NOVEL NEXT 15
“Adjutant Jack, take the Major General to the hospital first.” The male zerg, once outside the Qi family mansion, shed his imposing demeanor and reverted to his gentle self.
Seeing the severity of the Major General’s wounds, He Qin was no longer as composed as before. Carefully, he used his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from the Major General’s forehead.
“Lord He Qin, let’s go to your residence instead. I’ve already informed the Major General’s private doctor to meet us there,” Jack suggested calmly while piloting the aircraft.
Having accompanied the Major General for many years, Jack knew that these injuries were relatively light. During previous punishments administered personally by the Qi family head, the father and son had endured much more than whipping. The interrogation techniques used on spies were also employed, resulting in far worse outcomes.
“Hurry up; they don’t look well at all,” He Qin said, struggling to contain his anger. Though he had seen many soldiers die tragically on the battlefield, he had never witnessed an Imperial hero being tortured so cruelly.
Any positive impression he had of Imperial males from meeting the refined Ryan was now completely shattered.
Despite having a private doctor assigned, the Major General rarely needed his services. However, upon receiving Jack’s urgent message, Dr. Buya treated the matter with utmost seriousness. He quickly packed the necessary equipment into his spatial ring and rushed to arrive at He Qin’s residence ahead of them, waiting at the gate.
Typically, a zerg’s regenerative abilities would stop the bleeding. However, it seemed something had been sprinkled into Rhys’ wounds, impeding healing and causing significant blood loss along the way.
The house had just undergone a basic cleaning that day, leaving the guest room unprepared. He Qin had no choice but to place the injured zergs in the master bedroom.
The significance of a bedroom to a male was well understood among Imperial zergs. Jack did not expect Lord He Qin to allow an unfamiliar zerg into his room, even for urgent treatment.
“Buya, check on the female father first,” Rhys said, lying face down due to the severe injuries on his back. Despite the pain, he gave the concerned male a reassuring glance and instructed the zerg doctor to treat his unconscious female father first.
His own regenerative abilities were still functioning, but Rhys was more worried about his female father, whose numerous injuries and impaired recovery required urgent attention.
Buya retrieved a bottle of medicine from his spatial ring. “External injuries are easy to handle. This is a bottle of my custom-made healing potion. A few sprays on the wounds will close them quickly.”
Having been a military doctor for nearly a decade, such issues were well within his expertise.
Once the external injuries were mostly healed, Buya retrieved a device resembling a scanner from his spatial ring. Upon seeing the readings on the screen, his expression grew serious.
“However, the troublesome part is that your female father seems to have completely lost his regenerative abilities. There are many internal and old injuries.”
“Is there a solution?” Rhys, ignoring his own wounds, tried to lift himself up, seemingly intent on getting out of bed. He was indeed anxious, having been aware of his female father’s injuries but not their severity.
Seeing the Major General acting rashly, neither Adjutant Jack nor Buya dared to intervene. Thankfully, the male zerg stepped forward, firmly pressing the Major General back onto the bed.
“He just needs proper rest. I’ll give you a treatment plan; just follow it to take care of your female father when you get back.”
In zerg society, it was common for unwanted female zergs to be continually tortured by their masters until their bodies could no longer endure, leading to death. It was unexpected for the Imperial Major General’s female father to receive such treatment.
“More importantly, your wounds seem quite troublesome,” Buya said, giving the nearby female zerg a nutrient injection before moving to Rhys’ side. He pushed up his glasses, closely examining the Major General’s back wounds.
Hearing the doctor’s assessment, He Qin grew anxious, grabbing the instrument from Dr. Buya to examine the wounds himself.
“Doctor, the shiny particles in Major General Rhys’ wounds look like…” He Qin trailed off, realizing that these glittering particles were the cause of the delayed healing.
“It’s B6, a glass product that inhibits female zergs’ regenerative abilities.”
“B6?”
“Yes, B6 is used by the Empire to punish criminals. After inflicting wounds, they fill the injuries with sand-like B6 particles. This prevents the wounds from healing and causes continuous pain.”
“The worst part is that these particles can only be removed with precision tweezers under a magnifying glass or microscope. Many female zergs who committed crimes often die from the incessant torture.”
The more He Qin listened, the more horrified he became, feeling a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow. This society was terribly unfair to female zergs. Even a highly ranked Major General had no protection from being at the mercy of a male zerg’s whims at home.
The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. He genuinely felt sorrow for him. Somehow, the importance of Major General Rhys had grown in He Qin’s heart. Seeing the Major General in distress, He Qin developed a determination to use his status as an A-class male zerg to rescue Rhys and his father from the Qi family’s hellish grip.
Dr. Buya delicately used a fine pair of tweezers to work on Rhys’ wounds. Despite his careful movements, removing the sand-like B6 particles embedded in every crevice of the wounds caused unavoidable secondary harm to the Major General.
Sweat beaded on Buya’s forehead as he worked intently, and Major General Rhys, unable to endure the meticulous agony, let out a low growl of pain.
He Qin, unable to calm his nerves, paced back and forth in the spacious bedroom.
Despite gritting his teeth to endure the pain, Major General Rhys couldn’t ignore the male zerg’s figure pacing before him. With a long sigh, he finally spoke up to comfort him, “Lord He Qin, could you lend me your hand?”
“Oh, of course.” Though unsure why the major general needed his hand, He Qin walked to the bedside and obediently extended his hand.
He Qin awkwardly stretched out his hand, noticing the major general first purse his lips into a faint smile, then grasp his hand firmly.
Pulled suddenly, the male zerg’s body tilted toward the bed, but fearing to crush the injured Rhys, he swiftly adjusted his balance.
In the end, the two held hands tightly, with He Qin half-sitting on the bed, exchanging warm, affectionate glances.
Dr. Buya now felt like a glaring third wheel, standing between the two, hastening his movements to clean the wound.
The major general, in his prime, possessed an exceptional recovery ability, one of the best among the Zerg. Given enough time, the bruised and swollen area on his knee returned to its natural color.
Once Dr. Buya had cleaned the B6 particles hindering the healing, the skin on Rhys’ back swiftly regained its smoothness and firmness.
“Major General, this list contains the medications your female father needs.”
Dr. Buya, noticing the two still holding hands, handed the prescription to the major general and sensibly said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back. I have other patients waiting.”
In truth, there were no other patients.
Dr. Buya was the major general’s personal physician, and Rhys rarely required his services. Most of Buya’s time was spent in the lab researching new medicines.
Receiving the major general’s meaningful glance, he quickly fabricated a legitimate-sounding excuse and left He Qin’s home before the major could have second thoughts.
“Well then, Major General, I’ll escort Dr. Buya back.” Jack, the adjutant, also understood his major’s intent, following the doctor out of He Qin’s bedroom.
From an angle invisible to He Qin, Jack gave the major a “this is all I can do for you” look, thoughtfully closing the bedroom door behind him.