Among the NPCs in "Deep Space", there are two characters with the prefix "magical".

One is the "Magical Ms. Kana", a female professor of potions who belongs to Wolfgang School of Magic. In the minds of magic players, she is a beautiful professor who can cure all diseases and cure all diseases. The other is a beautiful professor who loves to eat.

, that’s Thompson.

In the previous life, after Qin Lang joined, this company officially changed its name from "Venom Company" to "Thompson Biopharmaceutical Company". His main business is to collect materials among various interstellar and civilizations for biomedicine and medical treatment.

The level of research has reached an almost unbelievable level.

There was once a best-selling book called "1000 Questions for Interstellar Survival" that was popular in all major galaxies, and this joke was mentioned many times in it.

"Q: What should I do if my friend is poisoned by poisonous sharks (or various poisonous gases) and becomes dementia?"

"Answer: Ask the amazing Thompson before he forgets how to breathe."

"Q: What should I do if I'm infected with an alien STD?"

"Answer: Well... it's best not to upgrade with aliens easily*. If you unfortunately win the lottery, go find the magical Thompson."

"Q: The Qi sea used for cultivation has been penetrated, am I useless?"

"A: Why not ask Magical Thompson?"

…

Maybe players don’t need medical treatment very much. After all, if there is any strange disease, they can just store everything in the warehouse and then find a place to mine and wait for rebirth. But for NPCs, some diseases may be really serious.

is fatal.

With the money earned from armor-eroding bombs, Thompson just turned his TP001 star system into the largest "hospital" outside the inner ring of the Milky Way. The entire star system is a hospital. Even so, medical appointments can be scheduled

Until two weeks later.

Like the air sea above that was penetrated, Thompson and his scientific research team spent two days catching a planet snail, chopped its tentacles into pieces, and castrated it in pure essence.

Give it to the patient after one month, and the medicine will cure the disease, and it is said that his cultivation will be improved.

Later, under Qin Lang's instigation, Thompson began to study life restoration agents for players, such as medical kits that instantly restore blood, "painkillers" that continue to restore blood to a small extent, etc. Compared with the products for sale in the system store, he

These products were cheaper and more effective, so after a while, most of the potions in the backpacks of players in the entire galaxy were Thompson's products.

Some are even sold as far away as the Euclid galaxy and are sought after by players from all walks of life in other galaxies.

Qin Lang slowly recalled these things and told them. Thompson, who was sitting on the sofa, was excited and a little embarrassed to listen. He was not sure whether Qin Lang was making it up.

After all, my childhood mentor once said that if there is something other than biological research that can cause you to secrete a large amount of dopamine, you are either experiencing the beauty of love or someone is flattering you.

Thompson is convinced of this.

"I'm telling you this, but to sum it up, it's just one sentence." Qin Lang patted his chest and said coquettishly, "I have money, do you want to do it?"

"No."

Qin Lang slapped his thigh: "I knew you would agree! As long as you follow me... huh?"

Did he just say "no"?

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang stared at him.

Thompson stared at the electronic card on the table with a deposit of one billion Galaxy coins. After swallowing, he raised his eyes and looked at Qin Lang.

"I just think you should tell me first, what is the third thing?"

"Oh...oh, that's right." Qin Lang raised his hand and rubbed his face from forehead to chin, then pointed at Thompson with a helpless smile, "That's the kind of character you, Lao Tang, never look at the atmosphere when you speak."

Thompson tilted his head and looked at him.

Qin Lang shook his head and said: "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to get something from you, or something like a virus or bacteria. Anyway, it can wipe out an entire planet's life in a few days."

"Doomsday virus?" He frowned slightly.

"Yes, oh no. Something similar will do, no need for vacuum infection." Qin Lang rubbed his hands and said, "There is just a more urgent task that needs to be cleaned up before it can be completed."

"Maybe I can't help." Thompson pushed up his glasses, "Unless you tell me where you want to use it, what you want to do, and whether it involves a civilized race."

"Comrade Lao Tang, I know you are used to doing business. But in the future, I will probably be your investor, your brother, or even your first girlfriend's matchmaker. It makes me angry just to talk about it. You did it just because of business.

Make your girlfriend angry." He pointed at Thompson's surprised face, with an expression of hatred for steel.

"Girlfriend?"

"Well, an Earthling."

Just as Qin Lang was about to talk to him, a communication request came in. Qin Lang tilted his head and thought about it, said sorry to Thompson, stood up, and pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Xingxun Communications Company is at your service. You have a communication request from the Euclid Galaxy. If you choose to answer it, it will be priced at 0.5 Galaxy Coins per minute. Do you want to answer it?"

"Ah...take it." Qin Lang scratched his head. He had only been away for a few days and the base called?

Opening the system panel, Qin Lang saw only darkness. The prompt above said that due to poor signal in the area, voice communication was automatically switched to.

"Boss! Our destroyer has been repaired and sent back! Steel Shark Destroyer!"

"Um?"

"Uh... Steel, Steel Tiger destroyer?"

Qin Lang's face darkened, and he let out a strange "Hmm~?" from his abdomen to his chest.

"Chief, I was wrong!" Old Wen coughed twice, "I really forgot that this was a steel destroyer."

"Oh, Steel Rat Destroyer." He folded his hands and stood beside the building, letting the panel extend out of the building through the glass. "How old are you? Can you be more serious? Is it difficult to call a leader and let me spend all day?

Correct you."

"Hey hey hey... Ahem, what about that, leader?" Old Wen murmured a few words, and quickly returned to the important matter, "I have inspected our destroyer, and it is very beautifully repaired! Even the various systems and black boxes are in perfect condition.

Cleaned up!”

"That's not true. Do you know how much I spent to repair this ship?" Qin Lang said, "2.6 million, 2.6 million! This money is enough for me to pay you a salary for several years. You can do the math."

Wen Ket: "..."

He still has a psychological shadow regarding his salary.

"You're calling, is there something wrong with the warship?"

"Yes, of course." Lao Wen paused, then raised his voice and asked, "Why did you dismantle all the guns and missiles on our ship and replace them with simulated weapons?!"

"Nonsense, if I don't dismantle the cannon, how can I keep it to blow up my own galaxy?" Qin Lang said with a look of disgust, "This ship was originally a training ship, and it will be permanently stationed in our galaxy in the future, specially used to train starships.

new crew members. The other two are serious service ships!"

"Oh, that's it... ah? Two other ships?" Lao Wen's voice suddenly became eight points higher.

"That's right, Uncle Kuma didn't tell you?" Thinking of the uncle's wretched expression when he asked Kuma to tell Lao Wen about the battleship, Qin Lang immediately figured it out. It is estimated that Kuma is still holding him back at this moment.

Regarding this matter, "Okay, I understand. Just ask Kumar about this. I asked him to tell you a long time ago."

"Ha?!... No, I have to ask him." Lao Wen muttered over there.

Qin Lang sighed and asked, "What else do you want?"

"Oh, one more thing. Boss, you may need to take a longer detour in the future before you can return to our galaxy." Lao Wen replied, "The news just now is that those crazy people from the Abyss Rebels have destroyed the stars in the fifth sector.

The domain gate was blown up."

…

【Upgrade】

The cryptic expression of rolling the sheets on the bed originally meant to open the bed to sleep.

In interstellar voyages, exploration spacecraft usually install sleeping equipment on the cockpit floor in order to save space. During long-distance flights or parking, the driver can open the bed facilities and the cockpit will become a simple bedroom.
Chapter completed!