The male insect adores it! The female general, envious, begs for a kiss.

Upon hearing Heemis's question, the doctor paused for a rare moment, and after a long while, he sighed.

Heamis, bewildered, assumed that the great lord was in dire straits, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

Heemis swallowed hard. "My lord, is he badly injured?"

"Oh, no." The doctor shook his head.

Hermes' pupils constricted as she stared intently at the doctor's reaction, wondering what it meant.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, a strange light gleaming in his eyes. "The male insect is not injured."

Heamis: "??"

He breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind was filled with questions.

What does it mean to not be injured?

This is nothing short of a fantastical tale.

What he learned just now was that the aircraft the male ruler was riding in had fallen from a height of several thousand meters without any protective measures.

The outer shell uses the hardest M&K fiberboard, but even so, it still caused varying degrees of damage to the body.

Although Heemis desperately wanted her lord to be safe and sound, it was clear that...

Under such circumstances, how could the powerful ruler not get injured?

Heamis is caught in an extremely complex psychological quagmire.

The doctor's unfinished sentence saved him, "However, we only detected nothing abnormal about the male insect's physical signs using our instruments, but..."

Heamis looked up, instinctively listening to what the doctor was about to say.

"The family needs to be prepared, the male insect has now turned into a cocoon."

"This is the first case of its kind we've encountered, so we can't be sure when the male insect will recover."

Heemis's expression shifted unpredictably, her mind reeling. "You mean the lord has turned into a cocoon?"

"Yes, our preliminary assessment is that the male insect was subjected to a strong external stimulus, and in a life-or-death situation, its body activated a self-protection mechanism. Countless spiritual threads surged from the male insect's body and formed layers of cocoons to protect itself."

"Your S-rank mental strength must have played a significant role in this, after all, there has never been a precedent of a male insect spinning a cocoon."

The male insect's case can be directly uploaded to the Empire's medical center system for future reference.

Heemis's gaze was unreadable. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "I must go see the Lord."

He wanted to see for himself the current situation of the powerful ruler.

"Of course, General. The male insect's vital signs are currently dormant, so we have arranged for Your Excellency to stay in a VIP ward."

Led by the doctor, Heemis quickly arrived at the clean, white ward that was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Sure enough, he did not see Xiujun's majestic master, but only a huge cocoon placed on a comfortable and soft warm bed.

The instrument display screen next to it is filled with densely packed, irregular data curves, monitoring various values ​​of the male insect's body.

The curve is relatively flat.

It is clear that the doctor was not lying; the male's vital signs were indeed stable.

Heamis loosened her clenched knuckles slightly; it was a good thing that the male ruler was neither injured nor suffered any pain.

This cocoon is clearly different from a traditional cocoon. Because it is wrapped in the spiritual energy of the male master, it is light green.

Heamis reached out and touched it cautiously.

It's very soft.

So this is what protected the powerful ruler.

"Is there any way to quickly restore the male ruler to his original state?"

"This..." The doctor looked troubled. They couldn't be sure about this only case.

However, under Heemis's oppressive gaze, the doctor's expression turned serious. "Ultimately, this is an automatic protective reaction triggered by the male insect's body. If the male insect has a strong will to survive, it should wake up quickly."

"Perhaps, General, you could talk to the male insects more often."

Heemis pursed her lips. "Can the lord hear me?"

"Your Majesty's body has only fallen into a deep sleep; you are still conscious."

Heamis nodded thoughtfully.

The doctor closed the patient's medical record, put the pen in his pocket, and left the room, leaving them alone.

Heemis approached, her complex gaze falling on the green cocoon, as if talking to herself, "My lord, if you hadn't come to bring me food, would this have been averted...?"

However, this matter seems to have many suspicious points. The male ruler was fine when he arrived in the aircraft, so how come something suddenly went wrong when he returned?

Aircraft are among the best-selling modes of transportation, with consumers throughout the empire. Due to the large consumer base, the empire maintains extremely strict quality control over aircraft, ensuring that substandard products never enter the market.

Hemir's eyes narrowed. He would investigate this himself, but if it wasn't because of this, his gaze turned extremely cold. It might be due to the insects.

In either case, if they are found out, he will definitely not let them off the hook.

Heamis's gaze returned to what was before her, her eyes softening for a moment.

"My lord, wait for me."

He muttered those words to himself, then, stepping into his military boots, he left the ward.

Heemis traveled to the site of the crash of the male ruler's aircraft to see if she could find any clues.

Before arriving at the hospital, Heemis had already ordered the insects to surround the area within ten meters of the male master's aircraft.

When Heemis arrived, this was the scene she saw: the severely deformed aircraft had smashed a huge crater into the ground, a truly horrific sight.

Hermes' pupils contracted, and a chill ran through her.

He dared not imagine whether the male ruler would have survived without S-level mental strength.

Heamis was relieved, but also hated the people behind this incident.

A cold glint flashed in Heamis's eyes.

He's determined to find out the truth!

At this moment, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over. He had a refined appearance and handed over a document. "General, this is the inspection report for our Visky brand aircraft. Please take a look."

Heamis took the document and flipped through the pages with her fingertips.

The information on it is precise, down to the production date, batch number, and execution standards of the aircraft Gu Heng was piloting, all of which are recorded in detail and supported by supporting documentation.

After Heemis finished reading the last page, she closed the text.

His expression was unreadable.

This report is indeed without problems...

The insect continued, "The Viskyry aircraft is considered an old brand of aircraft in the Empire. We have strict quality control over our products, from parts to the final product."

"There have been no major flight accidents so far."

He paused slightly, then slowly continued, "I think the problem with the male insect this time might be due to other issues."

The female insect's eyes were hidden behind the lens, preventing the insect from seeing his gaze. "For example, the insect."

Heamis had considered the direction he mentioned before.

The reputation of S-grade male insects is so great that it's inevitable that some insects will have ulterior motives.

It now seems that this aspect definitely needs to be investigated more thoroughly.