The air suddenly fell silent.
Situ Linchen’s face, taut with anger and pain, showed a crack.
He, a dignified Marshal of the Interstellar Alliance, had actually been reminded to pull up his pants in front of an unawakened ordinary woman.
This was simply a humiliation he had never encountered before…
“Hmph.”
With a cold snort, he abruptly turned around, leaving Ning Shuyin a broad view of his back.
This movement clearly aggravated the wound on his back, causing his body to tremble slightly.
Ning Shuyin still didn’t know where to look—the front made her heart race, and the back was equally visually striking.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth lines, and that so-called perfect…
Her face was now hot enough to fry an egg.
A rustling sound.
The man had already put his combat suit back on, but due to the injury on his back, the top hung at his waist.
Then, he opened the Light-brain on his wrist.
“Mu Ze.”
The secretary officer’s respectful response came immediately from the other end of the Light-brain: “Marshal, please give your orders.”
“Bring two sets of casual clothes to the entrance of the Resonance Pod. Also, notify the medical officer to come.”
“Yes, Marshal.”
The call ended.
Situ Linchen walked to a corner of the room.
“Click.”
The wall cabinet slid open, revealing some small, precision equipment neatly arranged inside.
There was a medical symbol on them, and Ning Shuyin guessed they were treatment devices.
Sure enough, Situ Linchen took out a spray gun the size of a palm.
With his back to her, he braced one hand against the cold metal wall.
On the smooth muscle lines of the man’s back, the wound sliced open by the shattered blade was still slowly seeping beads of blood, staining his pale skin red.
He seemed to want to treat it himself.
But that position was too awkward, and the treatment nozzle of the spray gun could never align with the wound surface.
The awkward angle of his arm only worsened the tearing of the wound.
Ning Shuyin’s heart trembled at the sight.
“Let me help you.” She got off the bed.
Reason told her that the farther away she stayed from this dangerous man, the better.
But just now, it was this very body that had shielded her at the critical moment.
Otherwise, that broken blade would have already sent her away.
She couldn’t just stand by and do nothing—Ning Shuyin’s conscience wouldn’t allow it.
Barefoot on the cold floor, the torn fabric on her body could barely cover her. But fortunately, this man had his back to her.
Hearing her words, Situ Linchen’s movements stiffened, and he didn’t turn around.
“You?” His tone was full of doubt.
“I can see it’s inconvenient for you.” Ning Shuyin cautiously approached. “I used to frequently deal with things that were out of reach.”
Situ Linchen was silent for a moment, as if assessing the truthfulness of her words.
Ning Shuyin wasn’t lying.
What she meant by “used to” was when she worked as a logistics worker in the real world.
Some unruly packages would end up in all sorts of awkward corners during transport, and she could always find a way to get them out.
After waiting for a while, he said nothing, which she took as tacit permission.
Ning Shuyin took the treatment gun from his hand.
As the distance closed, she realized she only reached his shoulder in height.
“Don’t move.” She mustered all her strength to make her voice sound calm enough.
She tilted her head up, stood on her tiptoes, and aimed the treatment gun at the gruesome wound.
“Buzz—”
The treatment gun activated, emitting a faint hum.
A soft green halo enveloped the wound.
Where the light reached, the damaged flesh and skin seemed to be pulled and woven together by an invisible force, the wound slowly and laboriously closing.
“Mn.”
Situ Linchen let out a muffled groan, clearly enduring the pain of the treatment process.
Ning Shuyin watched the wound healing process with her own eyes—a near-tearing regeneration, the muscle fibers ruthlessly pulled, clear and cruel.
“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?” Ning Shuyin asked instinctively.
“Military-grade treatment device. Only the result matters.” He squeezed these words out through clenched teeth.
“Just now, thank you for saving me.” Ning Shuyin said softly.
The man was silent for a few seconds.
“You’re overthinking it.”
His voice came from ahead, carrying a slight breathlessness.
“According to interstellar law, during a legally mandated date, the male party is obligated to protect the female party’s personal safety. It’s not that I particularly wanted to save you.” He said.
Ning Shuyin could only say “Oh,” and swallowed all the remaining words.
After that, she didn’t dare speak again, focusing on moving the Treatment Gun, ensuring the soft green light covered every inch of the wound surface.
Situ Linchen seemed to not take her seriously either, directly unfolding his Light-brain screen and beginning to handle official documents. As if the one treating his wounds behind him was just an emotionless machine.
The wound suturing process was long and tedious.
Apart from his occasional muffled groans as he endured the pain, only the “zzz” sound of the treatment device remained in the room.
The wound surface had already healed over 90%.
But Situ Linchen’s frame was truly too tall.
Ning Shuyin had to stand on her tiptoes the entire time, holding her arm high, to maintain the Treatment Gun in the correct position.
As time went on, her arm ached repeatedly, and the Treatment Gun she held began to tremble.
She wanted to borrow some support, so her free hand reached toward his back—
However, she overlooked one thing.
The man in front of her, because of enduring the pain, had long been covered in fine beads of sweat on his back.
The moment her fingertips touched that firm skin, they unexpectedly slid downward, straight to his waist.
She hurriedly grabbed the fabric at his waist to barely steady her hand.
“Don’t touch carelessly.”
Situ Linchen’s voice rang out instantly, low and hoarse, carrying the warning of someone who had been offended.
This action, to anyone watching, would look like an ambiguous sneak attack.
“Sorry.” Ning Shuyin withdrew her hand as if electrocuted, hastily apologizing.
He didn’t make another sound.
She let out a breath of relief.
But the next second, the man before her suddenly turned around.
One looking down, one looking up.
Their eyes met, the distance between them extremely close.
Complex, indistinguishable emotions churned in his eyes.
Ning Shuyin was extremely nervous.
Was he angry? Did he think she was deliberately taking advantage of him?
She opened her mouth, really wanting to explain that she truly didn’t mean that.
She just… treated him like one of those packages stuck at the end of the conveyor belt, needing a helping hand to steady.
But the moment this thought emerged, she firmly pressed it down.
Can’t say it! Absolutely can’t say it!
If the lofty Alliance Marshal knew that she was comparing him in her mind to a… broken package, he would probably die of rage on the spot, and incidentally scatter her ashes to the wind.
So, Ning Shuyin could only keep her mouth tightly shut, gazing nervously at him with a pair of innocent eyes that clearly read “I didn’t mean it.”
[Target character Situ Linchen’s favorability has increased.]
[Current favorability: -50 (Dangerous).]
The system notification sound that rang in her mind left Ning Shuyin completely bewildered.
Favorability… increased?
Why?
She clearly hadn’t done anything.
Oh, wait, no—she had.
She’d made a move that could easily be mistaken for “feeling him up.”
She might have even made him angry.
Was the Marshal’s affection level really this strange?
So then, could she…