Chapter 55 He was carrying a puppy.
The moment they step into this place, it symbolizes that they are bound to be connected; it is essentially unavoidable.
Hillland decided to help them, simply out of human kindness.
"You will wait outside the sterile room for about three or four hours."
Seldon sat outside the door, his tense nerves relaxing slightly. He wasn't sure about the female insect's skills, but given the current conditions, finding the surgical facilities was already very lucky. He couldn't guarantee anything else, and could only pray.
Hillland was quite skilled at this kind of surgery, and after making the necessary preparations, he went inside.
He first checked Taran's condition. The male insect's internal organs were damaged, and the area on its abdomen where it had been hit by a stray bullet had become infected and worsened. If he had arrived any later, it would have been too late for anyone to save it.
After careful evaluation, Hillland began to take action.
The surgery lasted four hours. Hillland finished suturing Taran and only left after completing the final steps.
Seldon sat outside the door, looking somewhat weary.
"The surgery is complete. He should wake up in a few hours. You'll need to keep a close eye on him these next few days and make sure he doesn't wander around the research institute. There are many corrosive research chemicals there."
Hillland didn't intend to keep them, so she emphasized, "Once the male insect wakes up, you can leave. See a doctor for your recovery later; don't come looking for me."
Hillan looked very serious. Seldon looked at the female insect in front of him and said some words of thanks in a low voice.
Hillland was satisfied with his cooperation and went to dispose of the surgical waste.
Taran was temporarily moved to the observation room, which served as a makeshift ward. There was nowhere else for them to go but this room.
Hillland was exhausted after several hours of surgery, so he simply cooked two bowls of fried rice and invited Seldon to join him.
Seldon seemed quite surprised that Hillan would prepare food for him. "Thank you."
He never ate out, but this bowl of fried rice was so fragrant and still slowly steaming that Seldon swallowed his refusal.
He could already smell the aroma. Seldon reached out and took it, unable to resist asking, "What does your research institute do?"
Hillland raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment, "To conduct research on potions for body repair and the like."
Seldon was very interested, but he didn't want to press the other person for more information, so he thanked him again and began to focus on his meal.
After taking just one bite, Seldon, unusually, felt that the female insect should be a full-time chef, and he even had the idea of hiring her to cook.
But Seldon quickly laughed, thinking it best not to repay kindness with enmity. Nowadays, the Zerg will buy any healing potion, regardless of its type, as long as it works.
He ate the fried rice very quickly. Seldon was about to take it to wash when Hillan stopped him.
"It's alright, it's just a bowl, I can handle it."
Seldon didn't argue with him about who should do the dishes. Instead, he took off his expensive watch and placed it on the table.
Seldon planned to have a talk with Hillland and carefully considered his words before speaking. Hillland came out after washing the dishes, noticed his thoughts, and was curious about what kind of questions he would ask.
Seldon looked directly into his eyes. "Do you have a specific direction for the healing potion you made?"
Hillland was somewhat surprised that his question wasn't tricky. He hummed in agreement and sat down at the table. "Research on neurological repair, and some external injury repair, etc."
The former is research on preventing female insects from having a mental disturbance, while the latter is research on injuries that cannot heal or be reversed, such as the severely damaged gestation sac of Sersia.
These wounds, which are irreparable and difficult to heal on their own, are Hillland's main research subjects.
Seldon was very interested and wanted to say more to Hillan, but since humans are reserved, he remembered that he had not revealed his identity.
He nodded slightly apologetically and extended his palm. "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am the master of the dungeon, Seldon."
The female insect's outstretched hand revealed a winding, spiraling tattoo, bony and sculpted, like a work of art.
Hillan's first thought was how many insects Seldon had killed with that hand. After all, as the master of the dungeon, he wasn't so easy to get along with. He sighed slightly, reached out, and politely shook hands with Seldon.
You can call me Michelle.
Seldon stated his intentions directly: "I am very interested in your experimental direction. Would you mind showing me? If it's suitable, I can invest in your research."
Hillland felt he had no shortage of investment, as his biggest investor was very supportive of all his decisions. However, considering the current situation, Hillland thought it might be more appropriate to talk to Seldon about sales channels.
Hillland thought for a moment, "Come here, I have some results to show you."
Hillland has developed three generations of mental restoration potions. To be on the safe side, he only demonstrated the effects of the first generation. This generation can instantly restore 20.64% of the mentally disordered female insects, allowing them to maintain their sanity for three hours. The side effect is that the effect will slowly rebound after the time has passed, which is equivalent to not having been used at all.
The second generation represents a qualitative leap, restoring 65.75% of the body's energy, resulting in a clear and normal state without rebound. However, there may be a period of sustained heightened mental activity, along with some side effects such as palpitations and vomiting.
After the third-generation improvement, 80.29% of the efficacy was restored, with no side effects.
Hillan is currently working hard to raise his recovery ability to over 95.
Make a profit with the first generation, then upgrade later. It's a gradual process, giving the males some buffer time.
The good days are almost over.
When Seldon saw the results of the first generation of research, his mind went blank for a moment. He never expected that an insect could actually develop such a potion.
Once the drug is released, it will cause a major upheaval for the entire Zerg race, and the status of male Zerg will no longer be what it once was.
In this world, there are many female insects who are unwilling to feign intimacy with male insects.
Seldon's gaze instantly became intense. Hillland and he talked for a long time, and finally settled on the plan and sales method.
He hadn't forgotten about Sersia; the main planet might need additional sales methods. He had already discussed this with Sersia, and the two models wouldn't affect each other.
Seldon readily agreed after understanding the situation. Just then, an insect arrived to pick them up, and Seldon said goodbye to Hillan.
Hillland breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want them to stay too long. Although he would report it, Sersia would be more or less unhappy to see strange insects in his house when she returned.
Hillland would be unhappy.
So, Hillland began diligently cleaning the research institute. As evening approached, insects came to take them back; Hillland lent a hand and watched them leave.
Seldon, who was already on the spaceship, slowly grasped Taran's hand, cupped it in his palm, and gently transferred his heat.
The male insect's hands are cold and bloodless, and the skin on the back of its hands is so transparent that you can see the bluish veins underneath.
Taran is a male insect that doesn't look like a male at all.
She has a very good temper, doesn't like to talk, and likes to hold him quietly. She will get teary-eyed if she is ignored.
Seldon lowered his eyes, his expression calm and focused. "Taran, when will you wake up?"
As if he had heard the call, Taran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Seldon, and subconsciously lowered his head to get closer to him, wanting to rub his hand against Seldon's.
But he seemed to have forgotten that he had just had surgery. He frowned blankly in pain, his voice soft and gentle, "Seldon...can you touch my face?"
Seldon's heart inevitably softened, and he raised his hand to place the male insect's cold face in his palm.
"I touched it."
Taran slightly curled his lips and gave a very soft "hmm".
Are you injured anywhere?
Taran raised his hand. He was seriously injured and moved very slowly. Seldon did not stop him and waited patiently for his next move before answering him, "I am not injured."
Michel said he had given him a special medicine, which would help the wound heal faster, but he still needed to rest.
Taran placed his hand on the back of Seldon's hand, seemingly to prevent Seldon from pulling his hand away. Taran hadn't done this last night. He placed his face in Seldon's hand, obediently hummed in agreement, and then closed his eyes.
Seldon didn't pull his hand away; he wanted to use it as a pillow, so he let him continue using it until they went back.
After watching them leave, Hillland went back to prepare dinner. Sersia had said he'd be back today, and Hillland checked the refrigerator but didn't find anything Sersia liked. Considering the safety of delivery, he simply went to buy groceries instead of cookies.
Biscuit came back laden with a big bag of food, then happily washed and arranged it, put some vegetables in the kitchen as instructed by its owner, and then happily went to charge its charger.
When Sersia returned, she saw Hillan setting the dishes on the table. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Sersia. His eyes quickly lit up. He pulled out a chair and waited expectantly for her to come over, his tone cheerful, "Hey, baby, you're here earlier than I expected!"
Hillland was wearing a blue and white checkered dog apron, and her hair had grown a bit longer, making her look like a cute and cuddly little creature.
Sersia took out a bunch of snowfield flowers wrapped in black and gold from behind her. She couldn't come back recently because she went on a business trip to the glacial polar region to handle some matters. She saw that the ice field was full of these flowers, so she carefully picked some and wrapped them up. She took good care of them so that they did not wither.
"It's a gift for Hillan."
Hillland leaned closer with sparkling eyes, carefully holding the flowers, exclaiming in amazement, "So beautiful!"
Like ice crystals, it has a translucent watery blue color, feels soft to the touch, and you can see the sap flowing from the petals.
This bouquet of flowers has a very light and sweet scent.
Even though it wasn't the first time Hillland had received flowers from Sersia, he was still happy.
He placed the flowers on the chair, then jumped happily into Sersia's arms, where she caught him steadily.
Hillan nestled in Sersia's arms like a puppy, rubbing against his neck.
Hillland kissed the tip of his ear and winked.
"I knew you would catch me."
Hillan couldn't help but smile, "I find it adorable to see Sersia's surprised expression."
As Cecilia held Hillan, she suddenly realized that this human must have been a puppy in disguise.
So cute.
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