Chapter 3: Scum
The female insects around exchanged glances with each other.
I have been working in the hospital for so long, but I have never seen a male insect take the initiative to bring a female insect for treatment, unless it is an extreme situation where there is only a female insect at home and she cannot live without the insect and is dying, so she has to come.
But the Heras in front of him was clearly not in that condition, and he could still stand with his arms and legs intact. Although his body was a bit miserable, it was not a serious injury for the female insect.
"Are you sure, Mr. Xiongzi?"
The hesitant tone suddenly made Limp sober up.
How could he say he wanted to heal a female worm?
In this twisted Zerg society, such words are like a super loud fart in an absolutely silent classroom.
Although it didn't do anything wrong, it was definitely eye-catching.
Limp grabbed Heras beside him and pulled him forward slightly, explaining to the doctor: "This bitch is too weak to be beaten. After just a few hits, her body is covered with bruises and is dirty. I'm going to use the treatment cabin to treat her while beating her. This way I can have fun."
The belt stained with iodine is the devil.
The suspicious look gradually dissipated, replaced by sympathy for Heras.
"Sir, the lowest-level treatment cabin costs 1,000 star coins for one use. In principle, female insects are not allowed to use it. However, since your female monarch has obtained your permission, I will add an additional 500 star coins. You will have a total of 15 star minutes of usage time. I wish you a pleasant experience."
Heras, who was mistaken for a female monarch, moved his lips slightly, but he didn't find a chance to refute. Limp had already stood up and followed the doctor.
It was a small room with white walls, but the high-tech products were still very complicated, with various buttons madly competing for Limp's attention.
The doctors knew that some male worms did not want to be watched by others when they were teaching female worms, so when they saw that he had no other instructions, they left.
Limp stood cross-legged in front of the equipment he couldn't understand. After a few seconds of being at a loss, he turned around and looked at Heras with an arrogant look on his face: "Why don't you go over there quickly?"
"Thank you, Lord."
Heras bent his knees and pressed a button, then entered the cocoon-like device and squeezed his long arms and legs inside, leaving half the space for Limp.
"Won't the Lord come in?"
Heras didn't feel particularly bad about what Limp had just said, even though it was about torturing him.
Male insects are all of the same character, they don't care about the life or death of other insects.
All he had to do was follow his instructions. If he had no expectations, he wouldn't get hurt.
For him, this is actually a good thing.
Limp didn't have the tools to torture the insects, so even if he used more force, he couldn't be that ruthless. The treatment cabin would quickly heal the deep wounds on his body.
The male insect has that little strength, and if it uses too much force, it is hard to say who will get hurt.
Limp is in a difficult situation at this moment.
I can't bring myself to hit him.
Don't beat him. If the insect system collapses, it will be his turn to be beaten.
As one leg steps into the treatment chamber, it is sucked in by a gentle suction force.
The space was not large, but the walls around it seemed to be elastic, so Limp did not feel uncomfortable.
Heras kept the whole body of the worm close to the edge, leaving room for Limp to attack, with his hands behind his back.
Her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and beneath her calm and cold appearance, there was a little bit of nervousness.
Limp doesn't have a whip on him, does he?
It turned out that Limp not only had no whip, but also no brains.
He slapped Heras' elbow hard.
In just a moment, his face was distorted.
“It hurts, it hurts… It hurts so much…”
A few tears welled up in the male insect's eyes.
Heras moved his elbow and felt no pain or itching. The force was not even as painful as when Andy hit him as a child.
"Master Xiong, are you okay?"
The question was asked without any seriousness, just to avoid the male insect's nitpicking. Heras spoke without any emotion, and tried to pretend to be worried by slightly widening his eyes, but he was not very successful.
Judging from his experience on the battlefield, Limp only had a red patch on his palm, but no broken bones.
Male insects are just hypocritical.
Limp shook his head, swallowed the moan that was about to come out of his mouth, and his eyes were a little straight.
But he said ruthlessly: "...You haven't started treatment yet. Are you trying to waste my star coins on purpose?"
Reaching out to pinch Heras' chin, he looked into a pair of chilling eyes. There was no worry about himself in those eyes, but instead there were many skeletons, exotic beasts and killings, snowfields and mountains.
Although he was not specifically targeted, Limp still shuddered for no apparent reason, his hair stood on end, and his heart skipped a beat.
Heras immediately adjusted his status, pressed the opening button of the treatment cabin, lowered his head respectfully, and hid all his ambitions.
The gentle electric current and the effect of the drug lingered on the two of them. Limp felt warm all over, as if he was back in his mother's arms, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The wounds on Heras' body scabbed, healed, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, spawning pink tender flesh.
He did not forget what Limp had just said and knelt down on the ground.
"Please enjoy yourselves, my lord."
The silver hair slowly lowered in front of Limp, and finally reached the same level as Limp's abdomen. The slender neck was covered with thin skin, which was carried by blue blood vessels that could not conceal the vitality, and they bulged in time with the breathing.
Her long eyelashes seemed unable to conceal her fragility, and her head was slightly tilted back, in an unguarded posture.
But Limp knew that the insect in front of him was not fragile at all.
The obedience at this moment is just to achieve the goal.
Limp thought for a moment and then attacked Heras's unchanged face.
His fair skin was rubbed red by him, and his sharp and unkind jawline was stained with several fingerprints, having been forcibly squeezed into a round shape.
The tender flesh on his face sank and bounced back.
Now he's not expressionless anymore.
The fingerprints were not deep and disappeared within a few seconds.
How many minutes is one star moment?
Limp didn't know.
By the time the treatment cabin was opened, Heras's body had almost healed except for the extremely deep wounds that left scars that would never go away.
Heras squinted his eyes, and the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became increasingly awkward.
The small space makes it impossible to breathe.
Not to mention that Limp's look was a bit hesitant and self-blaming.
"Is the hero having fun?"
It's not a question, it's a test.
Heras offered his face docilely and even rubbed it in Limp's palm. The contrast between the soft dough-like touch and the resolute face was huge. The depths of his eyes were unfathomable, like a beast about to attack.
Limpham's body froze, and the blood in his veins lost its temperature.
Although he had an absolute advantage, he was still pushed to the edge of the cliff.
After a long while, he sneered, raised his hand and grabbed Heras' neck!