After the Zerg General Was Accidentally Marked - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: The Ward

A blue-eyed military female lay on the hospital bed. He looked exceptionally weak, appearing as if he were about to die at any moment.

“I am Everett Langston,” Everett heard himself say. “Admiral, you will definitely get better. Don’t worry.”

Admiral? Admiral Sears?

The military female did not respond, eyes half-open, body ice-cold, and then suddenly turned into a pile of sand that slipped through his fingers.

No!! Everett desperately tried to gather the sand into his arms, but it was in vain.

In another blink, the sand rose as mist, transforming into Solas’s form.

The blue eyes looked at him with a hint of a smile, “My high-rank…”

But in the next second, that strong, sturdy body was suddenly torn in two, and blood surged out uncontrollably.

In those blue eyes, only pain remained now, “You will only cause me injury, so I have left.”

Everett woke up with a start!

Gasping, he looked around white walls, white bed, and an IV indwelling needle in the back of his hand. He was clearly in a hospital.

Everything just now was only a dream.

But…

Solas indeed left. Just as he had “promised.”

His right hand with the IV was a bit cold, so Everett used his left hand to hold his right. It was as if by doing this, he wouldn’t be too lonely.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Everett’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he sat up straight, “Come in.”

To visit the injured little high-rank, Walter Maud had specifically bought a fruit basket.

He carefully straightened his blond hair against the metal reflective strip on the door frame and cleared his throat before curling his finger to knock.

“Come in.”

The little high-rank inside sounded like he was in a good mood.

But as Walter entered, the smile on the little high-rank’s face immediately faded and vanished.

Walter didn’t mind, bowing politely, “Respected Excellency Everett Langston, I am Walter Maud, rank Colonel, General Commander of the transit star’s stationed forces, belonging to the Third Legion.”

“You may not remember, but I was the one who found you on the emergency-landed ship earlier.” Walter naturally took all the credit, hoping to gain the other’s favor.

“Ah, thank you.” Everett didn’t remember anything after he fainted. “When you found me on the ship, did you see any other insects?”

“There were other insects on the ship?”

“No, none. I was just worried that other insects might have seen my… fainted and disheveled state.”

What a vain little high-rank… Though Walter had to admit, the other did have the looks for vanity.

“Rest assured, we set out immediately after receiving the distress signal. When the rescue team arrived, the hatch was sealed. No other insects had entered.”

Meaning, Solas had planned it long ago—to take Bigu and leave. Leaving him alone for the rescue team.

“Regarding the crash-landing accident, I may need your cooperation to make a record later.”

Everett frowned instantly, “What, I was kidnapped onto a cargo ship and barely escaped with my life! And now it’s my problem?!”

“I wouldn’t dare, Excellency Langston! It’s just a routine procedure. This matter is 100% the responsibility of the cargo company!” Walter hurried to appease him with a smile. “You will definitely receive corresponding compensation afterward.”

“It better be.”

Everett wasn’t truly angry; he just wanted to take the matter upon himself and resolve it quickly so as not to involve Solas and Bigu.

“But won’t going through the courts be too slow? Would a private settlement for money be faster?”

“If you are willing, I can help you contact the cargo company.”

“Then I’ll trouble you, Colonel.”

Walter took a step forward, placing the fruit basket and an optical-link bracelet on the table.

“When we found you on the ship earlier, we determined your identity through blood tests and have already logged you into your optical-link account. This is a general-model bracelet; if you’re not used to it, you can change it.”

Everett immediately put on the bracelet, “Little Dummy!”

Bracelet: “I’m here!”

What a stupid name, Walter thought to himself, though he maintained a proper smile on his face.

“Also, I just visited the doctor. He said your physical examination results are normal, just a bit of over-exhaustion. You should be discharged soon.”

“Good, thank you.”

“If you have any other needs, you can find me directly. I’ve submitted a friend request through the optical-link; just pass it. My nickname is Walter666.”

“Fine, I understand.”

But the military female still didn’t leave.

“Is there anything else?” Everett asked.

“There is indeed a small doubt.” Walter asked expectantly, “I noticed you have reached adulthood, but you have no female by your side? You seemed to have purchased a female slave a while ago, but he reportedly died quite quickly.”

“A discounted, heavily injured female slave he couldn’t handle the treatment,” Everett said intentionally with nonchalance.

“Excellency is right. I wonder if you have any intention of taking a female attendant? After all, you are of the Langston family; having no female or sub-female by your side doesn’t quite suit your status.”

“Oh.” Now Everett understood the guy was interested in him.

Why? Because of his face?

“I have F-grade mental power, so I haven’t found a suitable one.”

The other’s smile froze for a split second, “What did you say?”

“I am F-grade.”

F-grade—no different from trash. His own mental power still needed supplementing; it was even less possible to use it to soothe and heal a military female.

Why is his face so beautiful if he’s F-grade?! Isn’t a high-rank’s mental power grade proportional to their appearance?

Walter thought he had struck luck and found a pie falling from the sky. Turns out it was garbage.

Fuck! Walter couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

“I see.” Walter maintained his fake smile with the last of his upbringing. “Then I wish you a speedy recovery.”

Before leaving, he still gave a formal slogan: “May the Empire prosper!”

What a strange insect, Everett shook his head.

Then he opened the optical-link and began processing the messages that had piled up.

Mainly matters regarding the company. However, as he scrolled through one by one, he found that many had already been handled.

“Little Dummy, you did this?”

“Master gave permission! Little Dummy helped handle some urgent but unimportant matters!”

Everett clicked on the system settings it was true. Likely a default option he had accidentally checked at some point.

“Don’t do this anymore.” He unchecked the option.

Looking through them, Little Dummy’s handling wasn’t a major problem, only a few details needed changing.

For example, regarding the experiment on Kalatin’s side effects on females and sub-females, he needed more data and references rather than letting it pass so vaguely.

Also, regarding the armed group in the territory—wasn’t it a bit too violent? What is this, robbing a star-pirate ship and incorporating them?

Then there was a mess of information—from Harrison, and from other not-so-familiar Langston relatives. Some greetings, both well-meaning and ill-intentioned. Several high-ranks had almost directly discussed dividing the inheritance due to his sudden disappearance; fortunately, Little Dummy had rebuffed them.

Little Dummy, good job!

Everett scrolled down one by one and actually received a message from Jason. This Second Prince had passed his friend request and then, very coldly, sent a question mark.

Forget it, he wasn’t in the capital now; he’d deal with that later.

Once he had mostly processed this information, Everett switched to his alt account and logged into the Sears Fan Club forum.

As soon as he logged in, he found the forum exploding with 999+ messages!

What happened?!

Everett quickly sorted through the events of the past month.

To summarize: The Admiral woke up, the Admiral performed a mecha show, and the Admiral defected.

Huh?? Defected??!

Everett never dreamed that this word would be used on Admiral Sears.

He clearly wasn’t the type to defect!

But he carefully and repeatedly watched the details of that mecha performance and was certain that those movements could only be achieved with a 100% link. So the insect inside was indeed the Admiral.

After all, that was his private combat armor; only he could achieve a 100% link.

So the defection was likely fake, but the insect in the armor was likely the Admiral himself? Flashed for a moment and then disappeared again?

Everett felt his head growing large. He felt the situation had exceeded the scope of what he could investigate.

Looking at the arguments in the Sears Fan Club forum was also a headache. They were saying everything in there now. A single refresh brought dozens of new posts.

Some insisted the Admiral hadn’t defected and was just being slandered; some believed the Admiral had defected and decided to follow him; some thought the Admiral hadn’t appeared and might be dead; some went even further and started selling off merchandise at low prices to quit the fandom.

Wait? Low price… merch?

Everett clicked on that post and quietly clicked ‘order.’

Then he thought no, Solas might get jealous and painfully canceled several R-18 items.

On second thought, a military female’s body is mostly the same; he could just ignore the head.

In fact, he could just cover the lower half of the face.

So he sneakily re-ordered them.

If Solas had an opinion, he could wait until he brought it up.

But when he lifted his head from the light screen and saw the empty ward, he realized oh.

The military female had left, and even took Bigu away.

Everett felt like a poor single father who had lost custody.

Just then, the door sounded again.

Everett sat up straight again, “Come in.”

This time it was the doctor, named Perth, a thin and small high-rank wearing black round-framed glasses.

Little Glasses was very talkative, saying a lot of professional terms, and finally pushed his glasses, summarizing: “I think your body is fine, maybe your mind is the problem.”

“Are you saying I’m mentally ill?”

“Yes. So I’ve written you a referral for a mental power test. But this kind of test isn’t available in regular hospitals; you have to go to the Mental Power Research Institute, or the mental hospital next door.”

Everett laughed for ten seconds at the pun, “Can I not go?”

“No. It’s wrong to hide a sickness for fear of treatment.”

“Fine, doctor.”

He’d take the test then. But he guessed the mental power grade was about to change.

Solas had mentioned more than once that the mental power he could control now far exceeded the F-level.

“Doctor, my hand is a bit cold.”

“Find the nurse for that. See the bell up there? Press it and someone will come to help.”

The doctor left. The ward fell silent again.

Everett pressed the bell a few times, only to find the nurses were all females or sub-females. When they came in, they would always look at him and snicker, then try to find a way to get his optical-link account.

After two or three rounds, Everett gave up.

He still remembered he had to prove F’s innocence, so he submitted an application to the optical-link system to view the system logs of the robot Makka Pakka.

Then… the little high-rank began to daze.

The star was about to fall below the horizon. Darkness would soon envelop this strange land.

Everett felt hollow inside, as if he had returned to the moment he first arrived in the Zerg world. Full of confusion and helplessness.

Just then, the knock sounded at the door again.

This time, entering with the knock was the fragrance of food, and the little cub’s crisp voice: “The nest where the little high-rank lives is so good…”

Everett snapped his head around, staring at the door.

The door opened.

The tall military female entered, pulling the little cub with one hand and carrying food in the other.

“Are you hungry? I brought you fish porridge. I asked the nurse, and he said it’s okay to eat.”

“Gugu wants some too!”

“Alright, Gugu has some too.”

Everett stared at the military female without blinking, his mouth trembling slightly, and then he slowly broke into a dazzling smile.

Outside the window, it was completely dark. But the ward remained warm and bright.

Sears was opening the insulated food container when Everett suddenly said: “Hand is cold.”

Sears didn’t think much of it, directly wrapping the little high-rank’s hand the one with the IV needle into his own palm.

Then he watched as the little high-rank painstakingly moved his cold claws, adjusted his posture, and then interlaced their fingers.

Sears looked up and unexpectedly collided with a pair of warm golden eyes brimming with moisture.

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