D-level males reached the pinnacle of life by living off women.

Underneath the clothes on the tray were various items that Dorian had brought with him.

At first glance, none of the items were missing in terms of quantity, but their appearances had all changed drastically.

Some were charred black like charcoal, others were twisted and deformed, and even Dorian, the main insect, had difficulty distinguishing what they were originally supposed to be.

Dorian managed to raise his hand and rummage through the items.

After a long period of thought and identification, he finally picked up a piece of scrap metal that resembled a communication device.

It's obvious without even trying that this communicator is unusable.

It seems that the idea of ​​transferring money to Lord Fez via communicator and asking him to contact the hospital to pick up the insects is not going to work.

"Lord Fez, may I borrow your communicator? I'd like to contact the House Bug," Dorian said.

Fies shook his head somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I don't have a communicator, and not only do I not have one, none of the insects in our village do either. We don't like using that kind of thing."

Dorian did not question what Fez said.

Without a communicator, this would be unimaginable on other planets, but it's normal for the Embera insectoids. Dorian could only lament his bad luck; his savior, the Embera insectoid, just happened to be one of them.

But now that things have come to this, Dorian is left with only one option: to wait.

I'll think of something else once I can move my body again. Hopefully, that green, sticky herb will be of some use.

......

After exchanging a few words with Dorian, Fies left the room, telling Dorian to get some rest before leaving.

After Dorian lay in bed for a while, the Apache uncle that Fez mentioned came to change his dressing.

Uncle Apache is a rugged-looking, cheerful middle-aged female insect. As soon as she entered the room, she greeted Dorian warmly, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

After exchanging a few words, Uncle Apache carefully scraped off the ointment on Dorian's body to check the healing of his wounds.

After observing carefully for a while, Uncle Apache nodded in satisfaction and said.

"The wound is healing well. Your level is not low. A low-level female insect could not heal this quickly with this kind of injury."

"I am a B-grade student."

Out of caution, Dorian did not reveal his true rank.

However, Uncle Apache did not doubt it. Most of the Embera insectoids were of low level, and B-level was already a rare high level for them.

"It's actually Grade B. No wonder you recovered so quickly. I'll prepare some more herbs for you. At this rate of healing, I estimate you'll be almost fully recovered in about a month."

Thank you.

Uncle Apache chuckled and said, "No need to thank me. The person you should really thank is that kid, Fiss."

Uncle Apache told Dorian that when Fez brought him back to the village, he was badly injured.

The entire insect looked charred, completely unrecognizable from its original form.

At the time, Uncle Apache advised Faith to give up, thinking that he definitely couldn't save him, but Faith insisted on trying, saying that no matter what, it was still a bug's life.

Then Fez took him home and cared for him diligently every day. Unexpectedly, he eventually woke up.

"Face is very happy that you're awake; it's a good thing all the time and effort he's put in," Uncle Apache said.

After listening to Uncle Apache's words, Dorian didn't say anything on the surface, but his originally calm heart was stirred by a slight ripple, and his liking for Fies increased even more.

He decided that once he returned to the capital planet, he would definitely repay Lord Fies for saving his life.

......

In the days that followed, Dorian, unable to do anything, could only obediently lie in bed to recover from his injuries.

He was actually very anxious and uneasy inside.

Without a communicator, he was essentially cut off from the outside world.

He couldn't even imagine how anxious the insects would be if they couldn't contact him.

Moreover, he had a wedding to hold and many things to deal with at the military headquarters. Just thinking about all the things he would have to face when he returned to the capital planet gave him a terrible headache.

Dorian spent ten days in a state of anxiety, but his recovery was faster than expected.

Ten days have passed, and although his wound still aches slightly when he walks, he is now able to move on his own.

So Dorian decided to leave his home in Fez and head to the nearest city to buy a communicator.