Chapter 20: I sympathize with the many female soldiers whose spiritual seas have been in turmoil for a long time...

The next morning, Vian woke up to the faint sound of a military bugle call. Ituran was no longer by his side, and only Vian's body temperature remained in the quilt.

It was just getting light outside the window. Wei An opened the window and let in cool and clean air.

The training ground in the distance was already crowded with figures, and the female soldiers were conducting morning exercises.

When he finished washing up and went downstairs, Yitulan just came back from outside.

The military uniform was meticulously fitted, with the discipline buttons fastened tightly, revealing only a small piece of delicate skin. His silver hair seemed slightly wet by the morning mist, adding a bit of coldness.

"Master, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?" Yitulan walked forward quickly and looked at Wei'an's face carefully.

"Very good, it's quiet here and the air is good." Wei An smiled, his eyes fell on Ituran's hair, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it, extremely naturally and intimately.

"Let me wipe your hair."

Yitulan's body stiffened slightly, his ears turned slightly red, his ice-blue eyes flickered, and he whispered, "Hurry up and eat, Lord."

Itulan brought back breakfast, a Northern-style meal.

There are high-calorie synthetic steaks, nutritious tuber paste, and a kind of bread with a rough texture but strong sense of satiety, accompanied by a unique root tea.

The taste is not exquisite, but it should be very nutritious.

Wei An accepted it very readily. It was still the same principle: those who didn't do it shouldn't be picky about the taste.

"Master Xiong, if I have time, I will bring some ingredients back today and cook it for you at home."

Wei An didn't refuse. He had originally wanted to take good care of Yitulan during his visit. Cooking at home was a good idea.

I didn't go out during my free time in the morning.

He was thinking about the medical situation in the Northern Territory that he had seen yesterday.

Yitulan gave him some permissions. Wei'an was browsing the relevant information, especially the statistical data on the mental status of female soldiers, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.

Data shows that female soldiers who have been stationed in bitter cold and high-pressure environments for a long time have a much higher incidence of mental turmoil than their colleagues in the central star field, but the average level is lower.

Lacking male insects to guide them, they mostly rely on inhibitors to resist, and the consequences are often irreversible insectization or... self-destruction.

The scene he saw in the medical company resurfaced in his mind, the hidden pain in the eyes of those female soldiers.

The Zerg are a technologically advanced race, and most of the injuries they suffer on the battlefield can be cured directly through medical cabins and special medicines.

But the damage done to the female soldier's soul by repeated battles is difficult to heal...

The number of male insects is already scarce, not to mention that this is the cold northern region.

There are a huge number of military females, but most of the middle and low-level military females have accumulated military merits for many years but do not even have enough points to make an appointment with a male insect.

At noon, Wei An also asked Yi Tulan why the medical situation was so bad.

Ituran looked a little solemn.

"The conditions in the Northern Territory are harsh, and professional medical bugs willing to stay long-term, especially male bugs specializing in mental counseling, are extremely scarce. Although the military regularly deploys them, it's still a drop in the bucket."

"Many female soldiers' mental states have long been in a critical state of turmoil, leaving them with no choice but to retire early or commit suicide."

He paused, his voice lowering, "So every year there's a certain percentage of non-combat casualties..."

Wei An listened silently, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the warm teacup.

His A-level mental perception allowed him to vaguely sense the restless mental energy that permeated the base even while he was sitting here. It was like an ocean teeming with potential storms that could cause huge waves at any time.

It is true that this is not his responsibility, but as a doctor, he cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering before him.

"Ituran,"

Wei An raised his head, his eyes clear and firm, "I want to go and take a look. I'm an A-level male insect, and a student in the medical department."

"I've completed my surgical practice course, so maybe I can actually help a little."

Yitulan frowned immediately.

"Master, your safety is paramount. The medical company's environment is complex, the wounded are emotionally unstable, and their mental fields are mixed. What if..."

"You'll be there for me, won't you?"

Wei An interrupted him, his pretty face still gentle and watery, but his attitude was not to be rejected.

"Besides, I'm only conducting some preliminary exploration and comfort. I won't do anything beyond my capabilities. Don't forget, I'm now A-level, and my control over the mental threads is much stronger than before."

Ituran couldn't help but admit this, as he had been with the Lord these past two days.

Even though the Lord did not deliberately guide his mental power, the state of his mental sea could not be better.

Facing Wei'an's direct gaze, he finally gave in.

The male lord appears gentle on the outside, but is actually very opinionated on the inside. Now that he has made up his mind, he can only make more careful arrangements on how to reduce the risks and ensure the male lord's safety.

"Okay, but please promise me that if you feel any discomfort, you will stop immediately. Your health is more important than anything else."

Hearing this, Wei An smiled and nodded quickly.

After getting Vian's assurance, Ituran contacted Ryan again and told him that Vian wanted to help, and then he personally accompanied Vian to the medical company.

The head of the medical company was a senior female military medical officer named Hawke, whose face bore deep marks of years of hard work.

He had received advance notice, and he seemed both excited and extremely nervous about the arrival of this distinguished A-rank male insect. He rubbed his hands and spoke with a stutter.

When their admiral came in escorting a handsome and tall male insect, Hawke felt a little shocked and forgot all the words he had prepared in his mind.

"Your Excellency, Vian, welcome! This is truly... such an honor! However, the conditions here are simple, and there are many wounded. I'm afraid I might have disturbed you..."

"Medical Officer Hawke, you are so polite." Wei An comforted him with a smile.

"I'm a student at the Imperial Military Academy's Medical Department. I came here to see if I could learn something through practice, and perhaps even contribute a little. Please treat me as an ordinary intern."

His words were humble and polite, which greatly eased Hawke's tension.

However, when Wei An actually stepped into the medical company, he was still slightly shocked by the scene before him.

Unlike the advanced equipment seen from the outside, the interior space is crowded and the beds are densely arranged.

The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant and the agitated mental energy unconsciously emitted by the female insect due to pain.

Some of them were clearly still in an unstable mental state, with cloudy eyes and their bodies occasionally twitching uncontrollably.

These wounded soldiers were all female soldiers whose mental seas were in chaos. The advanced medical machines could not save them, so they were placed here and given inhibitors.

The rest depends on their own willpower.

Seeing Yitulan and Wei'an coming in, especially when they felt the gentle yet powerful male insect mental power in Wei'an, the somewhat chaotic medical company suddenly quieted down for a moment.

All the conscious female soldiers struggled to stand up and salute, their eyes filled with astonishment, awe, and a hint of incredible desire.

"Don't get up, take good care of your injuries." Wei An spoke quickly, his voice gentle but with a soothing power, releasing the thread of mental power.

This force was like a breeze that blew away the summer heat, instantly relaxing the tense nerves of many wounded soldiers and revealing gratitude in their eyes.

Vian, accompanied by Medical Officers Ituran and Hawke, was also observing the wounded.

He did not rush into deep spiritual counseling, but only released extremely fine threads of spiritual power to sense the conditions of the surrounding female soldiers' spiritual seas.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

The spiritual seas of most military women are like dry and cracked land, full of anxiety and cracks, and some are even on the verge of collapse.

Long-term high-pressure combat readiness, harsh environment, and lack of spiritual guidance are gradually eroding their sanity and lives, but they can still maintain their current state. This willpower is very admirable.

Wei An stopped by the bedside of an exceptionally young female soldier.

This female soldier looks like she is only in her teens, so young and immature.

It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce battle and was seriously injured, but what was more serious was the violent fluctuations in his spiritual sea.

He closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and clenched his teeth, as if he was in great pain. The inhibitor had little effect on him.