"Beep… beeping…" The yellow warning light on the scanner activated, projecting a red linear beam that illuminated Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. The machine emitted an electronic voice: ["Beep, beginning diagnosis… condition is…"] Zhang Yuanqing held his breath, eagerly awaiting the all-powerful medical machine to deliver its verdict. But suddenly, the electronic voice stalled—after a few seconds, it resumed: ["Beep, beginning diagnosis… condition is…"] ["Beep, beginning diagnosis… condition is…"] ["Beep, beginning diagnosis… condition is…"] The voice repeated endlessly, each time restarting the phrase whenever it attempted to name the condition. "Hmm?" The female doctor maintained her scanning gesture, glanced at the main console, then at the T-shaped probe in her hand, her expression puzzled. Zhang Yuanqing felt even more confused, a mix of disappointment and growing anxiety—like he had arranged a heartfelt conversation with his girlfriend at a hotel, everything perfectly prepared, only for his girlfriend to say, "I have my period today." Though he didn't have a girlfriend, his mood was exactly this one. "Is the machine broken?" Jiang Jingwei walked up to the cylindrical machine, and without thinking, gave it a solid thump with two sharp kicks. "Jingwei, stop kicking!" Li Dongze was taken aback. This was a high-tier item—purchased at great expense by Songhai Branch from the family of renowned musicians. Support-type equipment wasn't as durable as combat gear; damage was common. "When household appliances go wrong, I just kick them a few times and they're fine," Jingwei added, giving another pair of firm kicks. The female doctor couldn't stand it anymore and snapped, "You!" [Drip... System restarting...] The detector emitted a soft electronic tone, the screen went dark, then lit up again, initiating a restart. Jiang Jingwei beamed with satisfaction. "See? Just a good kick fixes it." Teng Yuan adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "No problem. If it's damaged, the organization will cover the costs." Li Dongze looked utterly helpless. Guan Ya glanced at Yuan Shi Tian Zun and smiled, saying, "I'm more curious about what's wrong with your body." Zhang Yuanqing forced a smile and managed to utter, "Perhaps it's the Scorpio Syndrome, or a deep obsession with the shaping of female human lower limbs by black nylon threads." Was this just a coincidence? Had the machine failed precisely then? He glanced at his companions, all of whom appeared utterly calm—likely viewing this as merely a minor glitch. Only Wang Tai frowned. "Something's off," he said, rubbing his head, walking over to the detector, tapping and adjusting it, then opening the screen interface to examine it carefully. As a scholar of the future forge, Wang Tai had a deep expertise in props. After fiddling for a while, he said, "The detector isn't malfunctioning at all. In fact, given its level, it shouldn't fail at all. You might not know, but props used by musicians are among the most durable, and this one even has self-repair capabilities." Hmm? Guan Ya and Li Dongze, serving as scouts, furrowed their brows and turned to Yuan Shi, only to find him equally puzzled. At that moment, the detector rebooted, and the female doctor said, "Although we don't know the exact reason, it seems everything is back to normal." She then raised the scanner and aimed it again at Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. Everyone else remained silent, simply observing. The yellow light on the scanner illuminated, and the electronic voice resumed: ["Drip, drip—diagnosis beginning… condition is… drip, please avoid…"] The voice suddenly stalled. "Still seems there's something off," the doctor remarked, frowning, as she set the scanner down and waited a few seconds before raising it once more, aiming it at Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. The yellow light came on, and the voice responded: ["Drip, drip—no condition detected. Your body is in excellent condition. Please maintain this state. Diagnosis complete!"] The doctor exhaled a long breath and smiled. "All good. Your body is in excellent health. Please continue to maintain it." "Oh oh!" Zhang Yuanqing stood up, glanced around at his teammates, and smiled, "It seems my health is quite good as well." Guan Ya and Li Dongze exchanged a glance and smiled in unison. Wang Tai frowned, "Something feels off with this device today—strange, really. Doctor, could I stay here and study it further?" The female doctor maintained a serious expression. "No, this device is very valuable and cannot be disassembled or studied at will." "Very well..." Wang Tai sighed and gave up. The group left the examination room, and Li Dongze led them toward the staircase, saying, "The stewards are waiting for us on the second floor, and Fu Bai is also there. The next phase involves checking our mental states. Usually, there's just one mental assessment, but this year, we've added a lie-detection test." He said this to Yuan Shi, the only newcomer in the group. But Zhang Yuanqing simply wouldn't listen. The voice from the detector kept echoing in his mind: The first results clearly indicated that the detector had identified a medical condition in him, and indeed, he did have a condition, so there was no possibility of a malfunction. Yet why hadn't it specified the actual illness? Was it unable to identify the condition, or was there some other reason? As for the second reading, the emphasis lay on those four words—"Please do not operate simultaneously." This suggested that after the restart, the detector had already detected his issue and was ready to provide a prompt. But then it suddenly stalled. What exactly did it mean by "Please do not operate simultaneously"? What was it trying to convey? Zhang Yuanqing grew heavier with each thought, more and more puzzled. A series of questions flashed through his mind, eventually tracing back to the illness itself—the origin of his headaches. The headaches had suddenly appeared one day, when he was still in high school. One evening, the pain had become so severe that he had been bleeding from his nose, prompting his aunt and cousin to rush him to the hospital. The check went from day to night, with every possible device used, and the doctor concluded that his health was good, with no issues. At that time, the family didn't take it seriously, just advised him to rest well. It wasn't until the second episode, when his condition worsened significantly, that Zhang Yuanqing ended up hospitalized. Upon hearing this, Mom finally agreed to step away from her work and devote a little more attention to her son, taking him to various hospitals. Yet no cause for the illness could be found—until one day, Mom returned from abroad with a special medication. It's strange that no cause could be identified at all, especially since she didn't take me along for check-ups when she went abroad, yet she managed to bring back such a special medicine. Now that I think about it, even more strange. And even more surprising—neither could the medical equipment in the spiritual realm identify the cause of the illness! Could this be a common illness? While pondering this, the group arrived on the second floor. Compared to the main hall on the first floor, this space was much smaller. With around twenty patients undergoing check-ups and an equal number of guards, the area appeared crowded and bustling, with people constantly moving. Wang Tai's expression instantly darkened, becoming stiff and somewhat resistant. Zhang Yuanqing noticed this and smiled, saying, "Brother Wang, I remember there's a restroom on the first floor—why don't we go there and take a look together?" Wang Tai nodded enthusiastically, "That sounds great!" They immediately descended the stairs to the first floor and entered the restroom. Zhang Yuanqing opened each stall one by one, checking to ensure no one was inside, before approaching the toilet. As he pulled out the Sea-Stabilizing Needle, he casually remarked, "That detector is quite remarkable—does it come from the Saint Realm?" "Indeed!" Wang Tai carefully turned on the water. Zhang Yuanqing then asked, "At this level, the equipment should have some self-awareness, right? My own rule-based item, for instance, has its own thoughts." "Oh, yes," Wang Tai replied, "It does possess self-awareness—it exists in the form of artificial intelligence." Hmm. So it does have self-awareness. Then it just changed its story—didn't want to mention my condition... Zhang Yuanqing felt a complex mix of emotions. After finishing their water intake and returning to the second floor, they waited through a long period during which one official after another underwent mental evaluations. Most passed, while a smaller group received annotations indicating the need for certain mental counseling. For instance, some Fire Masters were diagnosed with severe manic episodes due to their overly irritable temper. Others, particularly Wood Immortals, exhibited excessive addictions requiring counseling and medication to regulate hormone secretion. Some scouts developed voyeuristic tendencies. Eventually, it was the turn of Team Two. The mental condition of Team Two members was deeply concerning: Li Dongze suffered from a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, Guan Ya had a strong sense of cleanliness and was generally passive, Jiang Jingwei was manic and easily angered. Teng Yuan was pessimistic and showed moderate depression. Finally, Wang Tai, diagnosed with moderate autism, stepped out of the examination room and looked toward Zhang Yuanqing sitting on the bench, saying, "It's your turn now." Zhang Yuanqing entered the room and saw a middle-aged doctor in a white coat seated behind the desk. "Please sit." The mid-career doctor gestured for him to sit and smiled, saying, "You must be Yuan Shi Tian Zun, truly a distinguished young man, a rising star. I'm Sun, a steward from the Chao Men district, specializing in reconnaissance—ranked a Level 5 Saint, and also hold a PhD in psychology. "I'd like to conduct a brief mental evaluation of you. I'll just ask you a few straightforward questions." His smile was warm, his gaze deep and penetrating, as if he could see straight through to the heart of matters. A steward-level psychologist—wow, this is far more perceptive than Guan Ya's shizhang... Zhang Yuanqing sat down and said, "Certainly." Dr. Sun smiled kindly, "Don't worry. I might ask you some personal questions, but there's no monitoring or recording here—only I will know. And I have my professional ethics, so your privacy will remain strictly confidential." "Yuan Shi Tian Zun, 21 years old, from Song Hai, well-off family with a car, lost his father, never had a girlfriend, and his standout trait is a 20 cm height." Zhang Yuanqing spoke sincerely, "Please do expose this information." "Dr. Sun paused, gazing at him intently: 'You're a bit nervous—your off-the-cuff remarks are just your way of easing the atmosphere. I said, don't worry, we're friends.' ...Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, realizing that in front of a Saint-Level envoy, being playful would be pointless. He then spoke seriously: 'Just kidding—let's begin then.' Dr. Sun nodded and asked: 'Do you usually enjoy action films, particularly romantic action films? If so, which categories do you prefer—domestic or international? What age range of actors do you favor? Do you often fast-forward during viewing? After watching a film, do you end up meeting a girlfriend—or just reaching for a tissue?' Zhang Yuanqing was left stunned by the series of questions, thinking to himself: 'Are you really installing cameras in my home? How precise are these questions—every one hits the mark?'