Chapter 56

Since Shen Shiqian went there on business, he inevitably had to bring other people with him, including Zuo Ling, Li Er, and the regular guest, Xisen Kalisch.

While the others held a small meeting in the cockpit, Feng Ran and Xi Sen sat in the passenger cabin, chatting idly.

Perhaps Feng Ran's previous stress was too obvious, Shen Shiqian had a sudden inspiration and suggested that Xisen change his hair color. Xisen went all out and dyed his naturally beautiful gray hair the same black as Shen Shiqian's, making him look much younger. In fact, he was three years older than Shen Shiqian.

Xisen was unaware that this trip was actually Fengran's suggestion. She assumed that Shen Shiqian genuinely had work to do, and that Fengran was an uncontrollable factor, so Xisen was always worried for her no matter where she was.

Xisen: "What made you decide to go on the southern inspection tour with Shen Shiqian?"

Feng Ran hugged herself tightly, her voice affected and pretentious: "You know, I can't live without him."

Whether what he said was true or false, Xisen couldn't say. He just felt that Shen Shiqian was quite pitiful. Of course, he was the one who got the better of him, but in the end, he was not as pitiful as Shen Shiqian.

Feng Ran brought the robot from home with him and held it in his arms: "Doctor, we have an internship program this semester. Can I try working for you for a while?"

Xisen works as a surgeon at the Medical University Hospital, and also as a university teacher and Shen Shiqian's private doctor. He juggles three jobs, and people who don't know him would think he's desperately short of money.

University professors already have plenty of assistants, so arbitrarily kicking someone out or replacing them would be against their ethics. As for private doctors, in the end, they are still serving themselves and can only play a nominal role.

Xisen: "Do you want to go to the affiliated hospital? I can arrange for you to do an internship with other medical students, but it will probably be very difficult since you're not a medical student. Or would you like to try being a nurse?"

Admittedly, even if Fengran is a genius and has studied pharmacology very deeply on his own, most of his internal medicine work is done with the help of testing instruments. He has no experience in actual surgical procedures. However, medical interns are required to go through all departments and go to the operating table to perform surgery, whether as the lead surgeon or an assistant. These are all necessary processes.

Feng Ran smiled calmly: "It's okay, it shouldn't be too difficult, I can overcome it."

In fact, with Feng Ran's abilities and talents, she could easily be assigned to work in a pharmacy to prepare medicine, but Xi Sen was afraid that the medicine she prepared would come with some strange buffs, so he gave up on that idea.

Xisen sent her a compressed file: "But I still have to be responsible for the patients who come to the hospital. Here's what we'll do: you read these textbooks and materials, and take the midterm exams at the medical school along with the other students. If you pass, we'll arrange for you to do an internship with other people. But if you're not confident, try to avoid being the lead surgeon."

Feng Ran: "Okay."

This wasn't difficult for Feng Ran; she always learned things very quickly, and several of the materials in the package sent by Xisen were books she had read before.

The Carlos Empire's territory is vast, and we won't reach its borders anytime soon. In reality, there's no distinction between day and night during space travel; it's just that the starships have built-in time simulations, so it's time to rest at night.

Because there were many people traveling together this time, Shen Shiqian asked Feng Ran if he could stay in the same room with him before takeoff. Feng Ran thought there would be standard rooms or suites on the starship, and considering his face in front of his subordinates in the military, he agreed.

He agreed, but now, facing the only bed in the room, the silence is deafening. That guy is definitely doing it on purpose.

Although the two had been intimate many times, this was the first time they had shared a bed. It was hard to say, because almost none of the messy things that happened between them were because Feng Ran was in a stable mental state and had developed feelings for Shen Shiqian. Most of the time, afterward, Feng Ran would just watch the mess with a "good show" mentality, and then look down at the disheveled Shen Shiqian and say "thank you for your hard work" before leaving, as if he had just used a tool to vent his anger.

Now, the venting tool has changed into pajamas and come out. The dark blue silk pajamas make his skin look snow-white, and the pointed V-neck reveals his fair collarbone. He is standing to the side, looking at her shyly and coquettishly.

He didn't even bother to subtly suggest that they weren't officially married yet, or that he should sleep on the sofa in the outer room or make a makeshift bed on the floor; it was obvious that he was going to climb into this bed today.

Feng Ran was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

What kind of Grand Marshal is he? He's just a repressed, lecherous old man.

She stubbornly refuses to admit that all of this might be the fault of her scheming and manipulative methods that transformed her.

Shen Shiqian: "Burning."

Feng Ran: "...Hmm."

Fengran reacted slowly, giving up half of the bed for him, deciding that if this person didn't sleep well, he would kick him off.

The presence of a living person lying next to him was unusually strong. Feng Ran stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, feeling itchy all over and even starting to have a headache. It was a headache that was different from the kind of pain that comes from a neurotic attack. It was a headache caused by worries in a broader sense.

She had slept with Basil in her previous life, and even though she was in poor mental condition, she could still sleep soundly. Compared to Shen Shiqian, she was clearly inferior.

Feng Ran subconsciously forgot the difficult adaptation process she went through when she first married into the Sleica family. After all, Luo Le was young and impetuous and was an Alpha. She often got into a fight with just a glance, as if she had an aphrodisiac. The sense of security she had was based on the mental feedback of her body's self-protection after pain and exhaustion.

Of course, basil's pheromones also played a significant role, working better than any sleeping pill. When she held Feng Ran, she felt warm all over, and even the stiffest body could slowly relax.

Shen Shiqian's body temperature was lukewarm, unlike Feng Ran's which was icy. It would only gradually warm up if you kept him warm for a while.

Feng Ran still found it hard to get used to the noticeably muscular presence beside him, and thought he might as well stay up all night and sleep during the day, since it wouldn't make a difference anyway.

She had just turned over and kicked her legs out of the covers when Shen Shiqian's large hand wrapped around her waist. Because her pajamas were too loose, his hand even touched her skin directly, and the calluses on his hand made Feng Ran's backside itch.

"Ranran, go to sleep."

He hooked his arm around Feng Ran's and pulled him closer and closer until he finally pulled him into his arms, pressing them intimately together, as if they were starved for pheromones or skin.

Feng Ran tried to grab his hand, but Shen Shiqian took the opportunity to tuck his fingers between hers and hold it. She thought angrily: I have to find a chance to throw him into a brothel and teach him a lesson.

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Aside from not sleeping very well and occasionally waking up, Feng Ran slept very well. In the latter half of the night, Shen Shiqian's body temperature warmed her up, and she struggled and was too tired to stay awake, so she managed to fall asleep for a while.

But Shen Shiqian's quiet early morning movements still woke her up. Because she hadn't slept well, she had a headache and felt dizzy. She didn't know if it was because Shen Shiqian was holding her too tightly or because his pheromones were too strong. Feng Ran even felt a little short of breath. She sat on the bed in a daze, her eyes still a little hard to open.

Clean and beautiful, it makes your heart melt.

Shen Shiqian kissed her and straightened the lace collar of her pajamas. "It's still early, you can continue sleeping."

It feels like newlyweds, almost unreal.

Just as Feng Ran was trying to cheer up, Shen Shiqian suddenly grabbed her and gave her a few light pecks.

It's already this early in the morning and it's going on and on, isn't it?

The resentment that had been building up since yesterday caused Feng Ran to turn his head and bite Shen Shiqian's neck in that instant.

After transforming the room's intense bitter chocolate scent into a refreshing wine aroma, Feng Ran finally shook off Chen Shiqian and went to wash up. Xi Sen was woken up early in the morning to patch up the marshal's neck, which was barely covered by his collar. After asking a question, he grumbled to himself, "Why did you provoke her?"

Zuo Ling had become accustomed to Shen Shiqian's constant injuries and stood far away, keeping quiet. Although Li Er was not familiar with Feng Ran, he still possessed the most basic ability to assess situations and made righteous and earnest discussions about their patrol route planning.

Seeing that their leader was pretending to be blind, the others below naturally kept their eyes down and didn't dare to provoke him so early in the morning.

Feng Ran was determined to make Shen Shiqian understand the proper master-servant relationship. During their morning meeting, she quietly came to the corridor in front of the meeting room. When Xisen passed by, he expressed his doubts about her behavior.

"You...were eavesdropping?"

It's obvious that this is impossible. You know, the inner wall of this electronic door has a built-in sound-absorbing device, and the two sides completely block the transmission of sound, not to mention that Feng Ran's ears are broken.

Xisen felt a headache and an itch on his head. He wondered if the hairdresser had used a bad dye when he went to get his hair dyed. He wondered if he was going bald. Looking at Feng Ran, who was full of energy and had nothing wrong with him, he felt that this world was extremely unreal.

Feng Ran showed no embarrassment at being caught, and looked at him with a smile: "Would you like to see magic?"

Nishimura: "You have this kind of special skill?"

Feng Ran: "Just a little bit, do you want to look or not?"

"Why not watch it? Interstellar travel is boring anyway," said Xisen.

Feng Ran focused her attention and slightly expanded her perception of the surrounding environment. However, due to the stringent conditions for successfully using her special ability, she could only spread her mental energy across the entire starship. For a moment, she felt as if someone was drilling her head with an electric drill, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Fortunately, even in this extreme pain, she was finally able to see clearly what she was looking for in her mind. Feng Ran stretched out her hand, showing Xi Sen her empty palm, and then suddenly grabbed forward, as if she had grasped a handful of air and handed it to Xi Sen.

Guess what's inside?

Magic mostly relies on visual effects combined with hand movements and various props. Xisen saw clearly that Feng Ran was wearing a short-sleeved shirt today, and apart from a crystal bracelet on her wrist, she didn't seem to be hiding any other props. Her grabbing motion was not fast, as if there was some kind of delay in the air. Logically speaking, there should be nothing in her palm, but he dared not underestimate Feng Ran. This person was full of unpredictable factors.

Sissen shook his head honestly: "I can't guess."

Feng Ran opened his hand, revealing the gauze he had just used to patch up Shen Shiqian's wound.

Xisen's eyes widened, unsure whether to marvel at the perfect magic trick or feel sorry for Shen Shiqian for a second. He glanced guiltily at the conference room door, feeling so embarrassed that he would tear the starship apart if he were inside.

Nissen, you really deserve to die! You insisted on watching magic shows, and now look what you've done!

He looked at Feng Ran, who was still laughing, and felt a cold sweat pour down his back.

Perhaps Dr. Bai should take another look; he thinks the child might have some kind of personality disorder.