The Interstellar's Expert Plant Tamer

9

Xie Sen’s job description at the Care Center was exactly what Yang Shun said. ‘There is no set job.’ He was a mobile person, and helped out wherever he was needed. According to Yang Shun, this way he would get familiar with the various parts of the work faster, and find the department where he fit best.

Xie Sen went to all the departments: physical therapy, recreation, medical care, and feeding. His work included cleaning, adjusting humidifiers and thermostats, feeding, bathing contract animals, assisting with shots and so on. Since he joined, he had been so busy that he had no time to spare, but the rewards were huge. In less than three hours, he gained five energy and currently had nine energy.

All of these energies were gained when he assisted the caretakers in administering injections to the contract beasts.

It was almost four when his bracelet suddenly went off. He was startled, then remembered that it was the alarm he had set that morning. As Adam had reminded him, he needed to rest at this time in case there was an accident.

He ordered take-out under the excuse that he hadn’t eaten all day, and fought for a half-hour break. He slept so heavily that he woke up in a daze only after the alarm went off twice, and he braced himself to continue working.

Once the break was over, he received a new work schedule to feed the contract beasts. By the time he came out of the feeding area, it was quarter past five, only fifteen minutes before the end of his shift. He was desperate to receive the job of shot assistant, since his energy was just shy of 10. Maybe he could activate a plant today!

The bracelet vibrated a little. He immediately connected, and the other party said, “Please go to Decontamination Room 202 to help.”

Xie Sen lamented, then secretly hoped that the little thing in the decontamination room was difficult so that its owner might appreciate him.

There were two types of equipment in the decontamination room, a decontamination meter that used rays to decontaminate, and a contract beast bathtub that used a decontaminant to bathe. The second type was mostly used for long-haired contract beasts.

What Xie Sen could help with was only the second kind.

“Hard work.” The caretaker for Room 202 had a baby face, spoke with a pursed mouth, and looked a little shy. “This time the guest is my friend. His contract beast is a long-haired Chow Chow beast. 1 It doesn’t like bathing, and it’s too lively. “

“It’s okay. I’m happy to help.”

The doll-faced caretaker led him into the washroom. Once inside, Xie Sen subconsciously paused. The floor of the room was almost covered with water, while one person and one dog were playing a game of you-chase-me inside the room.

When he heard the commotion at the door, the dog chaser stopped. He was wearing a wide, athletic, short-sleeved shirt and wide-legged shorts, most of which were wet. He rubbed his head, which moved his inch long hair before he said to the caretaker, “Sorry, Tu. Little Song was too rowdy.” He looked at Xie Sen curiously. “Is this the colleague you said could help?”

“Yes, he is very good,” Xiao Tu nodded. “Hold Xiao Song.”

The inch-haired man squatted down towards the chow chow, which was cowering in the corner, and held out his hands. “No bath. No bath. Brother will take you home.”

The chow chow’s guarded look was instantly gone, and ‘da, da, da,’ it ran to the inch-haired man and cheerfully licked his hand. The inch-haired man held it in his arms.

“Put it directly in the bathtub?” He came close to Xiao Tu’s head and asked in a whisper. The chow chow let his master hold him as his round eyes looked expectantly toward the exit, completely unaware that it was cheated.