Chapter 844 - 863: Jiang Qiuqiu Gained an Eloquent Little Fan

On the other side of Q3, at the entrance of the factory, the long line was gradually dissipating.

The prolonged work caused an unnatural flush to rise on Jiang Qiuqiu’s lips. In stark contrast to her lips, her face was slightly pale. Her movements finally began to slow down. Increasing efficiency meant draining more spiritual power in a shorter amount of time. Shortening rest periods meant having to dive back into healing without proper recovery. This was an immense test for a Spirit Healing Master, but Qiuqiu needed this kind of test.

Ting Mo watched her, feeling as though she was overflowing with golden light. Although she rarely spoke during treatments, no matter what kind of patient she encountered, she never gave them strange looks. She faced these people with equal regard and an ordinary, steady attitude. She had essentially appeared as a savior, yet she never carried a savior’s arrogance. Everything was just right. There was respect, and there was compassion.

Inspiration poured out of Ting Mo like a fountain as she wrote down numerous interview drafts about Jiang Qiuqiu. She made her decision. The mining area could wait a bit; today, she would finish gathering information and conducting the documentary interview here. Didn’t Sister Xiao Xiao and the others mention yesterday that they wanted to seize this trending topic of Jiang Qiuqiu?

The trending topic was here now. She could do a side-story interview here, which would continuously boost Jiang Qiuqiu’s popularity while also drawing traffic to her own personal account, laying the groundwork for her next big scoop. Everything was perfectly planned.

The sky gradually darkened. The free clinic over at the Delicious Factory was drawing to a close. Jiang Qiuqiu’s cerebral cortex began to ache, and her Spirit Sea started to tremble. She staggered slightly when she stood up. Fortunately, the robust physique she had developed since joining the Mecha Single Soldier System supported her.

She thought, "Hehe, I’m fine."

The nights here were relatively cool, but dispersing the line was impossible. Everyone had waited so long, and the eyes of those near the front were brimming with the light of hope; they definitely wouldn’t leave. Handing out blankets or similar items was unrealistic. Little President Qian had thought of many ideas, but in the end, all he could do was keep the factory lights on. As long as the lights were on, hope would not be extinguished.

Robots cleaned up the aftermath, and the staff retreated to the inner offices. Little President Qian invited Ting Mo to stay for dinner before leaving, but the young girl was a bit unaccustomed to the atmosphere of so many people eating together, so she promptly took her leave. In the end, yielding to everyone’s enthusiasm, she left carrying seven or eight brown sugar steamed buns that Qiuqiu had given her.

WOW.

Riding in the Delicious Factory’s Hovercar, she briskly returned to the dormitory buildings.

She thought, "Sigh, if only there were more people like Jiang Qiuqiu in this world. If that were the case, there probably wouldn’t be any letter-numbered planets, right?"

Her bad habit of overthinking whenever she met a good person had flared up again. Ting Mo shook her head. Amidst the mouth-watering aroma, she took out a brown sugar bun and took a bite.

HISS.

Her teeth broke through the smooth surface, sinking into the fluffy, soft interior. With that bite, the sweet essence of the steamed bun gently unfurled on the tip of her tongue. As she chewed and ate a little more, her stomach gradually grew warm, and a sense of happiness enveloped her. All her exhaustion seemed to fade away.

She paused for a moment before immediately digging out her camera robot to snap a few beautiful portrait shots of the brown sugar bun. Along the way back, she also wrote a brief review of her tasting experience.

Right there on the Hovercar that very day, Jiang Qiuqiu gained a highly articulate little fan!

In high spirits, she skipped all the way to her dormitory. However, as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, the atmosphere felt somewhat off.