Chapter 15: Illness, abnormal to harsh
"Heh..." Nan Chi sneered, grabbed Caleb's hand as if throwing away some dirt, and swung it lightly, causing him to fall several meters away and hit the ground.
Glancing at Caleb, whose face was the color of a pig liver, Nan Chi stabbed him with a knife, still unsatisfied. "If your sense of superiority comes from bullying women, then I'm sorry, I can't help you continue this."
"You!" Caleb's chest heaved violently. His overall strength reached level four. Whether in physical fitness or martial arts, he was already a leader in this age group.
He was confident that if he met someone of the same level, he would not be able to withstand a single move from the opponent.
Moreover, the opponent defeated him with an absolute and insulting counterattack.
That disdainful look was as if he was just an insignificant bug.
After Nan Chi threw the man out, she didn't want to look at him again. This little jerk was not worth her wasting extra energy and attention.
But the way all the aliens at the scene looked at her changed.
This also includes the audience watching the live broadcast in front of the screen.
At the beginning, only a few people paid attention to Nan Chi, but with the appearance of Yue Long, Nan Chi's appearance rate also increased. The conflict just now made Nan Chi's identity finally enter the sight of the interstellar people.
"Oh my God! Who said at the beginning that the woman who didn't help was from a higher planet?"
"Telan Star! Isn't that a low-level planet that can't even be rated high enough? Are even the women there so strong?"
"No! I just climbed over the wall and went to the Terlan Star Channel. It took me a long time to translate their language. There are only a few women as strong as this on their planet!"
"Hasn't the Terlan Star Network been merged into the Star Network?"
"I can imagine what those people in the Federation will do. They can't even rate the Telan Star planet. How can they have a star network?"
"The one downstairs, do you think the fighting power of the Telan people is as strong as Nan Chi?"
"You're overthinking it. Nan Chi is a special person on Planet Telan. People like her are already at the top of the combat power on that planet!"
"So, the information collected by the Alliance is correct, and the genes of that planet are indeed very low-level?"
"No, they're not civilized! I've learned that their food consists of plants and animals. No wonder that girl wanted to eat the monster's corpse..."
"Stop talking, I'm about to throw up!"
“…”
I have to say that Nan Chi’s skinning operation was not broadcast live. If the aliens saw it, they would be so angry that they would vomit!
Just because Nan Chi eats meat, Telan Star is labeled as "uncivilized".
It was just because of Nan Chi's performance that some aliens secretly started paying attention to Te Lan Xing.
. . . . . .
At this time, in the federal headquarters, in a secret medical room belonging to the military.
A doctor in a white coat came out of the ward and shook his head at a middle-aged man in military uniform who was waiting outside the door. He nodded and motioned him to follow him and walked towards the office.
"Dr. Will, how is Xiaojun's condition?" The man in military uniform looked at the doctor in the white coat with worry and expectation.
His expression clearly showed that he hoped the doctor would tell him some good results that he wanted to hear.
"I'm sorry, Marshal, the Major General's condition has become serious. This time I really suggest that you suspend his duties and let him take care of himself.
Rest and do comprehensive psychological treatment..."
"That kid has to cooperate too!" The Marshal interrupted the man in the white coat angrily.
Huo Sijun, the pride of the Federation, went to the battlefield at the age of 25 and rose from the lowest-ranking non-commissioned officer to major general in just seven years.
His military rank was earned through real military achievements.
Judging from his mysterious gene level and long lifespan, at the age of thirty, he is just a seedling!
Such an outstanding officer actually developed PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, a mental illness that is particularly serious for soldiers on the battlefield) during these short seven years of fighting.
"Your Excellency Marshal, I have already informed Your Excellency Major General of my condition when I came out of the ward." Dr. Will in a white coat rubbed the wrinkles on his forehead and said in a deep voice.
"You..." The Marshal was a little surprised.
"I think only if His Excellency the Major General has a deep understanding of his condition will he cooperate with our treatment. Otherwise, he will always take it lightly..."
People with mental disorders usually do not have that kind of self-awareness and think they are still normal people.
"...How did he react?" The Marshal slowly sat down in his chair.
"His Excellency the Major General is willing to cooperate this time."
The Marshal breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the boy was willing to cooperate, everything would be fine.
He recalled with a headache that half a year ago, the military had issued a death order for him to cooperate with the treatment, but he didn't expect that this kid would run to the battlefield halfway through the treatment.
"Maybe the fall of the Tarot Galaxy was too much of a blow to him..." The Marshal naturally thought of the kid's mistake not long ago.
The guy who had always been invincible on the battlefield actually made a small mistake on the battlefield. It was this mistake that almost caused the entire First Legion to be gone in the Tarot Galaxy.
"No matter what, His Excellency the Major General is willing to cooperate. This is the best outcome." The doctor in the white coat thought of the man's unprecedented cooperative attitude, and his brows relaxed.
"What's your suggestion? How to treat it?" the Marshal asked again.
"In fact, our research shows that if the Commander finds a female partner, deep sexual contact can also bring about a happy mood. If it is with a female partner..."
"Don't even think about this suggestion. That guy has mysophobia!" The marshal frowned when he heard the suggestion.
Although he didn't know Huo Sijun's race, he was well aware of his racial habits. That perverted race would not be able to find someone they were compatible with and would end up living a lonely life.
They are so strict in choosing a partner that they would rather die than compromise.
Because of this, such advanced genes are becoming increasingly rare in the league.
Let that guy just find a partner, or even have sex for the sake of spiritual pleasure...
The marshal couldn't help but frowning on his forehead, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.
"Then conservative treatment is the only option. Let him stay away from the battlefield and go out to relax. Maybe being exposed to other things can help him relax his mind." The man in the white coat was also helpless, and he knew that his previous suggestion was unrealistic.
In today's world where relationships between men and women are so chaotic that they can have sex at any time if they fall in love, the commander is almost abnormally harsh on himself.
Letting him mess around... oh no, letting him just find a female companion, even if it's just to heal his wounds, is simply unrealistic.
"Then I'll go inform him." The Marshal was about to press the light brain to contact Huo Sijun.
At this time, a video came in.
He glanced at the contact and clicked it.
"Your Excellency Marshal." A young, handsome, well-conditioned, yet stern face appeared on the screen.
"You came just in time. I was just about to contact you."
"Given my serious condition, I recently accepted Dr. Will's advice..."
"Really? I'll immediately contact women with high-level genes suitable for marriage. I promise to find someone excellent enough to match you!"
Hearing Huo Sijun's words, His Excellency the Marshal hurriedly interrupted him and said excitedly.
(End of this chapter)
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