore your system’s shortcut and do things the hard way.”

“The funds for the welfare home have already been transferred. Next week, go there again as my heir—audit the accounts and build rapport with the dean.”

“Isn’t that what you’re best at? Bring some buns, those ugly fish and flowers you’ve been making lately, and try to find out what Qu Jing liked to eat as a child.”

“Don’t just focus on my task. I’ve already said my side quest isn’t important. Even if you complete it and see my memories, it won’t matter—I haven’t lost my memory.”

“Put more effort into Qu Jing’s side quest. Haven’t you already triggered it? When my task triggered, you immediately asked questions and even brought Xiao Zheng all the way from Suzhou to learn pastry techniques.”

“But when Qu Jing’s task triggered, you acted like nothing happened. Even today, you didn’t bring it up unless I asked.”

“Let me tell you—after Qu Jing awakens and passes away, her inheritance will still go to you. Chen Huihong may be stingy, but that’s just her. We normal spirits don’t care about money.”

Just as Luo Jun finished speaking, a system notification sounded in Qin Huai’s mind:

“Ding! Congratulations on completing main quest [Far Ahead 2]. Reward: +500 popularity boost, [A fragment of Luo Boyan’s dream…]… Reward being adjusted…”

“Congratulations! You have received: +500 popularity boost, [A fragment of Luo Jun’s memory].”

Qin Huai: ?

Seeing Qin Huai silent, Luo Jun grew irritated. “Say something!”

“…I have a question. Who is Luo Boyan? Do you know him?”

Now it was Luo Jun’s turn to fall silent.

After a moment, he said slowly, “When I first came to the human world, I gave myself a name I thought sounded very nice—Luo Boyan.”

“Later I realized three characters were too hard to write, and I didn’t like writing, so when people kept calling me Luo Jun, I simply changed my name to Luo Jun.”

Qin Huai: “……”

He felt that Luo Jun really had no right to mock Chen Huihong and other plant spirits—your kind is even more bizarre.

Luo Jun suddenly asked, “I only used the name Luo Boyan for one year. How did you know it? Did you trigger another side quest? Can you—”

“I completed the main quest,” Qin Huai interrupted. “The previous reward was [A fragment of ???’s dream]. The ??? should have been Luo Boyan. The system automatically adjusted it to [A fragment of Luo Jun’s memory].”

“Your memory is now complete.”

Qin Huai glanced at the road ahead and sighed sincerely, “I remember the last time I completed a quest, I was also driving while you sat in the passenger seat. Looks like I’ll have to keep driving you around in the future—maybe tasks will get completed faster.”

“Every time I drive, I gain something!”

Luo Jun: ? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻