Chapter 63
The door closed automatically.
The room quickly became quiet, leaving only the sound of Xiyue's still rapid breathing under control.
The luxury suite was spacious, yet it felt so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.
She withdrew her gaze from the door, walked around the fallen chair, and went to the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains opened automatically, revealing a neon psychedelic stage in the dark night.
Tall buildings stand in rows, starships shuttle back and forth, the unfamiliar scene awakens familiar memories.
If I remember correctly, this room is on the 18th floor, and her home in her previous life was also on the 18th floor.
I thought I had broken through a cage and entered a vast world I had never seen before, but it turned out to be just another bigger cage.
If Gong Maoruo was old and confused, he would neither be able to think of nor execute the seemingly reckless but actually well-thought-out escape plan.
After he seized the security guard's mecha, the explosion of the Central Legion's starship damaged the mecha's propulsion system, so he had to improvise and use artillery shells to destroy Xizi's starship, attempting to use the shock wave of the starship explosion to speed up his escape.
With such adaptability, it is impossible for him to talk nonsense.
Xiyue clearly remembered his shocked expression and tone: "You...you are the new commander?!"
Why, why would he think that?
Unfortunately, by the time Xiyue thought of asking further questions, he had already mutated due to the infection of the wound.
But the answer is not difficult to guess.
Appearance, clothing... Xiyue didn't think these could be the basis for Gong Mao to identify her, except for one thing: her pure space.
Gong Mao had seen the pure space in the commander.
The leader of all interstellar rulers, the supreme being looked up to by millions of mecha warriors across the galaxy, is a god of pollution!
What does this mean?
Xiyue took a deep breath, paused for a long time, and then slowly exhaled.
So, do we have to fight to the death?
Her patience had long been exhausted, otherwise she wouldn't have set that fire without considering the consequences. The predicament could happen again, but her patience would not.
"Then, let's fight to the bitter end."
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Yuan Xu ran to the elevator hall and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
For so many years, even when the trash citizens were starving to death or freezing to death, he had never been so miserable. Not to mention when he was General Yuan.
After calming his breath, he adjusted the collar of his shirt as he faced the shiny elevator door and went to the parking deck.
But as soon as I got out of the elevator, I hesitated again.
The order to expel garbage citizens was exposed in this way. Not only Bo Yucheng, but the entire secretariat was probably eager to tear him apart, and people in other star regions were undoubtedly waiting to watch the show.
General Zhai and several other senior officers of the 33rd Corps sent him messages and communications, but he did not answer any of them.
He had nowhere to go until he figured out how to deal with the aftermath.
Yuan Xu touched his nose and tutted, "I never thought she was so extreme before."
No wonder Shi Hanyi wanted to keep it a secret from her no matter what.
As he was hesitating, two people came into the elevator hall. One of them was a smartly dressed woman who exclaimed in surprise, "General Yuan."
Yuan Xu put his hands naturally into his pockets and nodded: "Doctor Duan."
Doctor Duan said to his colleagues, "You go back first. See you in the lab tomorrow."
The colleague was obviously also a doctor, but not from Star Sector 33. There were so many local star sector rulers, and he didn't recognize Yuan Xu. He just politely nodded and took the elevator down.
Yuan Xu wasn't in the mood for conversation and wanted to end the meeting hastily. "Doctor Duan is coming to the Central Committee for further studies? That's great. I have something else to do, so excuse me."
"Admiral!"
"Doctor Duan, is there anything wrong?"
Doctor Duan tucked the long hair behind her ear, her eyes filled with inquiry. "I've never seen the Admiral so upset about anything."
"Upset? Haha..."
"The Admiral and Miss Xi had a quarrel?"
Yuan Xu fell silent and touched his nose. Psychiatrists really did have sharp eyes.
Doctor Duan pressed the elevator button and said with a smile, "My training schedule at the Central Military Commission conflicts with the Admiral's treatment schedule. I wanted to have the Admiral start his treatment a day earlier, but he didn't respond to my message. Since we happen to meet now, why don't you come to my room and chat?"
Yuan Xu looked at him strangely: "Doctor Duan, are you interested in me?"
Doctor Duan gestured towards the open elevator door with his eyes. "If this understanding can make the Admiral feel at ease, then the Admiral may take it so."
Yuan Xu smiled awkwardly, but didn't hesitate any longer. He blocked the elevator door and made a gesture of invitation.
Since I have nowhere to go anyway, I might as well talk to a psychiatrist.
Coincidentally, when he stepped into the elevator, the elevator door next to him also opened.
The person who walked out saw half of his back and stopped in his tracks.
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Psychiatrists are a top profession among interstellar workers, so it is not surprising that they can stay at the S Hotel. However, due to her citizenship level, her room is naturally not as luxurious as Yuan Xu's suite.
After passing the entrance hall is a small living room with a door leading to the bedroom on the side. The layout is simple and the furniture is nothing compared to her office in the medical station. After all, it was carefully designed by her to receive patients.
However, she was experienced. She turned on some lights, turned off some lights, and used a few cushions and pillows to create a warm and relaxing atmosphere. Yuan Xu half-lay among the cushions, feeling no different from being in her office.
The two chatted for a while about the decoration and layout of the S Hotel. The doorbell rang. Dr. Duan got up to open the door and brought over two glasses of low-alcohol sherbet from the waiter's tray. Fine bubbles were floating in the white wine.
"It's this kind of sweet wine again." Yuan Xu said.
"Don't pretend." Doctor Duan also relaxed his tone a little and handed the wine over. "You drank all the slushies in my office."
"Didn't I send someone to replenish a few boxes for you?"
"Isn't that what you prepared to drink when you came here?"
Yuan Xu chuckled, took the wine glass and took a sip, and his troubled mood finally settled down completely.
Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Dr. Duan got to the point: "How have you been feeling lately?"
Yuan Xu put down his wine glass and simply lay down on the sofa, crossing his two straight long legs. "As always, very good."
Doctor Duan: "As always, do you mean you still like sleeping in the mecha?"
Yuan Xu: "I've said before that it's not a disease. Everyone has some quirks. Some people even sleep on ropes."
"Really?" Doctor Duan showed some interest. "What kind of rope?"
"It's just an ordinary rope." Yuan Xu gestured, "About the thickness of a finger."
"What about the height?"
"It's quite high, you have to fly to go up and down."
Doctor Duan nodded in understanding. "Objectively speaking, sleeping on a very high rope is unsafe. It shows that the person is very confident and feels very secure."
"Are you saying that I sleep in a mecha because I'm insecure and lack confidence in myself? Doctor Duan, you're quite good at being sarcastic."
"I didn't say that. It's true that you lack a sense of security, but that doesn't necessarily mean you lack confidence. A mecha is a weapon. People who are used to sleeping with weapons are basically living in an unsafe environment."
"That's right. There are a lot of people who sleep with their mecha boxes hugged every night. You never know when the gray hole will appear next to the bed while you're sleeping."
"But you're the only one I've ever met who can chat with a mecha."
"Don't talk nonsense. Who is chatting with the mecha?" Yuan Xu lazily said, "You know I'm aloof and arrogant. If I can't find anyone to chat with, it makes sense to chat with myself, right? Otherwise, I'll become dumb or crazy sooner or later."
Doctor Duan thought for a moment and asked, "When was the last time you chatted?"
"Last time..." Yuan Xu looked at the blurry grating on the ceiling and didn't answer the specific time for a long time.
Doctor Duan smiled: "Could it be before he was with Miss Xi?"
"..." Yuan Xu, "Although, don't talk nonsense."
Doctor Duan gave a half-hearted smile, turned on his computer and started recording something.
She had been treating Yuan Xu for two years, long before he became the commander of the 33rd Legion. The first person to come to her was actually Yuan Xu's butler, who was still a lieutenant general at the time.
Housekeeper Ai was very worried about her general sleeping in the mecha every day. By chance, because Yuan Xu did not turn on the sound shielding, Housekeeper Ai heard him chatting with the mecha, and she became even more frightened. She asked people to look for her, a well-known psychiatrist, for a long time before she found him.
Doctor Duan's research focuses on mental soothing and restoration, and she doesn't have a deep understanding of this unusual symptom. Out of a scientific spirit, she accepted this patient. She had assumed that Yuan Xu, a lieutenant general and a high-ranking legionnaire with some psychological quirks, would be difficult to approach, but she was surprised that he was not only humble but also very talkative.
Apart from sleeping habits and suspected split personality, no other problems were found.
After regular treatment until now, Dr. Duan has roughly reached a conclusion: Yuan Xu is not sick.
He likes to sleep in the mecha, which may be related to his background as a garbage citizen. The mecha is his weapon to change his destiny.
I like talking to mechas, no, actually I just talk to myself. Many cheerful and talkative people have a lonely heart, and the way to resolve this is to find a close friend or a suitable lover.
Obviously, Yuan Xu was found.
She pulled up the final diagnosis confirmation and her fingers paused slightly. Perhaps, this treatment journey that lasted more than two years should come to an end.
At this moment, Yuan Xu yawned from waiting: "Can I sleep here with you for a while?"
Doctor Duan looked up and said with a smile, "I don't have a mecha box."
Yuan Xu didn't carry the mecha box either.
Yuan Xu thought about it, pressed the light brain, and a strange golden stream climbed up his cheek and reorganized into a metal mask.
"That's fine too." After saying that, his breathing became longer.
Doctor Duan nodded secretly: From a full mecha to a half mecha, Miss Xi's presence can actually change General Yuan's years of habits. This is solid evidence that he is not ill.
This discovery led her to begin writing the final diagnosis, but just as she had written down the basic information, there was a knock on the door.
It wasn't the doorbell, it was a knock on the door, so light that it didn't even wake Yuan Xu up.
Doctor Duan walked over in confusion, but before she even passed the entrance, a dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the bathroom and dragged her in.
Before he could scream, his mouth was covered tightly.
"Shh-"
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The Central Security Office patrol boat stopped another person.
A severely damaged mecha, judging by its crooked flying posture, it is estimated that only the propulsion system can still operate.
After the mecha mask was opened, the bloody face made the security guard gasp. Looking at the little exposed skin and slightly dark pupils, the other party was still infected.
However, the identity information and pass verification were passed.
"Is there any pollution?" asked the security guard.
Xiang Jia nodded silently.
Flying all the way from the 29th star sector to the central star sector, two manned starships and three military starships exploded in front of her, and she also encountered two gray holes in space.
If she had not been flying at high speed and had not encountered a god of pollution like Chen Yilan, she would probably have been buried in the polluted area long ago.
"Um...should I take you to the medical station?"
"No need." Xiang Jia paused, then added a little stiffly, "Thank you."
After saying that, he continued to fly towards the S Hotel in a crooked manner.
Not too far from the garrison, there is a very famous landmark building in the Central Star City. In the center is an extremely thick cylindrical white tower, with countless branches of various shapes extending from the bottom to the top. At the node of each branch, there is a uniquely shaped villa.
Viewed from every angle, it looks like a flower with intricate lines.
Senior military officers in the central star zone are proud to own a villa here.
At this moment, a starship departing from the Commander's Headquarters arrived here. After its identity was verified by the patrol ship, it anchored on a branch high up.
A man in a black windbreaker stepped out of the starship, his leather shoes touching the ground. He suddenly turned his head to look at the dark blue night sky in the distance.
That was where Xiang Jia entered the barrier.
In contrast to his sudden movements, the man's expression remained remarkably calm. After a moment's reflection, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the lighted villa not far away.
That is Bo Yucheng's home.
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Xiyue was very surprised to receive the message from Xiang Jia suddenly.
Xiang Jia woke up?
But that's not the most important thing right now.
Xiyue sent the location as instructed, and then looked at Dr. Duan who had calmed down.
Doctor Duan was still waiting for her to answer his question - "Why is Miss Xi in my room?"
Although she was surprised, her fear disappeared. After all, she had known Xiyue for a long time and knew that Xiyue would not hurt her.
After all, Xiyue had been her patient. Commander Xi hired her to see patients at home because he was worried about his daughter.
The diagnosis was simple: Miss Xi hadn't awakened her spiritual power, and it had nothing to do with her childhood exposure to pollution. She was somewhat withdrawn and aloof, perhaps because she'd witnessed her mother's transformation into a pollutant.
It was obvious that Commander Xi loved this daughter especially. Doctor Duan had never seen such an expression of worry for his children on the face of any senior military officer.
So she comforted Xi Hai: "Even so, Miss Xi has grown up healthily and is a gentle and polite person."
However, Miss Xi before him seemed to have been re-stimulated by Commander Xi's death. Seeing her at the medical station a few days ago, Doctor Duan noticed the change in her at first sight.
He is as calm and composed as before, but he pays more attention to the people and things around him than before, and seems more popular.
She went to the ward and asked around, and felt even more relieved when she learned that Xiyue had helped a patient pay for his medical expenses and bought many gifts.
Besides being polite, you will also care about others.
Maybe it’s because of General Yuan.
Thinking of this, Dr. Duan couldn't help but smile: two injured people came together, comforted each other, and became the medicine to heal each other...a match made in heaven.
Unexpectedly, Xiyue ignored her question and said, "Yuanxu is sick."
Dr. Duan suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"Not only is he sick, he's seriously ill."
“…”
Seeing that Dr. Duan didn't believe her, Xiyue glanced at the closed bathroom door and said, "I have a way to prove it to you."
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