Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

19

Ge Xiu leaned against the wall of the isolation chamber, put his chin on his knees and scanned his diagnosis results in a glance.

    Lulai stared fixedly at him.

    His eye sockets were deep, his high and sharp brow bones cast deep shadows and his thin lips were pressed tightly. Although there was not much change in expression on his face, it gave people an illusion of cold and gloomy mood inexplicably.

    Hall was talking in a low voice with the doctors of four or five main ships outside the isolation cabin. Everyone looked solemn. The sound insulation effect of the cabin door was very good. Through the thick glass, only their their lips could be seen opening and closing without a sound.

    After a few minutes, they ended the discussion, Hall opened the door and walked in.

    Even though he tried his best to hide it, the atmosphere that couldn’t be regarded as relaxing still followed him and spread into the isolation cabin.

    At this time, Ge Xiu already finished reading his diagnosis. He stretched his legs, put the light screen on his knees and said lightly:

    “Okay, I get it.”

    His attitude was too unaffected, as if what he read just now was not his diagnosis report, but the recipe for dinner today.

    Hall hesitated for a while, and then said carefully: “Don’t worry, the medical equipment on the main ship cannot be regarded as the most advanced in the entire galaxy and the current medical and technological progress is amazing. No disease is really incurable…”

    Ge Xiu nodded carelessly, not even listening: “Oh.”

    Hall choked. The completely indifferent appearance of the other party made him feel unnecessary so he had to swallow the rest of his words into his throat.

    Ge Xiu sat up, his bare feet dangling by the bed, bones under his thin skin protruding, so fragile as if they could break in one touch.

    Lulai remained silent.

    His gaze fell on Ge Xiu, restrained, powerful, in his dark blue eyes there seemed to be a storm condensing.

    But it was very condensed, as if a certain complex and unpredictable emotion got stuffed into a tough and rigid shell, without revealing in the slightest.

    Ge Xiu didn’t seem to notice his strangeness.

    Or even if he noticed it, he didn’t care.

    His eyes wandered aimlessly in the interior of the isolation cabin and paused for a few seconds in several corners of the room without a trace. There was a monitoring instrument in the isolation room that could observe and track the patient’s physical signs in the isolation cabin at all times. He frowned, withdrew his gaze and then pulled his special protective suit with a bit of disgust, as he complained:

    “This suit is too weird.”

    He swayed his feet:

    “So, when can I get out of this box?”

    Hall hesitated: “This…”

    Ge Xiu blinked and said nonchalantly, “Anyway, in my current situation, there’s not much difference between staying here and staying outside, isn’t it?”

    That’s…

    Hall looked at Lulai, who had remained silent from beginning to end, asking for help.