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

Chapter 240 The Blue Sky of the Shelter

The next day, Sang Qing looked at Shi Ying's body covered in ambiguous red marks and couldn't believe that she had been so crazy the night before.

Shi Ying whispered a low, husky laugh into her ear, like a fairy.

"Master, are you satisfied?"

Sang Qing blushed deeply and buried her face in Shi Ying's chest, saying, "Satisfied..."

Shi Ying's eyes were filled with love, and he felt like the happiest male in the world.

Sang Qing wanted to get up, but Shi Ying wouldn't let go, affectionately nuzzling her ear, "Master, let me hold you a little longer."

What could Sang Qing do but go along with him?

The black leopard ears on its head hadn't been removed since last night, and Sang Qing reached out and gently pinched them.

As if in response to her, its fluffy ears twitched gently, then nestled obediently in her palm.

Shi Ying's ears always felt nice to the touch, and with a warm glow, Sang Qing happily squinted her eyes.

"Ah Wan~"

Shi Ying gently called her name.

They hugged and hugged until they ended up kissing.

This time, however, Shi Ying's kiss was incredibly gentle, like the spring water melting in his eyes, silently drawing one in.

As her collar slipped off her shoulder, her already delicate and fair skin was covered with petals of peach blossoms, a vibrant pink.

She was then gently supported by long, broad hands, and her clothes were put on her.

"Let me take a look at your injury." Sang Qing took Shi Ying's hand and stood up from the bedside.

Shi Ying was injured during this mission. She only discovered it last night when she took off her clothes, but Shi Ying said it was okay and wouldn't let her stop, ignoring her concerns.

The injury was in his lower back and abdomen, yet he still exerted so much force.

Sang Qing took the medicine and helped him re-treat his wound.

Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious, and Shi Ying is physically strong, so he should be fine after a few days of rest.

However, we still can't let him cause trouble in the future.

After breakfast, Sang Qing sent a message to General Kuli, saying that he was going to the military region headquarters today.

The First District is the center of military power, and the headquarters is also located there.

Shi Ying is taking a few days off and will spend time with her.

Sang Qing looked at the flamboyant person in front of her, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "You're planning to go out like this?"

The man in front of me had taken off his military uniform and was now wearing a black semi-formal suit. He had a refined and well-proportioned appearance, showcasing a perfect physique.

There's nothing wrong with the outfit itself; combined with his cool and aloof demeanor, he looks incredibly handsome.

The problem is that he unbuttoned two buttons at his collar, revealing his sexy collarbone and Adam's apple, with a faint red mark visible above them. Against his dark outfit, it was hard not to notice.

She could imagine how many meaningful glances she would receive when she walked out with Shi Ying.

"Otherwise what?" Shi Ying's lips curled up slightly, seemingly in a good mood.

Or what?

You may be shameless, but I still have my pride.

Sang Qing pulled Shi Ying back and covered him up with her own cosmetics.

All the buttons were forcibly fastened.

Shi Ying's eyes shifted slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Actually, the atmosphere in the beast world is quite open. It's not a big deal to have your wife's mark on you. Anyone with a keen sense of smell can easily tell.

But his wife was shy, so he let her do as she pleased.

He doesn't mind showing the world how much his wife, Awan, dotes on him.

...With the Empress's edict in hand, Sang Qing, accompanied by Shi Ying and Assistant Xiao, went to the First District to complete the most important and final step in the authorization process.

In the afternoon, a message was sent from the military headquarters to each military region, igniting the military forums.

Everyone now knows that the special forces team has gained independent management authority, belonging to the containment facility and to an S-class healer named Sang Qing.

Many people don't understand why a high-ranking S-class healer would waste time and effort saving a group of extremely dangerous consumables instead of saving more regular soldiers from the military.

However, some people have pointed out that the shelters are no longer the darkest hells they used to be, where people could only enter and not leave. Many people have been released from the shelters and returned to normal life.

Moreover, the therapists they described as mentally challenged actually worked in the logistics department and had access to just as many treatment slots as any full-time military therapist.

Opinions vary on the forum, but the deep-rooted impression of degenerate orcs in the eyes of the world will not be easily erased in the short term.

After all, the scarcity of therapists remains a difficult problem that the current system struggles to address.

The cost of treating one degenerated orc is enough to save several normal soldiers.

Sang Qing didn't care about any of that; she only did what she wanted to do.

As the meeting concluded, officers from the First District approached him with a conciliatory attitude:
"Healer Sang, will all the positions in the logistics department be open to the First District from now on?"

"Therapist Sang, since you're already here, would you be interested in visiting our Central and Southern District?"

“Healer Sang, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, what do you think of the soldiers you drew earlier?” an officer asked with a friendly smile.

Sang Qing smiled calmly: "I will give it priority."

Upon receiving the reply, the top brass of the First District were overjoyed and expressed their desire to establish a friendly strategic relationship with the special forces.

After all, Sang Qing had eliminated nearly 20 spots in the first district during his week or so in the logistics department.

Those qualified to book an S-level therapist slot are almost all elites in the team.

The isolated officers of the East District 1 dared not approach and sat awkwardly in the corner.

Their superior officer is still on probation, and the second princess is still in confinement...

……

Curry, who was far away in the internment camp, received the news immediately and distributed it to every soldier in the camp through internal channels.

He was deeply shocked when he received Sang Qing's message that morning.

He didn't expect that Sang Qing didn't ask for anything, except for the independent management rights of the shelter.

What he couldn't do, Sang Qing did.

Only she had the ability to shake up the upper echelons of the entire military region and change the status quo of the detention center.

Other S-level healers don't have this ability.

There were no therapists willing to stay for them.

He was overjoyed countless times for having managed to bring Sang Qing to their shelter at any cost.

The beastmen in the shelter were in an uproar; they trembled with excitement and their eyes were filled with tears.

It turns out that everything the healer did was for their sake.

It turns out that the therapist never gave up on them.

The healer single-handedly showed everyone that special forces soldiers can die in battle and make sacrifices, but they cannot be bullied or manipulated at will; they are protected.

Oh my, I'm so touched!

I want to fly to my therapist right now and tell her, "I'd live and die for you for the rest of my life, and I'd give myself to you without hesitation."

When Sang Qing returned to the shelter, she received a warm welcome, and they even suggested holding a celebration to celebrate her safe return and the shelter's return to normalcy.

This proposal received the support of Admiral Curry.

The lifeless asylum, a symbol of despair and decay, has been given a long-awaited glimmer of light and hope. Things will only get better from here on out, and a lively celebration is definitely in order to say goodbye to the past.

(End of this chapter)