Chapter 65

"How are you?"

Fei lowered his voice: "If you want to cry, then cry."

Toto shook his head.

He lay flat on his back, burrowed straight into the blankets, and apologized to him through a sniffle. Surprisingly, he looked indifferent and tired, not sad: "I'm sorry, I don't need it. I'll take care of myself."

He answered many questions in one breath, from the doctor and from Fei. He lowered his hands, which were no longer trembling, and realized that there were many Zerg around him, each one comforting him.

Toto said, "I'm not in pain, I'm fine, I'm okay, I want to sleep for a while." His expression was almost frozen, but his tone was extremely clear.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and if he weren't lying like a corpse, he really would look like he was asleep.

Fei raised his hand, and the doctor respectfully withdrew.

Unable to leave, he pulled up a chair, sat down beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

He grasped Toto's cold hand, which was outside the blanket. Those hands were too rough for a child. The bed was too big for a child, and the hospital gown was not suitable, but no one cared about that, not even Fei at first.

Fei grasped his hand, forcing him to open his eyes. His deep gray pupils, like gray mist or a cold rain, calmly gazed at Fei.

"I'm going to sleep."

He suddenly pulled his hand back and turned over.

Fei wanted to stay a little longer, but he couldn't. He had to leave the hospital in twenty minutes. He had never realized the potential impact of this incident, or to put it bluntly, the elimination of children from the adult insect world. Now, facing this 'orphaned' little male insect, he couldn't be completely cold-blooded.

Perhaps it's because the other person is too sensible.

At this moment, he couldn't help the child much. Thinking about it, he stood up with some guilt and gently patted Toto's shoulder. Soldiers often encourage each other by hugging and clenching their fists when facing their fallen comrades.

I'm sorry.

If only he were a normal Zerg child.

When no one answered him, Fei didn't press the matter; he simply sat with him for 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes later, the doctor moved Toto to a different ward, brought him a suitable hospital gown, and prepared a cozy and comfortable blanket.

Toto didn't react much to any of this.

He was too tired and had suffered many injuries. The treatment device made his eyes sleepy and his body exhausted, so he fell asleep in no time.

The doctor seized the opportunity to ask the commander, unsure how to treat a native: "Sir..."

Fetituo tucked the blanket in and stood up.

He opened his palm, revealing a deformed green medal, which he had taken from Toto. Fei casually tossed it into the trash can and smiled slightly at the doctor.

The next day, the little male insect, who had been lying in the hospital, woke up.

The doctor came to see him, and his attitude was extremely gentle.

"Young Master, how are you feeling?"

Toto threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, a move that startled the doctor. He instinctively tried to hug him, but Toto dodged away.

The doctor told Fei that Toto had left the hospital.

Upon receiving the message, Fei went to the tent in the prisoner-of-war camp.

The tent was damaged by the earthquake, but within a few hours, its skillful owner set it up again. The surrounding tents had been mostly dismantled, leaving behind round craters.

Fei's army was about to withdraw from the desolate planet. Toto was supposed to stay here, grow up peacefully, and then die of old age. But Fei had promised to take him out, so he couldn't stay here. He slowly approached, opened the cake box, and handed it forward.

Toto didn't take it; he even took a few steps back.

Fei didn't pressure him. He stayed with Toto for half an hour, and then went back to work.

Toto felt okay. He had fantasized about this day before. He touched his heart. It didn't hurt much, but it wasn't easy either. He couldn't describe the feeling.

Work, study.

It continues.

Occasionally, insects would praise his strength, or say with a sigh that he had only lost his female father, yet he had already crossed social classes, which was a very worthwhile thing.

Toto didn't react much to this. Occasionally, he would receive gifts from Fei's guards, which he would calmly accept and pile up high in his father's large tent.

To the onlookers, he was calm to the point of being cold-blooded; perhaps most of the natives were like that.

For them, fighting is a part of life, and death is not something difficult to accept.

So after the initial sympathy, a sense of subtle condemnation arose because the person involved was too cold-hearted.

However, Toto was unaware of these things.

The small slate that Xiongfu made was damaged by the earthquake, and the slate pencil went missing. Toto searched for it for a long time after he returned, but still couldn't find it, so he simply gave up looking for it.

The female father's body was said to have exploded with the spaceship. Toto found out the location and went to the nearby forest to search, but apart from the jungle dogs, he didn't find any trace.

Toto didn't know if it had fallen to a more distant place or been eaten by animals. He wanted to go and look for it, but prisoners couldn't leave their designated activity area, so there wasn't really anything he could do.

Everyone is gone, and I don't know what to do.

A single insect at home might feel a little scared occasionally, but it can take care of itself and is fine. In fact, it's fine. The female parent isn't often around either, and is frequently absent, so it's okay.

When I feel unwell, I instinctively want to take a nap, but I can't fall asleep no matter how much I toss and turn. My body feels like a giant furnace, and I'm sweating profusely from the heat.

Gradually, the fire in the stove went out.

It was as if there was a support, slowly opening up, shattering all the bones, which crawled out from his spine, and the pain of his bones and flesh being torn apart forced him to scream.

Toto didn't know what was going on. He heard footsteps approaching and then hurriedly leaving. Some Zerg were giving him water and shouting his name, seemingly saying something like "adulthood" or "cocooning."

It sounds like he's growing up.

In his memory, it seems that some insects patted him on the back and told him about the common knowledge of insect pupation.

That insect never seemed particularly concerned when he was sick, but it always brought some hard-to-obtain herbs. When he was delirious from illness, it would pound the herbs while muttering, "One day I will be gone, and you must be able to take care of yourself."

I tried desperately to remember, clutching my head, and then tears suddenly streamed through my fingers. My throat made a sound involuntarily, as if I were crying. The crying was so loud that it drowned out the noise.

"Waaaaah... Ugh... Waaaah..."

Female father.

He suddenly died.

Nothing was left behind.

Was it that at that time, he hesitated to speak, wanting to say that they both actually disliked him?

But he's been so good. Why not live with him? I don't know. No one told him. I don't want to cry, but I can't control myself. It's too painful.

"No, he doesn't dislike you."

What?

Who is answering?

A Zergling was holding him, his body smelling of wild jasmine, and a warm coat was wrapped tightly around him. He didn't know who it was, but he unfolded himself from his curled-up position and placed himself into the warm liquid.

"Don't cry, my dear child, go to sleep, I'll stay with you."

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