APUTFFZG Chapter 27.2

Translator: Deyonna

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Elaine's eyes widened as he finally made out the numbers on the bottle. His shock was so strong that he looked almost comical.

Wait, no, what is that? Is that real?!

He quickly raised his head and met each of the doctors' eyes. After a long silence, he croaked, "...Did the machine break?"

The number on the collection bottle was a neat [5000ml], and a flashing red light indicated that it was full and a new bottle was needed.

But one collection bottle usually takes hundreds of male zergs to fill, which means...

This male zerg's level was much higher than they had imagined, and he was also more selfless and generous than they had thought.

"What's wrong... Did the machine break?"

Ye Er gradually recovered from his dizziness. He opened his eyes to find several motionless zergs and happened to hear Elaine's incredulous whisper, so he asked with some concern.

Although he still had a little less than half of his pheromones left, it certainly wasn't as abundant as before.

And if the machine had broken, it would be very inconvenient, since it could delay many things.

Hearing the male zerg's words, the doctors, still in shock, finally snapped out of their daze. They turned their heads in unison, startling Ye Er.

He blinked slowly. "Do... you want to draw again?"

"Is it not enough? I should have a little left. I can try to draw more. I used a lot yesterday to soothe my female zerg, so it might not have recovered yet…"

He looked a little helpless. The light in his eyes shone clear and bright beneath his trembling eyelashes. His complexion was slightly pale, but—

In the eyes of those doctors, he was almost radiating a sacred, angelic light.

"No, no, no, no!"

One doctor looked at him reverently, and after coming to his senses, he said repeatedly, "It's enough, more than enough. Thank you so much!"

Elaine stared at him in a daze. His eyes had reddened at some point, and his lips trembled for a while before he finally pressed them tightly together.

He bowed deeply at the waist to the male zerg before him. His voice was hoarse.

"...Thank you... very much."

For Alvin, for countless military females struggling painfully to live, and for himself.

Ye Er was silent for a moment, then turned sideways. He didn't accept the thanks, only saying, "Send it over. That military female named Alvin shouldn't be able to wait too long."

Watching them gingerly escort the pheromones out, Ye Er pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Wait."

A team of doctors rushed into the ward and urgently wheeled Alvin to the operating room. The military females in the way were all driven off by the grumpy attending doctor.

The red light outside the operating room door flickered on, but the noise outside hadn't been completely silenced.

The gray-haired senior doctor frowned and instructed the sub-female nurse beside him, "Tell those people outside to stop mourning. Alvin can still be saved!"

The noise woke the female zerg, who had been exhausted and unconscious. His sea-blue eyes opened with some difficulty, and he looked at the commotion before him in confusion.

He tried to clear his throat, but his voice was still muffled and hoarse, hard to hear. "Cough, cough... what..."

"Don't talk. Save your energy."

The skilled doctor, preparing for surgery, ordered in a cold tone.

But seeing his confused expression, he explained a little more. "Don't worry. That male zerg donated five thousand milliliters of pheromones. You're saved."

Alvin's chest heaved for a moment, and his expression went blank. After a long silence, he mumbled, "So that's how it is..."

But being told he was saved came too early. He knew his situation clearly. It wasn't just a lack of pheromones. He was almost at his limit.

On a marginal planet like Aitar, medical resources are scarce. They shouldn't be wasted on him.

Regardless, Alvin was deeply grateful to the generous male zerg. Those five thousand milliliters of pheromones would save countless military females, like an oasis appearing in the middle of a desert.

If he didn't make it this time, he at least wanted to ask the doctor to convey a message of gratitude.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the rusty sweetness rising in his throat. "Cough, cough... uh... if..."

As if he knew what Alvin was about to say, the doctor glared at him unhappily.

"I told you to shut up. I said you're going to be saved, so you're going to be saved. Don't give up on yourself."

He held a syringe between two fingers in front of Alvin. "Open your eyes wide and see what this is."

The liquid in the syringe was a vibrant, thick red. Under the harsh glare of the operating lamp, it pulsed with a warm, bloody light.

Reflected in those deep blue eyes, it was like a glimmer of light shining on the vast ocean.

Like... hope.

"This is from the male zerg, specifically for you. His blood."

"You mean..."

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Noah stared blankly at Elaine, whose eyes were shining in front of him. A sense of immense absurdity and unreality washed over him, all because of the resolute statement just now—

"That male zerg voluntarily donated five thousand milliliters of pheromones, and even his blood for Alvin."

The news shocked almost all the military females. They looked at one another for a moment, still finding it hard to believe.

"...Really?"

Elaine came over at a trot, still slightly out of breath from running back and forth along the corridor.

"Such a big thing. Why would I lie to you? I just settled the male zerg and ran straight over to tell you!"

"That's right! Something this big, how could it be fake?!"

"Heavens... thank the gods! Thank that male zerg!!"

Soon they reacted, cheering in low voices with excited expressions. They were so excited that they started hitting each other's chests and then hugged tightly.

"The colonel will be saved... Noah, what are you spacing out for?!"

A military female forcefully slung his arm around Noah's shoulder and shook him hard, finally bringing him back to his senses. Noah's lips moved, but his throat was clogged and no words came out.

He buried his face in his hands, took a deep breath, and trembled all over.

"Fuck, you're not crying, are you?!"

"You should apologize properly to the male zerg. You cursed and pointed at him in the ward earlier, and the male zerg not cutting you down was already merciful. Who knew he would donate so many pheromones? Alvin's survival depends entirely on that!"

"The male zerg's blood is worth tens of millions of star coins. We simply don't have the channels to get this stuff. And the male zerg donated it voluntarily... We have to thank him properly this time."

The shocking news quickly swept through the entire hospital.

Doctors had specialized communication channels, and since most patients were from the military, they were quite familiar with each other. However, by the time the story had passed from person to person, it had changed three or four times.

Beep, beep.

The terminal flickered repeatedly. Xie Zhao, exhausted in both mind and body from the military female across from him, cast him a glance, mumbled an apology, and stepped aside.

Xi Ze sat close to the sofa opposite him, his expression impassive. As the doctor's footsteps faded, he lowered his gaze and began tapping his fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair.

The psychological consultation was just as unsuccessful as those in the past. The young psychologist felt as if he were about to be pissed off to death by him.

It's not that he can't face the fact that he's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder; he doesn't even know what he's worried about.

Military females who had been immersed in the battlefield for years had more or less some psychological problems.

As one of the well-known figures, back when he still held his military rank, he had frequently been invited for tea.*

*Figuratively, to be interrogated about subversive political activities and warned against further involvement.

But even the empire's top psychological experts had been helpless against him.

First-class language manipulation failed, drugs and special therapies proved ineffective, and even the military court, with all its mind-breaking tactics, couldn't crack his defenses after interrogating him for months without sleep.

Xi Ze could clearly feel that the door had become one with the wall over the years. The handle had fallen off, the hinges had rusted, and the whole thing was covered in thick dust. Even he couldn't open it.

If it couldn't be opened, then it couldn't be opened. This was his armor against attacks. No gaps meant perfection.

He had always thought so, until Ye Er tried to treat his injuries.

The beautiful little male zerg furrowed his brow, pretending to look fierce as he banged and knocked on the defenses, trying to find the entrance.

But even his anger was very self-controlled. The so-called "punishment," compared to the threats and intimidation he had heard of, was as light as a feather and as soft as a snail's antenna.

He was even coaxed with a few casual words, and he willingly sat there repeating the psychological therapy he had gone through countless times, counting the minutes until the male zerg came to pick him up and take him home.

...Home.

He chewed on the word, which was too novel for him, barely able to suppress the noisy clamor in his chest, which made him unconsciously clench his fingers.

"Fuck?! Seriously?!"

The female zerg psychologist in the corner cried out in surprise, interrupting Xi Ze's reverie.

Then came a flurry of typing, enough to express his shock, interspersed with countless fucks and exclamations of astonishment, and Xi Ze's eyes flickered slightly.

"What happened?"

By the time he had finally composed himself and returned to his usual self, Xie Zhao had already wiped the smile from his face, his gaze fixed intently on Xi Ze.

Xie Zhao had already calmed down a bit, but when asked again, he instantly turned excited.

"It's your Male Lord! Let me tell you...!"

He told the whole story, emotion and detail and all, interspersed with random exclamations and praise.

"Really! This male zerg is so good, so amazing! Oh, my heavens!..."

"All the male zergs with some ability are basically arrogant to death, each one with their nose in the air. I never thought I'd meet a male zerg like this! Did the Xie family's ancestral grave suddenly start giving off green smoke?!"*

*Green smoke rising from an ancestral grave is a Chinese saying that the ancestors accumulated virtue and the descendants will prosper or gain fame or wealth.

Xi Ze listened quietly to the whole story, seemingly caught up in Xie Zhao's excitement. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and the gentle smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He wasn't surprised at all that Ye Er would do such a thing.

It was unknown when this feeling had broken his deep-rooted concept of male zergs and become a new standard, a criterion called "Ye Er."

But before he could smile for long, a thought spread like weeds, breaking through the high ground—

The male zerg was gentle and tolerant toward everyone.

He and that military female are alike. They were both saved by this mercy and generosity. There is simply... no difference.

I'm nothing special.

This thought, like overgrown weeds, wrapped around his heart layer after layer, strangling the soft flesh until it became congested and swollen, causing waves of tearing pain.

The smile at the corner of Xi Ze's eyes disappeared, leaving his expression blank.

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