Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

The court official's fawning smile froze on his face, his gaze fixed on the "SS-level male insect + relative of the council chairman" access badge glowing in the corner of the screen, as he hurriedly bowed and scraped across the camera.

"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Shen Yan, rest assured! This humble official will immediately use the highest priority dispatch, and will definitely deliver your empress intact within two hours!"

Without saying anything more, Shen Yan cut off the communication, and the screen went dark instantly.

The only sounds in the living room were his heavy breathing and the faint, rapidly flashing light of the indicator light on the top of the 001.

"Master, we've already contacted the trauma team at the Imperial Central General Hospital. They've said they'll open a dedicated treatment channel, and all the top-of-the-line equipment has been tested and ready in advance."

001 drifted to Shen Yan's side, its electronic voice losing its usual liveliness and gaining a touch of solemnity:

"The rescue hovercraft is already on standby in the parking space, and all the onboard emergency medical equipment is the latest model, so it can respond to any emergencies on the road."

He raised his hand to press his temples, his gaze falling on the empty screen. The festering wound in the dark web livestream and the deathly stillness in Karandal's eyes flashed repeatedly through his mind.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Have the driver drive the car into the yard, and once the insects arrive, bring them directly into the car."

"Received! The driver has been notified to adjust the location."

The 001 Rapid Operation System further added:

"Master, Samuel is an A-rank male insect. Although his rank is high, he is no match for you. With the natural priority of an SS-rank male insect, he would never dare to have the slightest objection."

Shen Yan didn't respond, but walked to the French windows and stared blankly at the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind in the courtyard.

He had been in this world for a month, but he still couldn't quite adapt to the Zerg's strict hierarchical system, even though he was the one enjoying the benefits.

……

"Master! They're here, five minutes earlier than expected."

Looking up, the automatic doors of the courtyard emitted a low hum, and a black hovering escort vehicle bearing the emblem of the Imperial Court slowly drove in, its metallic patterns gleaming coldly in the morning light.

As soon as the train came to a stop, two female insects dressed in black uniforms emerged from the carriage. Together, they carried a simple metal cage, the bars of which were still stained with uncleaned filth and blood.

The officer in charge of escorting them was the female insect official from the earlier communication. He strode forward, a fawning smile plastered on his face, even his breathing becoming lighter.

"Your Excellency, the female insect you requested has arrived."

"We specially arranged the fastest escort vehicle, and we would never dare to delay Your Excellency's time... By the way, your father, Speaker of the Council of Toses, will be presiding over the revision of the Colony Act next week. Our department is hoping that you can put in a few words of advice for the Speaker."

Annoying words lingered in his ears, but Shen Yan ignored them, his gaze fixed on the metal cage, the gruesome bloody scene causing his heart to clench suddenly.

The cage was so small that Karandall could only curl up, his tattered prison clothes already soaked in blood, barely covering his vitals.

On his exposed arms and calves, layers of old and new whip marks and burns lay intertwined, some with black scabs, others still oozing pus and blood.

His once waist-length blue hair was matted together like withered grass, mixed with blood scabs and dirt, covering most of his face, making even his breathing seem weak and difficult.

"Sir, you should be more careful."

Seeing that Shen Yan was staring intently at the cage, the official quickly leaned closer and whispered a warning, his tone both obsequious and cautionary:

"Although he was a general in the past, he was wild beyond measure. When Lord Samuel proposed to him, he dared to refuse in public. On the way to exile, he was even more unyielding and injured the female insects guarding him several times."

He rubbed his hands together and added:

"You are a precious SS-rank male, and the young master of the council chairman. Your body is as delicate as gold and jade. What if he hurts you?"

"Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, just contact me. I'll bring this worm over immediately and teach this ignorant little devil a lesson, so he'll know who his master is!"

"Shut up."

Shen Yan's voice was as cold as ice, and the chill in his eyes made the official shut up instantly, his smile freezing into a mask.

Without looking at him again, he walked straight to the cage and gestured to the servants carrying the cage to open the door.

Shen Yan glanced at the female soldier in the cage a few more times before realizing that her head was leaning against the side of the cage and she had already lost consciousness.

"What's wrong with him?"

Upon seeing this, the official quickly explained, "Don't worry! It's just that we were a bit too rough with her earlier, and she hadn't eaten for several days, so she just fainted... Female insects are very resilient; they won't die."

As he spoke, he glanced contemptuously at the insect in the cage, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

Ignoring him, the male bent down and approached the cage, his fingertips carefully probing Karandal's carotid artery. The weak but steady pulse made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"You two help me lift him out, be careful not to touch the wound."

With the strength of a single insect, Shen Yan certainly couldn't lift this unconscious female soldier, so he gave orders to the two servants guarding the cage.

The servants dared not be negligent in the slightest. They immediately bent down and reached into the cage, carefully avoiding the festering wounds. One insect supported the neck and the other the waist and abdomen, and slowly lifted Calandel up.

The unconscious body was limp as if boneless, the head tilted weakly to one side, and the bloodstains on the face slid down with the movement, revealing the pale, almost transparent skin underneath.

Shen Yan then saw his complete face clearly. Even though it was covered in filth and bloodless, it could not hide his exquisite features. However, his eyes, which should have been as bright as sapphires, were tightly closed, and blood was still seeping from the wound at the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheekbone and into the corner of his mouth, a shocking sight.

"Master, the vehicle stretcher is ready."

001 floated over just in time and manipulated the hovercar to extend a folding stretcher from the back seat, which was covered with a soft, sterile mat.

Following Shen Yan's gesture, the attendant gently placed Kalandel on the stretcher. The moment he touched the soft fabric, the unconscious Kalandel seemed to unconsciously flinch, letting out a barely audible groan, clearly indicating that his wound had been touched.

Shen Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said:

"Quick, load it onto the car."

A group of insects quickly pushed the stretcher into the back seat of the hovercar, and Shen Yan also got in. He immediately ordered the car to start, and then slowly reached out and gently placed his palm on Kalander's forehead, brushing away the strands of hair stuck to his wound.

The hovercar rose smoothly and sped towards the hospital.

The car was quiet, with only the electronic voice of 001 reporting vital signs and Karandal's gradually steady breathing.

My gaze fell on the bloodstains on his cheek, and I remembered the photo of him in military uniform in the file.

At that time, the wings of the Goddess of Light, the Morpho butterfly, were spread behind Kalandall. The gilded and azure iridescence shimmered in the sunlight, and his blue eyes were sharp as blades. How spirited and vigorous he was!

But now, its wings are gone, its dignity is gone, and all that remains are its wounds and its dying shell.

"These beasts!"

He cursed under his breath, his knuckles turning white from the force, but he forcibly suppressed the anger that was hard to contain in his heart. The most important thing now was to save Karandel's life; everything else could wait until he was out of danger.

The hovercar traveled extremely fast and arrived at the Imperial Central General Hospital in no time.

The emergency medical team, who had already been notified and were waiting at the door, immediately surrounded them and quickly pushed a special emergency bed forward.

The lead doctor skillfully transferred Karandel to a gurney, inserted an oxygen tube, connected him to a cardiac monitor, and rushed him toward the emergency room.

Shen Yan followed closely behind, watching as the emergency bed was pushed into the door marked "Emergency Rescue." The red light instantly turned on, and he stopped, leaning against the wall of the corridor, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Master, please sit down for a while. I'll get you a glass of warm water."

001 floated to the nearby bench, patted the cushion to signal him to sit down, but Shen Yan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the closed door.

The corridor was quiet, with only the faint beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor coming through the crack in the door.

The boy stood there for a long time until his female father sent him a message asking why he had turned down the blind date. He then reluctantly replied, "Something urgent came up. I'll tell you later."

He didn't mention the female insect, thinking he would explain in detail once the situation stabilized. Given the female father's indulgence of him, and Calander's status as a meritorious official of the empire, he believed they would understand his decision.

The emergency room lights stayed on for a full two hours before going out. When the doctor came out, his face, though exhausted, seemed to show a great sense of relief after removing his mask.

"Your Excellency Shen Yan, thankfully you brought the patient in time; the patient's vital signs have stabilized temporarily."

"The necrotic tissue and maggots in the wound have been cleaned out, but there is still a risk of infection. We will see how the recovery progresses..."

He paused, his tone becoming serious, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the boy, his words carrying a hint of cautious probing:

"His mental condition is very bad. There are multiple irreversible cracks in his mental sea. The long-term lack of mental strength, coupled with torture, has brought him to the brink of collapse."

"In the future... if you can spare some mental energy to guide the repair process, combined with medication and psychological intervention, there is a possibility of a full recovery."

After saying that, the doctor lowered his eyes and said no more. In the Empire, male insects are pampered and spoiled from birth. Their spiritual power is a precious private property.

Only when female insects go to great lengths to please and coax them can they earn even the slightest bit of comfort from them. When this suggestion was made, there was no hope in it; it was merely a matter of fulfilling an obligation to inform.

"Okay, how long until he wakes up?"

Shen Yan's voice interrupted his thoughts, her tone showing no hesitation or impatience.

The doctor looked up abruptly, a clear look of surprise in his eyes, and then quickly replied, "Don't worry, the female insect has a strong recovery ability. If nothing unexpected happens, she should wake up within a few days."

After seeing the other person off, Shen Yan entered the intensive care unit and looked at the lifeless Kalandall on the hospital bed. His fingertips unconsciously curled up.

Having only recently transmigrated to this world, although possessing an SS-level mental power talent, he had never truly used it, let alone used his mental power to soothe Kalandall.

Since he had nothing else to do, he accessed the StarNet using his personal computer.

He typed "how to use male insects' mental power to soothe female insects" into the search bar, but the content that popped up on the screen made him frown.

The content is all about "how female insects can please male insects to gain their mental strength", "three tricks to get male insects to give you mental guidance", and "techniques for making requests for mental comfort to please male insects", but there is no practical guide from the male insect's perspective at all.

He patiently flipped through dozens of pages before he could barely piece together a vague idea:

The male insect can control its spiritual power at will, without having to follow complicated rules. It only needs to concentrate its mind to explore the female insect's spiritual sea.

He took a deep breath, sat down by the bedside, and gently placed his palm on Karandal's cold forehead.

Close your eyes, clear your mind of all distractions, and silently repeat in your heart, "Comfort him, comfort him, comfort him."

It really works.

A warm and gentle spiritual energy overflowed from his palm, transforming into wisps of light that slowly seeped into Kalandel's sea of ​​consciousness.

The female insect, whose brows were furrowed and who was even uneasy in her unconscious state, trembled slightly. Her tightly pursed lips gradually relaxed, her chest heaving became steady, and her fingers, which were unconsciously gripping the sheets, slowly loosened.

As soon as Shen Yan's spiritual power touched the core of the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, he clearly felt the shattering and chaos of that space.

Like ruins swept by a raging storm, cracks spread like a spider web, and fragments of the remaining spirit collided chaotically within them.

The spiritual energy transmitted is like a stream thrown into a deep valley; it can only barely soothe the surface agitation and cannot reach the deep wounds at all.

He sighed inwardly; repairing such a damaged spiritual sea was by no means something that could be accomplished overnight.