After turning into a rare female, she refused the bosses' exclusive favor

In a nursing home.

The dean was taking the two of them to visit the hospital, and the quiet corridor was empty and seemed very lonely.

But every time he passed by a ward, Pushik could hear the low growl like that of a wild beast coming from inside the room.

Pu Xike asked, "Why don't you see the patients in the hospital?"

The dean explained, "Angel may not know this yet. Most of the patients with mania in our sanatorium have reached the warning zone, so we have no choice but to lock them up in the ward for observation and treatment."

"Isn't that just like prison?"

Pushik did not say this out loud.

After all, this sanatorium built specifically for patients with "mania" was originally used to isolate out-of-control male orcs, so it was not an exaggeration to call it a "prison."

The dean took the two of them to a room that looked like an operating room, filled with various medical instruments that Pushik couldn't name.

At this time, a male was seen tied to a chair in the room, with an iron cage in his mouth, a collar around his neck that suppressed the orc's abilities, and his limbs were bound by sturdy iron rings.

The male had a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes, and although he still maintained his human form, he also showed some characteristics of a wild beast.

"This patient was sent to our sanatorium a few days ago, and his out-of-control value is almost reaching the warning line. No matter how the angel plans to treat 'mania', we will do our best to cooperate." The dean said a little nervously.

To be honest, this patient is the one with the lowest out-of-control value they could find in their sanatorium, but his "mania" is still very troublesome and there is a risk of him going berserk at any time.

"No need to bother!"

Pu Shik took a step forward and extended her hand to the patient. A gentle and dazzling green light appeared in her palm.

A strong breath of life blew over his face, calming the patient's agitated emotions. Soon the beastly features on the man slowly faded away, and his eyes became clear.

"Director, the patient's out-of-control index is decreasing." The staff member responsible for monitoring the patient's physical condition said in surprise.

Upon hearing this, the dean quickly walked to the testing instrument and looked at the numbers jumping on the screen, which were constantly decreasing.

The bright red number that originally symbolized danger and warning turned green, representing safety, in the blink of an eye.

On the screen, the out-of-control index stopped at "10". This means that the patient's "mania" is almost under control in the safe range, and there is no need to worry about the risk of rampage in the future.

The dean was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "What a miracle! This is simply a miracle!"

From this moment on, the dean decided to convert to theology. After all, the ability shown by Pu Xike was beyond his cognition.

Pu Xike took his hand back and said with a relaxed look: "Where's the next patient?"

"Please wait a moment, Lord Angel. I will arrange it right away." The dean said respectfully.

It was originally thought that the treatment of "hysteria" would be very complicated and time-consuming, but just a touch of Pushik's "holy light" cured the "hysteria" that many interstellar scientists were helpless against.

Could this be the power that only belongs to "Angels"? The gospel from the "Supreme Ten Gods"!

"Gods of the Ten Supreme Gods, from now on I will be a loyal believer." The dean made a prayer gesture and looked up at the ceiling, as if he was looking up at a god that did not exist.

Pu Xike really wanted to say to the dean, "That's not necessary!"

This made her look like a missionary, which made Pushik somewhat embarrassed, but due to her next plan, she could only complain a few words in her heart.

Soon, a group of "mania" patients were sent to the operating room one after another. Most of these males were on the verge of losing control, but they relied on their remaining sanity to fight against the beastliness in their genes.

"Xier, there are so many patients. Can you handle it?" Reinhardt was a little worried that Pushik's body might not be able to handle it.

After all, there were at least ten patients here. Even an SSS-level female could only barely provide psychological comfort for three or four high-risk males with madness.

Therefore, Reinhardt's concerns are normal. But he forgot that Pushik cannot be defined according to common sense.

Just because others can't do it doesn't mean that Pushike can't do it!

"Don't worry, Rhine." Pushik patted the man's shoulder, his face full of confidence.

Pu Shik stepped forward and raised his hands. A green light flashed and the patients bathed in this light regained consciousness and the violent factors in their bodies calmed down.

When the patients woke up, the first thing they saw was that slender and beautiful figure. Against the backdrop of the light, she opened her arms to everyone like a goddess, dispelling their negative emotions.

"It's a miracle! It's really a miracle!"

The dean was crying and when he looked at Pu Xike, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him on the spot.

After the short treatment, the patients came forward to express their gratitude to Pu Xike.

"Thank you, Angel."

"Thank you very much. I thought I would be reduced to a wild beast for the rest of my life."

"I am willing to become your loyal believer, angel, to repay you for saving my life."

"..."

Reinhardt stood beside Pushik and said sternly, "Since you have recovered, don't delay the angel from treating other patients."

When these people saw that the person coming was actually the imperial marshal, they did not dare to act rashly and had to disperse in disappointment.

The nurses in the nursing home took this group of people back to the ward and they will be hospitalized for observation for a few more days. I believe they will be discharged soon.

The dean was a little worried that Pu Xike would not be able to handle the "mental counseling" for so many people at once, so he said hesitantly: "Angel, how about you take a rest for a while? I'll have someone arrange a guest room..."

Pushik shook his head, his eyes determined, "How many patients are there in the sanatorium?"

"There are probably more than 300 people."

Pu Xike nodded slightly, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"I plan to treat all three hundred people at once."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

“All, everything?!”

Reinhardt frowned and his tone became serious, "Xi'er, don't be stubborn. There are more than 300 patients. This is not a joke."

"Yes! Lord Angel, in fact, it is already very good that you can treat thirty patients today. But if you want to treat all the patients in the sanatorium, I'm afraid..." The dean didn't quite believe that Pu Xike had this ability.

This is because there are still many extremely critical patients in this sanatorium. Even if an SSS-level female provides psychological comfort alone, it may not be able to suppress the violent factors in these males.

But Pu Xike was firm, "Trust me! It's just 300 patients. It's a piece of cake."

Pu Xike's bold words made the dean waver. The shock he received from the other party was so great that he began to hesitate.

Seeing this, Reinhardt had no choice but to give in, "Please don't force yourself!"

"I will."

Pu Xike never does anything that is uncertain and thankless.

And all her decisions are planned!