Before going in, Wen Yuzhi thought Mansendis had co to the infirmary because he needed to see a doctor.
He never expected—
that in the end, it would be him sitting in the patient’s chair.
...O-O???
The teenager with two pointy cat ears trailing behind him stood there, still unable to figure out what was going on, when the man in front of him lifted him up with a blank, bewildered look.
It really was like picking up a cat—easy as anything. And then he was set down on the chair in front of him in one simple motion.
Just like the chair in the command room before, the chairs here were designed for the Saint Clan’s body size.
When Wen Yuzhi sat on it, he only took up about half the seat. His legs dangled down, but his toes still couldn’t touch the floor. They could only hang there, swaying slightly in midair.
...Th-this is a little embarrassing.
Sensing several gazes from front and back, Wen Yuzhi drew his legs together a little nervously.
He sat up perfectly straight, his lips pressed lightly together, trying his best to use a proper posture to hide the reality that he and this chair were simply not the sa height.
Alvin’s expression was still gentle and composed. Nothing showed on the face, but Alvin quietly used the light-brain to snap several photos of Wen Yuzhi, and even saved them into a private album visible only to Alvin.
Mansendis, on the other hand, frowned almost imperceptibly. Looking at the human cub sitting there, made to look like a doll by the oversized chair, he couldn’t help starting to consider whether the warship should be stocked with a few smaller chairs.
And the only one truly out of the loop in the room was probably the doctor who already belonged to the infirmary.
He sat on the other side of the desk. He couldn’t see clearly what was happening on Wen Yuzhi’s side. By the ti he trembled and fumbled around for his reading glasses and put them on—
he suddenly t an incredibly well-behaved little face.
“Hello.”
Seeing the other look over, out of respect for doctors as a profession, Wen Yuzhi blinked and greeted first, very politely.
“...!!!”
Mu Luo had already been notified ahead of ti that today he would be treating a human cub, but when he actually laid eyes on this little patient he was supposed to treat...
he still couldn’t help rubbing his eyes.
Where did this little cutie co from?!
It wasn’t that Mu Luo was biased—he was simply used to seeing Saint Clan cubs all day, cold and hard to approach.
And the worst part was that those little brats were born with the destructive power to dismantle an entire warship. Every ti he treated them, he had to sit there trembling, constantly worried about his own life.
And in a work environnt that brutal, suddenly running into a cub who was obedient and well-behaved, who didn’t make a fuss and was even polite...
Mu Luo felt like what was sitting in front of him was basically a little angel.
That little angel’s temper was just as good as he imagined, too—whatever Mu Luo said to check, Wen Yuzhi let him check. He was exactly the kind of patient doctors worried about the least.
Especially when Mu Luo was being watched by those clean, beautiful eyes, he felt like his mood improved.
Smiling, he said, “Are you curious?”
Wen Yuzhi froze for a mont, then realized his little sneaky glances had been noticed.
Once he realized that, he simply nodded openly. “A little. Your eyes...”
“My eyes aren’t the sa as theirs, right?”
Mu Luo’s expression was warm. He didn’t look offended at all. Smiling, he said, “Because I’m not Saint Clan. I’m from the Xier Clan.”
Before going to sleep, Wen Yuzhi had cramd so knowledge about the races in this world, and one of them was the Xier Clan.
If the Saint Clan were recognized across the galaxy as the most ferocious and terrifying race, then the Xier Clan were recognized as the most gentle and kind race. Their race could basically be said to have not even the slightest combat ability.
The reason they still hadn’t been wiped out to this day depended entirely on their superb dical technology. Every single Xier Clan mber was a precious doctor.
Other than the Saint Clan, no race dared be so insane as to claim they didn’t need doctors at all.
And it was precisely because of this dical skill that the Xier Clan, even without great strength, were still respected.
Of course, the Saint Clan were the exception.
Everyone knew the Saint Clan’s freakish self-healing physique ant they didn’t need doctors as a profession at all, and there were no doctors within the Saint Clan.
After all, you couldn’t expect a race that put almost all its skill points into fighting to turn around and treat illnesses and save people. And the reason Mu Luo appeared here was because he was the first doctor in all recorded interstellar history to be hired by the Saint Clan.
Key point—
a pediatrician.
Mu Luo’s main responsibility was treating Saint Clan cubs.
That curse-like ntal energy turmoil didn’t only tornt adult Saint Clan. Even the underage Saint Clan couldn’t escape it.
And because of their age, underage cubs still couldn’t properly control their power. It was easy for them to cause even greater destruction, and they could even develop self-destructive tendencies too early.
After Mansendis took the throne, he made an unprecedented choice: he invited a doctor to help underage cubs get through that period.
And so gentle-tempered Mu Luo beca the Saint Clan’s contracted external doctor.
Mu Luo really did have an affinity for it.
Wen Yuzhi listened to him talk, and without realizing it, he’d already finished the examination.
By the ti the consultation ended, Wen Yuzhi still felt a bit unsatisfied—he wanted to keep listening to how Mu Luo ultimately decided to co work as a doctor for the Saint Clan.
But Mu Luo winked at him and said he would leave that suspense for later.
Fine.
Wen Yuzhi knew he was being coaxed like a cub, but strangely, he couldn’t summon even the slightest anger.
Mu Luo’s attitude was just too good—like a kindly old grandfather.
The mont Wen Yuzhi saw him, he thought of Old Master Wen.
In the Wen family, aside from Wen Che and Madam Jilanya, only Old Master Wen had truly doted on him. It was just a pity the old man had passed away early. Otherwise, after his parents’ accident, Wen Yuzhi wouldn’t have beco imdiately lonely and helpless within the Wen family.
And Mu Luo also felt a lot of goodwill toward Wen Yuzhi, this obedient, well-behaved patient.
He stuffed a piece of candy into the human cub’s hand, then gave a conclusion for this consultation.
“Your body is a bit weak from birth. And second, you caught a chill. But it’s not a big problem. Take so dicine and nurture yourself a bit, and you’ll be fine.”
Mu Luo wasn’t just brushing him off.
With interstellar technology this advanced, a cold and fever really did count as a trivial minor illness. It was only because Wen Yuzhi’s body had never suffered much and was a little more delicate than normal that, after he got sick, his reaction looked more severe.
After taking dicine and sleeping again, Wen Yuzhi already looked much better now.
Mansendis nodded, indicating he understood, but his expression looked like he still had sothing to say.
Seeing that, Wen Yuzhi guessed that this was probably the real reason Mansendis had brought him to the infirmary.
Seeing a doctor was just incidental.
Sure enough, just as that thought flashed through Wen Yuzhi’s mind, Mansendis spoke.
“I want you to do a more thorough examination on him. Focus on the scent on his body.”
Scent?
Hearing that, Mu Luo froze.
How co he hadn’t slled any scent on this cub?
And then, right after that, Mansendis said sothing even more shocking.
The silver-haired Saint Clan monarch lowered his gaze. His brows held a bit of cold gloom, and his flat voice gave no hint of emotion. “When I stay by his side, I can feel my condition getting a little better.”
“His condition.”
Mu Luo understood Mansendis’s condition so clearly he couldn’t possibly understand it any better.
The Saint Clan’s ntal energy disorder had existed since the day they were born. The stronger the Saint Clan, the more severe the ntal energy turmoil and violent outbursts would be.
And without question, as the Saint Clan’s king, Mansendis’s condition was the most severe of all.
Mu Luo had never seen a ntal sea as chaotic and violent as his.
In Mu Luo’s words—
Mansendis should have gone insane long ago.
But he hadn’t. Not only had he not gone insane, the Saint Clan’s power kept expanding under his rule, and Mansendis himself beca a tyrant famous across the galaxy.
And now, Mu Luo was hearing Mansendis say his condition had improved a little.
It was no different from a terminally ill patient suddenly running up and saying their body had started to recover.
Mu Luo was so startled he hurriedly checked Mansendis first.
And unexpectedly, the results showed that Mansendis’s condition really had improved.
His ntal sea was still shrouded in a violent, dangerous chaos, like the next second he could fall into irrational madness.
But Mu Luo still noticed it—the disordered ntal energy looked violent, yet it was a bit # Nоvеlight # calr than the last ti he had examined Mansendis.
And you had to know: on Kanirila, Mansendis’s ntal energy had already erupted once.
For soone like Mansendis to be this calm after an outburst—
this was the first ti.
Joy imdiately surfaced on Mu Luo’s face.
By contrast, Mansendis’s reaction was much colder. There was no expression on his face, as if the “improvent” Mu Luo was talking about had nothing to do with him.
And Wen Yuzhi watched the whole process from the side. Listening to Mu Luo and Mansendis talk, he finally reacted a beat late—
the “scent” they were talking about was very likely his pheromones.
But... wasn’t his pheromone scent undetectable?
Before, that so-called second uncle of his had dragged him through who-knew-how-many tests, and the results were all the sa: his pheromones were the lowest grade—so low that not even the worst Alpha could sll them.
Those words were basically one step away from pointing at Wen Yuzhi’s nose and calling him useless trash with a gland defect.
From the initial shock, Wen Yuzhi had gradually accepted it by now. After all, even he couldn’t sll his own pheromones.
“Could it be a mistake?” he couldn’t help saying.
“It’s not impossible...” Mu Luo said. He looked at Mansendis, clenched his teeth, and said, “Let’s do a test!”
What exactly was going on—only a detailed examination could make it clear.
He looked at Wen Yuzhi. Mansendis’s gaze also slowly fell on Wen Yuzhi, that cold stare almost tangible.
With every pair of eyes in the room staring, Wen Yuzhi was instead the calst one there.
“Then test ,” he said.
His tone was steady.
He’d done so many tests already. One more or one less didn’t make any difference.
Since it was going to be a detailed examination, it couldn’t be like before, done just through consultation questions.
Under Mu Luo’s arrangents, Wen Yuzhi lay down inside a dical pod.
The mont he lay in it, a gentle liquid wrapped around his body.
It felt like returning to his mother’s amniotic fluid. Wen Yuzhi couldn’t help getting drowsy.
And what he didn’t know was that at the mont he closed his eyes, across the entire galaxy—no matter which corner they were in—every Saint Clan felt a sudden, inexplicable clutch of palpitations.
It was a feeling they were not unfamiliar with.
Because that feeling had long since been carved into their genes.
And the aning it represented was anything but ordinary.
It ant—
the Saint Clan had welcod the birth of yet another noble Royal Blood Highness.
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