thefictionvixens Chapter 517 Why is it only Rank D? I refuse to accept this!
Chapter 517 Why is it only Rank D? I refuse to accept this!
"Now I'll start calling roll. When your name is called, come forward immediately to collect your food. Be quick and don't waste everyone's time."
As soon as the female security guard finished speaking, she picked up a light green leaf-shaped plaque from the top of the tray. Judging from the color alone, it was a plaque corresponding to Grade B.
"Miranda".
After the female security guard finished reading, her gaze swept across the crowd.
A short-haired woman stepped out of the line; the long scratch on the back of her right hand had dried into a dark red bloodstain.
She was previously playing a cleaning lady—whose hand was cut by a piece of broken glass thrown by a patient.
Miranda practically jogged over to the female security guard.
The female security guard glanced at her, said nothing, and handed the leaf over.
Miranda took it and saw her name clearly printed on the leaf, along with the letter B.
"Hang the nameplate on your left chest."
Miranda looked at the back of the leaf—there were no needles or clips.
She asked, somewhat puzzled, "How do I hang it?"
The female security guard said calmly, "Just put it on your clothes, and it will hang up automatically."
Miranda nodded and pressed the leaf against her left breast.
The next second, a few extremely fine tendrils quietly emerged from the bottom of the leaf, silently burrowing into the fibers of the clothing and attaching themselves firmly.
Immediately afterwards, the names and letters on the leaves glowed slightly, making them clearly visible even from a distance.
Miranda didn't linger and turned to leave.
Her expression was calm, and her rating was B, neither high nor low, so she probably didn't eat anything too disgusting.
She was content as long as she could swallow it.
"Anders," the female security guard called out the second name.
A blond, blue-eyed young man stepped forward; his face was still pale from his experience in the emergency room that afternoon.
He walked up to the female security guard and bowed.
The female security guard took out a yellowish-brown leaf—rated C, second to last.
Anders' face paled even more. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but when he met the female security guard's indifferent face, he swallowed his words.
Forget it, as long as it doesn't kill me.
He picked up the leaf, pinned it to his clothes, and quickly retreated back to the group.
The third is Wasim.
Its golden-green leaves earned it an A rating, drawing envious glances from everyone.
Derek, the handsome black boxer who was with Wasim, was secretly rubbing his hands together in the team, eager to get started.
After all, he had been working alongside Vassim the entire time, and if Vassim could get an A grade, he naturally could too.
"Derek." As if by unspoken agreement, the female security guard called his name next.
Derek grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and strode out of the group.
The female security guard took out a light green leaf—Grade B.
Derek was taken aback: "Why? I was with Wasim, though."
The female security guard gave him a cold look: "You didn't put in much effort, so getting a B rating is already a privilege."
Derek didn't dare to say anything more, fastened the leaf, and silently returned to the group.
Next-
Maserati, Grade A.
Evelyn, Grade A.
Then, Lin Feng.
When the female security guard picked up the emerald green leaf, a murmur of envy rippled through the room.
Su Wan spoke up at the right moment: "Lin Feng not only handled the patients well, but also resisted many temptations and repeatedly deterred strange movements. He deserves to be rated S-level."
The female security guard continued reading the next name:
"Park Chang-ho."
Park Chang-ho stepped out from the back of the line.
His walking posture was no different from before, except that one of his glasses was hanging on his ear and the other was dangling on the side without an ear, making him look ridiculously crooked.
He raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, trying his best to maintain his composure.
The female security guard picked up a grayish-black leaf; it was the lowest grade, D.
Park Chang-ho froze, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Wait, did you take the wrong one?"
"The leaf card is generated by the hospital's intelligent system, Amansa, and it will never make a mistake." The female security guard's tone was icy.
Park Chang-ho pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "I refuse to accept this."
Su Wan's gaze suddenly sharpened: "What are you dissatisfied with?"
Park Chang-ho's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he raised his hand to touch the area around his left ear.
"I...I sacrificed an ear to get medicine for a patient." His voice was strained. "Why did my selflessness receive the worst evaluation?"
Su Wan snorted lightly and said calmly, "That wasn't a sacrifice, it was self-preservation—or rather, paying the price for your incompetence."
"Otherwise, you would be lying in that patient's stomach right now, instead of standing here talking to me."
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Park Chang-ho opened his mouth, his lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He closed his eyes.
He exhaled a deep, long breath—a breath filled with grievance, resentment, and anger, but even more so with something he didn't want to admit, yet which truly existed.
He opened his eyes but didn't say anything more.
Reach out, pick up the leaf from the tray, and gently place it on your left chest.
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When Hideto Kuroki stepped out of the group, the crowd almost instinctively took a step back to both sides.
The pungent, putrid stench seemed to emanate from the air, causing those around to cover their noses.
"This thing... could it be contaminated? It stinks."
"Oh my god, I really don't want to be assigned to the same dorm as him—forget about him going berserk, the stench alone would kill me."
"..."
Whispers buzzed into Kuroki Hidetoshi's ears like flies.
Hideto Kuroki abruptly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with a menacing intensity:
"What's all the noise about! I was assigned to the proctology department and suffered all afternoon. If you were in my place, would you smell any better than me?!"
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then someone, suppressing a laugh, said, "Good heavens, no wonder it smelled so bad, turns out they were shoveling latrines."
Hideto Kuroki gave the middle finger in the direction of the voice, then turned and strode toward the female security guard without saying another word.
Fortunately—the weird one didn't need oxygen.
Of course, sometimes they will mimic human breathing movements, but in the face of this purely olfactory attack, Su Wan and the two female security guards remained calm as if the strong stench did not exist at all.
Hideto Kuroki stood still.
The female security guard picked up a leaf from the tray—it was yellowish-brown and grade C.
Su Wan spoke up, her tone indifferent: "You did a good job acting, but unfortunately you threw up halfway through, so you can only get a C grade."
Hideto Kuroki gritted his teeth.
Although I was somewhat disappointed with the result, I couldn't really find anything wrong with it.
He silently took the leaf, pinned it to his left chest, and turned back to the group.
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Soon, all the leaf tokens for the chosen ones were distributed.
After scanning the area, Su Wan's clear, cold voice echoed across the open space:
"A reminder to everyone: do not remove the leaf-shaped badges you are wearing."
"After each daily role-playing mission, the leaf card color and corresponding rating will be automatically updated, so there is no need to collect them again."