The head nurse sighed.
The medical capsule was actually sealed, and the air was circulated through specialized connection tubes, so the cleanliness of the ward would not cause infections. However, with so many high-level psychic female insects, if anything stirred them up inside, it could end badly.
“Shh, everyone keep quiet!”
“We cannot disturb Young Lord Tong’s treatment. Anyone who violates the rules will be the first I take down.”
The noble female insects seemed to have reached a delicate agreement among themselves. Their competition was based on ensuring Young Lord Tong’s safety; nothing was more important than that.
They could only press against the glass outside the ward. Although there were two layers of glass, making the view a bit blurry, it couldn’t hide the beauty of the master lying inside the medical capsule.
The females whispered in admiration:
“Lord’s beauty truly makes one feel happy just by glancing at it.”
“He looks so good when sleeping.”
“My Kucha has reacted, who brought the suppressants? I need another dose!”
…
Just as they continued their chatter, a spray of disinfectant was directed at them.
“Hey, hey, hey!! What’s the meaning of this?!”
York set down the disinfectant spray and said coldly, “Disinfecting. You’re too dirty.”
Dirty in mind, and dirty in behavior.
“Who are you talking about?” One noble female was upset. She wanted to rush out to confront him but was pulled back, cursing, “Are you noble? If you can, don’t react!”
York put on a mask and gloves, his eyes were as cold and piercing as the scent of disinfectant.
He pressed down on the doorknob and twisted it downwards.
“Don’t worry, I’m not like you; I’m professional.”
He pushed the door open without giving the females behind him a chance and quickly closed it.
“Damn, what a show-off.”
“Don’t blame us for not warning him; I bet he’ll hold onto the wall when he comes out.”
The VIP ward had excellent soundproofing, so York couldn’t hear the voices outside and could only hear the faint noises of the medical capsule working.
He approached slowly.
As his cold gaze fell on the young male insect lying inside the medical capsule, it tightened slightly.
The closer he got, the more he was drawn to this beauty, causing his breathing to deepen as he scanned the information outside the capsule.
Tong Sui.
D-Class Male Insect.
A hint of disappointment flickered in York’s eyes; he was indeed drawn to that face, but how much influence could a D-Class male insect have?
No matter what, it couldn’t be as exaggerated as they claimed. There were many surface-level admirers among the females, likely losing their impartial judgment due to appearances.
As an A-Class female, a D-Class male insect could have no influence over his psychic sea.
York placed his hand on the medical capsule’s activation button, gently pressing it down.
The next second.
The overwhelming scent almost caused him to collapse. He steadied himself against the capsule, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Had simply smelling the faint scent from the one lying inside left him unable to handle it?
York couldn’t believe it was him.
Yet that subtle fragrance made his heart race, his fingers tremble, delivering a feeling that was both novel and chilling.
It was far stronger than he had ever fantasized while seeking mental comfort; it almost made his scalp tingle. What if the master woke up?
Just the thought was unbearable for York.
He supported himself and thoroughly brushed over Tong Sui’s form, pausing excessively in one spot.
York swallowed hard, his throat dry and almost painful. Finally, he raised his trembling finger to shut the medical capsule.
That scent lingered still.
After an unknown amount of time, York finally regained the strength to stand.
He would ensure that this master was safe, vowing on his own life.
York carefully checked all the displayed data on the medical capsule. Except for the unclear cause of the persistent high fever, everything else appeared normal.
In this case, symptomatic treatment wouldn’t be difficult to solve.
Thus, he took out an expensive syringe and pushed it into the infusion port.
This medication quickly reduced fever and provided various trace elements needed for the male insect’s body, with gentle effects and no side effects.
He waited quietly for a moment, noticing the displayed body temperature dropping by half a degree, indicating the medicine was taking effect.
The frown that had remained on the face had relaxed a bit, truly looking like he was sweetly asleep.
York felt a soft pang in his heart.
He indeed needed a quiet rest now.
York cleaned up the remnants of the syringe and turned to exit.
A crowd of female insects quickly surrounded him. “How is Young Lord Tong? Is he okay?”
“Can we go in to see him?”
York pulled out a sign he had rummaged up from somewhere, hanging it on the doorknob, and coldly said to the head nurse beside him, “This patient is now under my care. No bug is allowed to approach without my permission.”
“What do you mean? Are you trying to abuse your power for personal gain?”
“Laughable, weren’t you kneeling inside a moment ago? Keep pretending, is this what you call professionalism?”
“You say we can’t approach, so do you really think we will listen to you? Impossible. I need to go in and see if you’ve done anything to Young Lord Tong.”
As they argued, there came the sound of two sets of footsteps behind them.
The Third Prince Lu Yunyi and Payne Huana walked in unison. Both were strong competitors in terms of family background and appearance.
York clicked his tongue.
“Lord Tong,” Payne Huana, showing no regard for his own status, leaned against the glass to look inside. Upon confirming Young Lord Tong was okay, he sighed heavily.
“Great! Young Lord Tong is safe.”