Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 221 The tip of the iceberg

The mental turmoil subsided, but the numerous wounds all over Tian Ke's body were still fatal, especially the wound on his thigh, which was so deep that the bone was visible. He had lost count of how much blood he had lost; the blood around the wound had dried and congealed along with his pants, but blood was still seeping out from the center.

The medicine they carried was clearly ineffective against injuries of this severity.

Unless they can be sent to the treatment ward immediately.

But this is obviously impossible.

Tian Ke is not qualified to use the treatment chamber.

The last time Shi Ying was able to use it was because of her special relationship with her, and it was only through General Curry's personal application.

Furthermore, the energy drugs required for the treatment chamber are extremely rare, and it is difficult to replenish them after just one use; they cannot be used whenever one wishes.

And even if it were usable, they wouldn't have time to get back.

“Tian Ke, hang in there. Madam has cured your mental breakdown…” Feng Hao held Tian Ke’s hand, his voice choked with emotion.

Tian Ke tugged at the corner of his lips, his gaze slowly and sorrowfully sweeping over his teammates who were surrounding him, finally settling on Sang Qing.

"Thank you..." Tian Ke said weakly, his words not very clear.

There seemed to be relief in his eyes, as if he had been tormented by mental turmoil for a long time and hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Then she closed her eyes regretfully, her hand falling limply to the ground.

Feng Hao cried out in anguish, but no matter how much he shook the person on the ground, they would never open their eyes.

"Even though she had already received treatment, she still..." He choked up and couldn't finish his sentence.

The air was still; all the soldiers stood in silence, heads bowed, the atmosphere heavy.

Youfei squatted down and patted him on the shoulder. "Please accept my condolences. At least he didn't die in too much pain."

Youfei's voice also had a slight nasal tone.

Sang Qing was also heartbroken, watching a life slip away right before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop it.

She might have been able to save him, but she couldn't help him get a divorce.

Once a male chooses a wife, he is choosing the rest of his life, and divorce is very difficult.

The female owner bears no responsibility for the male's death due to excessively high riot value.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. In many parts of Beiyun Star, there are still many orcs whose mental riot value increases in order to protect their country, but they cannot get treatment.

Shi Ying watched silently, her brows furrowed with her usual aloofness, as if she had long been accustomed to it.

Some females find it troublesome and will not send orcs with high riot values ​​to the shelter, but will lock them up in a dungeon or simply throw them into the mist forest to fend for themselves.

This is the usual approach.

Degenerate orcs are dangerous, lowly, and abandoned; the law does not protect them.

Therefore, it is tragic for a male to be without a wife.

But some males with wives aren't much better.

Shi Ying gave a few instructions to the soldiers, then took Sang Qing's hand and used a cotton cloth to wipe away the bloodstains that had come off during her mental treatment.

The mission to the front lines could not be delayed. The soldiers dug a pit and buried Tian Ke on the spot, keeping his name in their hearts, before continuing their journey.

However, everyone's mindset had changed slightly. Occasionally, a soldier would look up at the girl walking at the front of the column and feel deeply moved.

The mission went smoothly, exceeding expectations, and we even harvested more than a dozen crystal cores.

Although there were still casualties, it was much better than the previous heavy casualties and the large number of soldiers entering the internment camps.

The front lines are brutal; it's common for people to sacrifice their lives, and they never know when they might be next. They don't have much time to be sad.

This was also the first time that Sang Qing had truly experienced the practical application of S-level mental power.

If she could reach this level in the apocalypse, she wouldn't be able to become a king or a tyrant, but at least no one would dare to provoke her easily, and she definitely wouldn't be living such a difficult life where she couldn't even get enough to eat.

She hasn't given up on providing mental therapy to the soldiers these past few days, and the occasional outdoor training also helps improve their mental strength.

Every time Shi Ying saw Sang Qing get scratched and bruised while fighting star beasts, she felt extremely distressed. Her already delicate skin showed bruises very clearly. But when fighting spirit ignited in her almond-shaped eyes, they were so bright and dazzling, as if she was not a delicate flower waiting to be protected, but rather the wind galloping across the battlefield, second to none.

"Shiying, this knife of yours is really useful." Sang Qing steadily changed her grip on the short knife and laughed freely.

“Of course, this is something our boss has used for almost ten years without changing it. He’s never let it out of his sight, nor has he ever let anyone else use it.” Youfei enthusiastically praised his boss from the side.

Sang Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at Shi Ying.

Shi Ying's expression was unreadable as she said to You Fei, "Have someone take inventory of the remaining supplies."

Then he pulled Sang Qing to sit on his lap, saying, "If you find it convenient, you can use it from now on."

Shi Ying carefully wiped the blood off the knife for her, put it back in its sheath, and then took the sheath off and tied it to her body.

Sang Qing didn't stand on ceremony. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, she pecked Shi Ying on the lips and said, "Thanks then."

Shi Ying's throat tightened, and she grabbed Sang Qing's back, wanting to return the kiss.

Sang Qing, anticipating his reaction, reached out and pressed against his chest, warning him in a low voice, "Don't do anything rash, there are people around."

Shi Ying's eyes flickered, and she whispered a soft laugh in her ear, "Is it okay when no one's around?"

Sang Qing: “…”

Then Shi Yingfei pulled her behind a tree a little distance from the camp and kissed her passionately.

They claimed it was to survey the terrain.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Sang Qing deliberately wandered around for a while, waiting for the heat on her face to dissipate and her lips to return to normal before going back with Shi Ying.

But she still received tolerant looks from the soldiers. Sang Qing was so ashamed and indignant that she secretly pinched Shi Ying's palm.

Shi Ying remained calm and even had the inclination to joke.

“Why is Awan angry? They suspect me… I’m the one who should be angry.”

Shi Ying leaned close to Sang Qing's ear and whispered the two missing words.

Sang Qing: “…”

Ugh! Shi Ying, that scoundrel!
Sang Qing was speechless.

He used so much force that he wanted to tear off a piece of flesh from him.

Shi Ying just smiled, letting her do whatever she wanted, her eyes overflowing with doting affection.

ill!

He's being pinched but he's still laughing so happily.

……

Sang Qing returned to the Third Military Region with Shi Ying. Feng Hao took the mission and led his men to Tian Ke's hometown, which was of course not his wife's home.

Sang Qing received a warm welcome, no less than that of a large-scale fan meeting.

Startled, Sang Qing called out and hid in Shi Ying's office.

Military discipline is strict, and outsiders are not allowed to enter or leave offices at will, especially the offices of high-ranking officers.

However, Sang Qing was the benefactor of the entire northern part of the Third District, and Lieutenant General Kuss granted him a pardon, so of course he could enter.

Shi Ying's office was very simple, with only a computer, a teacup, and several stacks of brown paper document bags on the table.

On the right is a frontline map, and in the glass case are more than a dozen medals of merit.

Opposite the desk is a row of bookshelves. Although there aren't many books on them, they are categorized and arranged neatly, showing the owner's meticulousness.

Sang Qing didn't have the habit of touching other people's things without permission. After a quick glance around, she settled down on the sofa and turned on her personal computer.

After an unknown amount of time, when Sang Qing was almost asleep, the sound of the door lock turning could be heard.

Sang Qing sat up straight and looked at Shi Ying as she walked in. "Have you taken care of things?"

(End of this chapter)