After sending Luo Yuan away, Pei Ji returned to the corridor and unexpectedly saw Shen Que chatting with another acquaintance.

"Doctor Li?"

He walked quickly to Shen Que's side, subconsciously pulled the Omega into his arms, released a little pheromone, and wrapped him up.

"You're here so early?"

Charles Li Li glanced at Pei Ji, expressing his disdain for the child's boring behavior of enclosure, but still nodded politely at him.

"Young Lord, good afternoon. The Lord said he had a cerebral hemorrhage last night and asked me to bring some medicine to him in advance."

"Cerebral hemorrhage?" Pei Ji frowned. "That old man is more like having a seizure."

He lowered his head and asked Shen Que again: "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Doctor Li took the initiative to explain, "I'm asking about the commander's recent physical condition and preparing for future treatment."

"After all, I have his medical records, so he's already my patient."

Pei Ji immediately asked, "How is he feeling? He's been taking his medicine well lately, and the recipes are prepared according to your recommendations."

Shen Que looked at Pei Ji, a glimmer in his eyes, like the shadow of the setting sun.

He had just learned that he had a doctor.

When I was discharged from Messiah Hospital, the doctor on the main planet had advised me, "The medical cabin and medicine can only treat physical injuries. As for recovering your mental strength, it would be best to have an experienced doctor treat you."

But at that time, the matching results of the optical computer had just come out, and the negotiations between the Queen and Baishaxing were not pleasant.

In order not to cause trouble for the Queen, Shen Que did not ask for more doctors.

What's more, there are few precedents of recovering mental power after damage in the entire galaxy.

It's like a gift from God to you.

It’s gone, it’s gone.

However, his medical records still followed him to Baisha Star.

And, it was handed over to the lord's personal physician.

Doctor Li's slow voice sounded, "The Commander has adapted quite well to the environment of Baisha Star. He has not suffered from any acclimatization or stress reactions."

"Once you're done with this busy period, come to me for further treatment. Don't neglect the medicine and diet. Only when your body is in good condition can your mental strength recover."

Pei Ji nodded.

After Dr. Li left, Shen Que suddenly asked Pei Ji, “Do you know that my mental strength is damaged?”

Pei Ji was stunned for a moment: "I didn't know before."

"Before?"

Pei Ji paused for a moment. "That day, when you refused to control Eclipse Sky, I started to think it was not right. So I contacted Dr. Li, and through his personal connections, I contacted your attending physician at Messiah, and finally confirmed it."

——It turns out that the vague "mental trauma" in Shen's medical records refers to the complete damage to mental power, which makes synaptic connections incapable.

Many questions rushed into Pei Ji's mind at that moment.

Why was he injured so badly? He wasn't a single soldier on the front lines, so why did his mental strength suffer such profound damage?

But in the end, all the doubts fermented into deep worry.

It's really annoying.

If a commander has no mental strength, what's the difference between that and being useless?

So he called Shafiya immediately.

…

The afternoon sun enveloped the two of them warmly.

Pei Ji lowered his head and looked at Shen Que.

The person next to him didn't react to his answer, and there was no fluctuation on his calm and pale face.

Like countless times before, his Omega once again wrapped himself and all his emotions tightly.

"Don't overthink it."

A strong and powerful arm suddenly pulled Chen Que forward.

The commander, still lost in his own thoughts, nearly stumbled.

Demi and Anya behind them gasped in shock: "Admiral!"

"Sorry, sorry."

Pei Ji continued to push the person forward with all his might, but his strength was a little less.

He lowered his head and leaned close to Shen Que's ear.

"Why do you look so miserable? It's not like I don't want you because I don't have the mental strength."

"Your mission today is not to go to the battlefield, but to avoid stepping on my feet during the opening dance."

"Dancing doesn't require any mental energy, right?"

The corners of Alpha's mouth curled up again, with a fearless and ruffian air that belonged to a young man.

At that moment, Shen Que suddenly had an absurd illusion.

It seems that having no mental strength is really not a big deal.

At the same time, he subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

Did he look... miserable?

…

There are still thirty minutes until dinner.

The gorgeously dressed guests moved from Green Mo Garden to the largest banquet hall in Bright Moon Palace one after another.

The crowd was bustling.

Old Hall stood at the door of the lounge, facing the three maids, and spoke seriously.

"Next, we will face an extremely important banquet!"

"Lords, generals, merchants... and countless interstellar paparazzi."

"It's a challenge! But it's also an opportunity."

"Everyone, please be at your best and assist the Admiral and his wife to ensure the perfect completion of this banquet."

"Remember your mission tonight?!"

The three maids nodded heavily.

Demi raised her head, "Follow the Admiral closely, keep an eye on his every move, and make sure he keeps talking less, drinking less, and doesn't run away!"

Anya tugged at the hem of her skirt. "Always follow Madam, and make sure the distance between Madam and the Admiral doesn't exceed three meters, and the time they're apart doesn't exceed three minutes."

Phil crossed his shoulders and nodded, "Pay attention to the movements of all the interstellar paparazzi. Make sure their cameras accurately capture every loving scene between the admiral and his wife, and completely defeat the online black search!"

Old Hall nodded with satisfaction.

"Whether we can reverse the admiral's reputation depends on tonight. It depends on us!"

…

One minute left until dinner.

In the banquet hall.

The lights suddenly went out, and the towering dome slowly opened, revealing the bright moon hanging in the sky.

The noisy crowd suddenly became silent.

The veil-like moonlight poured down from the dome, creating a white circular stage on the glittering marble floor.

The sound of crisp footsteps was heard.

Pei Ji, wearing a black military uniform, walked into the center of the stage holding his Omega.

The stuck fingertips separated, Pei Ji took a step back, put his left hand behind his back, spread out his right hand, and raised it above his head.

For the first time, that arrogant head lowered to someone other than the Queen and his parents.

Shen stood in front of him, the star emblem on the white military uniform shining brightly in the moonlight.

His cold gaze looked down at the Alpha who was bowing reverently for him.

The long eyelashes swayed slightly, along with the glimmer in the eyes.

He raised his chin slightly and placed his hand on the hand Pei Ji extended.

The banquet has begun.