A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

"You're Dr. Nafi?"

Patin coldly examined the insect in front of him.

With striking blond hair, unusually cold blue-green heterochromatic eyes, and a particularly gruesome and terrifying burn mark on his face.

She was also a pitiful female soldier.

"If you need to see a doctor, please queue at the back."

Raphael's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

He stared directly into the middle-aged insect's eyes, showing no sign of backing down.

He utterly detested this kind of bullying behavior and naturally wouldn't give the other party a friendly look.

Patin's lips curved slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He stared at Dr. Nafi with a forced smile, and moved his lips slightly.

"Take him away!"

"You can't do this. There are still many diseases and pests waiting to be treated..."

Raphael was restrained by two female soldiers and struggled desperately.

I deeply abhor these scoundrels who oppress the poor.

Remembering that Chris and Paparo were still in the hotel, he forcefully shook off the two female soldiers.

"I will not go with you."

"It's so noisy, shut him up!"

Patin didn't even bother to glance at him, turning around and leaving without looking back.

Raphael's expression changed slightly when he saw a female soldier bending down to take off her socks.

He shouted anxiously.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Patin curled his lips into a disdainful sneer.

Those sharp eyes scanned the surrounding insects, and he waved his hand impatiently.

"Everyone, please disperse! The hospital is distributing free painkillers..."

Before he could finish speaking, the insects that had just gathered there rushed to the hospital.

Raphael boarded the aircraft with his medicine box on his back. During this period, the entire western continent was under a no-fly zone.

He already had a general idea in his mind: the person who wanted to see him was likely a high-ranking general of the rebel army.

When the aircraft landed at the luxurious manor, Raphael stepped out and silently followed behind the middle-aged insect.

Along the way, he saw many medical staff bustling about, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Finally, they stopped in front of a door.

As soon as Raphael opened the door, he saw the figure lying on the bed.

It turned out to be Gaia, the rebel leader.

Despite having prepared himself mentally, he was still shocked when he saw Gaia.

However, as an experienced doctor, Raphael quickly regained his composure.

He went to the bedside and, after a careful examination, determined that Gaia had contracted the plague.

Although this disease is not fatal in the short term, it can cause great suffering to patients.

Raphael took the prepared medicine out of the medicine box and handed it to the medical staff next to him.

He added, "These medications can relieve his discomfort, but they can't completely cure it. Let him take them for two days and see how effective they are."

Padding, who was standing nearby, snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Enough with the nonsense. If it can't be cured, there's no point in keeping your hands."

Raphael was enraged by his words and couldn't help but retort sarcastically.

"It's not that I'm not skilled enough; it's just that medicines are scarce in the western continent, and even common infectious diseases have become difficult to treat."

Patin was so angry that his face turned red and his chest muscles heaved.

His eyes widened in anger, and he grabbed the other man's collar tightly with both hands, then yanked him away forcefully.

He raised his foot, as if to kick.

Just as his foot was about to strike the opponent.

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

"Paddington, stop!"

Although the voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible majesty.

Padding froze on the spot.

He slowly turned his head and saw that Lord Gaia's face was as pale as paper, and he seemed even weaker than before.

"Sir, he spoke terribly. Let me teach him a lesson."

"Dr. Neffi is my honored guest, and... he is telling the truth."

Gaia's voice was strained, as if each word required immense effort.

After saying this, he seemed to have all his strength drained away, and his head swayed slightly.

He pinched his leg hard to barely muster his strength.

His face grew even paler, his lips were bloodless, and he felt an unbearable metallic tingling in his throat, causing him to cough lightly twice.

With each cough, the blood gushing from his throat could no longer be contained, and a rusty, metallic taste filled his mouth.

Gaia picked up the handkerchief from the bedside table and gently covered her lips.

Then, without making a sound, he hid the blood-stained handkerchief in his palm.

"Haven't heard from him yet?"

Gaia's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a hint of despair and helplessness.

Padding lowered his head, not daring to look at Lord Gaia's disappointed eyes.

She replied softly, "There's no news yet."

After a moment of silence, Patin seemed to have mustered his courage.

He continued, "There's another piece of bad news: the scouts Robin sent out all perished in Death Valley, and their communication equipment was also destroyed. We suspect..."

"Ahem, Patin, go and arrange a room for Dr. Nefi."

Gaia interrupted Patin, his voice clearly carrying a hint of displeasure.

Patin's back was stiff.

Realizing he had misspoke, he quickly responded.

He picked up Dr. Nefi lying on the ground and hurriedly left.

Watching Padding's departing figure, Gaia sighed inwardly.

This Patin, I really don't know whether to call him arrogant or brainless, he dares to say anything.

He slowly opened his palm, and a clean white handkerchief lay quietly in his hand.

It was stained with a bright crimson color, which was particularly glaring.

He stared at that red color, his eyes gradually welling up with tears, and an indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart.

Perhaps because of his illness, he became exceptionally sensitive, and his fear of loneliness intensified.

I long for a warm male insect to keep me company, to offer him comfort and support.

I can't even remember the last time I was sick, when I had insects by my side.

It seems that every time he gets sick, he faces it alone and pulls through.

Gaia sighed softly, opened the communicator, and the list of contacts on the screen quickly expanded.

His gaze was drawn to the name at the top, as if by a magnet.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively pressed the call button.

The video call was connected quickly, before the insect on the other end could even speak.

Gaia said impatiently, "I want to see you. Oh, and remember to bring the robotic insect."

After a long silence on the other end, a simple "Okay" finally came from the other side.

Meanwhile, at the end of the corridor.

Raphael was arguing fiercely with Patin.

He insisted that he had friends waiting for him at the hotel and that he had to go back to the hotel.

Patin struggled to resist the urge to slap him away, his eyes cold and menacing.

She forcibly pushed him into the room, her voice icy cold.

"Dr. Nefi, if you don't want anything to happen to your friend, you should quickly find a way to cure Lord Gaia's illness."

Otherwise, I'll send insects to drive your friends off the western continent.

Raphael looked visibly flustered.

She raised her hand and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, trying to appear calm.

"You, you mustn't touch my friend."