But after listening to his description, Dr. Pan told him that there was nothing wrong with him, and that his 'minor symptoms' were nothing more than physiological disorders caused by fatigue and irregular diet, and he prescribed Steven some sedative pills and sent him back to rest.

"It's time to get some sleep." Pan Wenqian casually assured him that Steven could only choose to trust his professional advice.

But to his disappointment, after returning to the damn room and taking the damn pills, he couldn't sleep anyway.

God must be playing a clumsy joke, Steven couldn't help but think.

He deceived himself into running away from the warmth and comfort of his home with passion and dreams, but ran into this ridiculous hellhole. And just as he was thinking about surrendering to fate, calmly accepting the absurdity behind the false opportunity, surviving the contract deadline, and returning to Qilian with star coins to start a new life, this sudden occupational disease came to him unexpectedly.

This clearly made him angry and complaining, and he only wanted to rush out the door and curse at Calypso in the shield dome of the field, in order to release and vent the fire in his heart.

"Mr. Steven." Someone outside the door suddenly called his name, and then slammed the door, and the walls of the simple room shook with the sound of a huge bang.

"Why? Is there a tutor? Steven, who was distraught, couldn't help but yell when he saw this.

He stood up angrily, rushed to the door, pulled the door open, and looked at the man in front of the door who was staring at him intently.

"Malvern?" Steven's anger was completely dissipated at this time, and the middle-aged man in front of him was in good spirits, a flat round face was full of energy, his chin was particularly smooth, and he had a funny and serious face, he was wearing a UNDP pilot uniform, and his waist was surprisingly straight.

"Perry. Gomez, we saw it last night. The middle-aged man snorted softly. You must have confused me with that kid's name. ”

"The boy?" Steven felt that his head was as big as a fight at this time, and he carefully recognized the other party's face, and he had already recruited this person in his mind to be the Malvin in his vague impression.

"Yes, drunkard Marven, he has a long face, but he is a silver-like wax gun." The middle-aged Perry said hatefully.

"He's Malvin, and you're Gomez?" Steven stared at him in disbelief, his confused memories and reality cluttering up his perceptions.

"Yes, that's the paranoid aesthetic of the sissies at the Development Committee. A guy like a movie star to act as the captain of a carrier ship, I have to admit that this is a very clever propaganda ploy. Perry's throat agitated, he wrinkled his nose and took a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it out rudely, seeing Steven look at him in surprise, but he didn't care.

"No one knows the poor fellows of the Development Committee and UNDP better than me, oily-haired and well-dressed, but not a woman. With enviably high salaries, they are scheming and calculating, expecting what fitness and mouthwash will bring. Perry glanced at her lips, a disdainful smile on her fat cheeks. And you saw it. He began to wave his fat fingers exaggeratedly, and his mouth was flattened in a bitter expression.

"The beautiful Malvern has just graduated and is fortunate to be the captain of the ship, and the old Perry, who has driven a ship all his life, is going to become a handyman." Perry spread his hands helplessly and said: "Nowadays, even this colonial transportation industry that no one cares about needs the gimmick of celebrity appearance, they decide the seat and title according to the amount of fat on their faces, but they throw all those so-called abilities and experience in that damn Perlman Ice Field......"

The middle-aged Perry's unprovoked complaint made Steven, who was already annoyed, feel like a fight, and seeing that his bitterness was endless, Steven finally interrupted him unceremoniously.

"Shut up, idiot! If you have something to say, go home and talk to your mother! He felt that his irritable emotions were about to start to spiral out of control, and this guy who suddenly appeared out of thin air made his already numb memories even more confused.

"You said you saw me last night? Where is it? Lenny's bar? Steven asked him with a frown, his fingers digging hard at his temples.

"Bars? No, no, that's Malvern's hobby, and as a carrier pilot who has been known for many years without any accidents, how could old Perry have such bad habits? Perry went on and on, apparently noticing Steven's flushed face, but he didn't seem to care with his eyelids.

"It's in the ship, last night, my 'Moonlight'." He finally said. "Maybe it's not 'my ship' in the strict sense of the word, Malvin may have said a word or two to it after waking up from the yellow soup, but what does it matter...... middle-aged Perry clasped his arms and grinned.

"So we've seen it on that 'broken ship,'......" Steven tried to piece together a complete picture of what he remembered.

"Strictly speaking, you took the initiative to find Old Perry...... You see, I was cleaning the cargo box in the hold, and you recklessly barged in to find some package. Perry said.

"And then?" Steven asked.

"And then you don't remember?" Perry rolled his eyes.

"What if I told you I had a memory disorder, and I had good and bad times, and sometimes I didn't remember much about what I had before......" Steven thought he was serious at the moment.

"Then you'll have to heal the damn disease." Perry looked at him suspiciously. "And I have to warn you, no matter what play you're playing right now, the deal we made last night was a sure deal, and if you want to keep that good to yourself, remember that old Perry isn't as easy to coax as those guys with a long face, and I'll keep an eye on you, even after leaving this damn planet!"

"What deal? What are the benefits? Steven felt that the complete stranger Perry was about to drive himself crazy, and the other party just stared at his face.

"When it comes to pretending, you're undoubtedly the best I've seen in years...... But it doesn't matter. Perry looked at him for a while before finally speaking. Do you know why I'm willing to tell you that secret and let you get a piece of the action? Mr. Steven? He reached into his arms and pulled something out of the grand magnetic buckle of the driver's uniform.

When Steve looked closely, it was a thin metal square plate, only the size of a palm, but it shone brightly in the light of the stars, emitting a strange golden light.