Jiang Si recalled how she had bumped into Agares's arms and smelled blood in his embrace.
The smell of blood is coming from the chest: "Yes, from the chest. The smell of blood is particularly strong. How should this be treated?"
Yan Qi's beautiful face, which had been both male and female, turned serious: "In this situation, the first thing we need to do is to regulate our mental energy."
"But if his mental strength level is too high, healers with lower mental strength levels simply cannot reach him."
I don't quite understand ginger shreds when it comes to mental therapy.
The interstellar era is so different from their zombie-infested era. She asked, "Why not? Logically speaking, the lower the fusion level, the higher the compatibility when fused with a higher level."
"How come what you're saying is that low-level can't merge with high-level? If the higher the level, the less likely it is to be a match, then it's as good as dead, isn't it?"
Yan Qi frowned and said, "My dear, I now seriously suspect that you got into the Fifth Military Academy either by using royal privileges or by using His Highness Agares's letter of recommendation. You didn't even take the exam."
Jiang Si, without batting an eye, spoke the truth, which was quite shocking: "I didn't take the exam. I didn't even want to go to military school. My aunt looked down on me for being uneducated and forced me to come here."
"Otherwise, my husband and I would go to Planet Cor. I'm still in his arms right now."
Suddenly I was forced to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Yan Qi felt a pang of sadness, took a deep breath, rejected the dog food, kicked it over, and continued, "What you mean by lower levels being able to match with higher levels is something from over 3,000 years ago."
"More than 3,000 years ago, our ancestors went to ancient Earth and brought the last remaining people from ancient Earth to the Abel Galaxy for intermarriage."
"At that time, the spiritual power of the people on ancient Earth was pure and stable, and the degree of integration was very high, regardless of whether it was high or low level."
"Perhaps we later became too reliant on technology, selecting gene fragments to create the babies we wanted, which caused mental energy to mutate, and all mental energy was no longer pure and stable."
"This also means that people with higher mental strength levels can only be matched with people with higher mental strength, and those with lower mental strength can only be matched with people with lower mental strength."
"If two people's mental strength levels are not compatible, forcing them to undergo treatment will definitely result in one of them dying."
Jiang Si pondered carefully. According to Yan Qi, her cheap husband's mental strength level was extremely high, so high that no one else's mental strength matched it.
"That person has never sorted out their mental energy or treated their genetic disorder since birth..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Qi, holding the lemon tree in one arm and raising his thumb with the other, cut her off with a "Wow!": "If what you say is true, I can only admire this person for not having sorted out their mental energy or repaired their genetic breakdown."
"Does the Little Mermaid know the fairy tales from ancient Earth?"
Jiang Si nodded: "I know, what's the connection between the two?"
Yan Qi said, "Of course it's related. The person you mentioned has never had his mental energy sorted out or his genetic damage repaired since childhood. He's like a little mermaid who has come ashore. With his powerful body, every step he takes is like stepping on a knife's edge with broken bones."
Jiang Si couldn't help but hiss.
I felt an indescribable bitterness and heartache.
Her cheap husband.
The people of the Trojan Empire regarded him as a god and as the shield of their empire.
I never imagined that beneath his powerful physique, his body was already broken and his mental strength was already exhausted.
"Who are you talking about? His Highness Agares?" Yan Qi saw the uncontrollable heartache rising in her clear eyes, and recalled the joy she had shown when she mentioned His Highness Agares.
Jiang Si took a breath and asked in return, "Do you think so?"
Yan Qi slowly shook his head: "I don't think so. Chu Xi, the chief healer of the Hunting Legion, is the most outstanding chief healer in the history of the Fifth Academy."
"His mental strength has reached level 6.5, while His Highness Agares' official mental strength level is level 7."
“Level 6.5 and Level 7 are only half the difference, and their healing compatibility is the same. Your Highness Agares should not reject the healing from his mental tentacles.”
If you don't reject it.
His hands won't be so cold anymore.
Jiang Si asked again, "Besides mental energy manipulation, what other methods are there?"
Yan Qi tightened his grip on the lemon tree in his arms, his beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling: "It's simple. Don't you know a level 7 plant healer? Have him make a trip, and everything will be resolved."
Saying it is the same as not saying it at all.
She made a trip.
Isn't that like sticking your neck out for someone to chop off?
“Let’s try something else.” Jiang Si clutched her disguise tightly, determined not to be exposed. The madness of the Troya Empire could be seen from the StarNet.
Her Level 7 plant therapist persona is about to be exposed. She'll probably be thrown onto an uninhabited planet to farm for them, or locked in a room day and night treating their genetic breakdowns.
Just thinking about it makes me shudder and terrified.
She couldn't bear such human suffering.
No, no.
“Let’s try something else.” Yan Qi reluctantly picked a lemon and handed it to Jiang Si. “It’s hard to find someone with the same level of mental strength, so let’s fix his genetic breakdown first.”
"The plants grown by a level 7 plant healer, the food you gave me yesterday, had exceptionally pure spiritual energy."
"After eating it, the pain caused by the genetic breakdown was temporarily suppressed, and I vaguely felt that my mental strength was also somewhat restored."
"But I'm not sure yet that the fruit grown by a level 7 plant healer can restore mental strength."
Seeing his pained expression, Jiang Si didn't take the lemon: "Senior, you said before that you would help me sign up for some auditing courses when school starts, and you could sign me up for the therapy department."
Yan Qi's beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed with a sharp light. Thinking that she didn't want lemons, he pulled his hand back: "How about applying for the combat department or the command department? You can audit classes whenever you want, it'll be fun."
Jiang Si snatched the lemon from his hand: "I don't have mental power. If I go to the combat or command department, will I just become a laughingstock?"
"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going back."
Yan Qi roared, "Wait a minute, my darling!"
Jiang Si jumped in surprise: "What?"
Yan Qi shook the lemon tree in his arms: "You picked all the bright red lemons from the Fifth Military Academy, won't you even give me a share of lemon-flavored chicken feet?"
Jiang Si stuffed the lemon into her pocket and spread her hands: "Sorry, senior, I gave the lemon pickled chicken feet to my husband."
Yan Qi was once again forced to witness a display of affection.
I always pick out the dog food myself.
I'm so annoyed.
Such a precious child, it would be a pity to kill him, but not killing him would make me angry.
He mentally spat twice, spitting out the dog food he was about to eat: "The poop you just mentioned, if it's not buried like this, then how is it buried?"
Jiang Si wanted to hurry back, as she still had nearly 20 zombie crystal cores. These were valuable items that Agares should be able to use.
When Yan Qi asked her question, she grinned, revealing eight teeth, and said, "Sorry, I forgot. I have to go back and play computer games with my husband now. Goodbye."
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