Q: How to develop a sweet relationship with a female gentleman

They all said an ugly male insect had arrived on the starship, his face covered in unsightly black marks. But at this moment, this male insect stood at the door of the infirmary, his slender white fingers adjusting his half-framed black glasses. His eyes were calm, but he smiled faintly, looking gentle and elegant.

The rumored ugly black mark looked more like a deliberate painting on the male insect's face, adding a unique charm to him.

Yimon's face flushed, and he was a little nervous for a moment. He asked again: "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

He thought to himself, rumors really can't be trusted. Who on earth is saying this male insect is ugly?!

Wen Zhimo smiled and said, "I brought a lot of herbs when I came out of the Bowa Forest. The general asked me to come over and log in."

He had not forgotten what he had promised Youan, and now he could use this opportunity to enter the infirmary.

Although Yimon had recovered by this time, he awkwardly led Wen Zhimo in and said, "Please come in."

The female insects in the infirmary were still chatting.

"There was an ugly male insect among the rescued insectoids. Did you hear about that?"

"What ugly male insect?"

"You don't know? It's the one the admiral brought back. It has black marks all over its face and is said to have a bad temper. It even beat another male insect on the starship and made him cry."

"God of Insects! Is there a video? I want to see it!"

"I've been busy dealing with strange beasts these days, so I don't have time to record any videos, but I guarantee it's authentic!"

"..."

As soon as Wen Zhimo entered the room, he heard gossip about himself: "..."

Yimon was also a little embarrassed and coughed loudly. This time, all the female insects in the infirmary saw Wen Zhimo standing at the door.

Ugly male insect, black mark...

For a moment, it was eerily quiet.

Wen Zhimo didn't seem to be affected and just smiled: "Hello."

The female insect in the infirmary: “……??!!!”

Insect God, when did this male insect come in?! Did you hear everything?!

They won't be whipped if they go into Xiongbao, will they?!

The male insect standing at the door had a slender figure and handsome features. His eyes behind the lenses were extremely beautiful, like a pool of autumn water, calm but with a unique charm.

Several female insects were frightened and slightly stunned. Like Imon, they were complaining in their hearts, who on earth said this male insect was ugly?!

Isn't it just a few black marks? !

The female insect, having reacted, also greeted Wen Zhimo: "Hello, sir."

One of the female insects stared at Wen Zhimo's face in a daze, a little puzzled: "Sir, is your face like this because of poisoning?"

It's no wonder he asked this, because people who come to the infirmary are here to treat illnesses or wounds. The boundary between Wen Zhimo's black marks and fair skin is not obvious and tends to fade.

Wen Zhimo smiled and did not deny it.

Yimon was pleasantly surprised. A face like this, even with the black mark, was so beautiful. How beautiful would it be without it? Thinking of this, he became a little excited: "Sir, please let me examine you."

Aemon thought, there are very few handsome male insects. If I can develop feelings with this gentleman during the treatment process, maybe I can even marry him and become a female monarch. Just thinking about it makes me happy!

Wen Zhimo did not refuse. He had no chance for treatment in the forest and could only wait for the black marks to fade away. Now that he had the opportunity for treatment, he had no reason to let it go.

In addition, Wen Zhimo has been learning about the Zerg in the past few days and knows that the body structure of male Zergs and human men is exactly the same, so he doesn't have to worry about his identity being exposed.

This examination would also allow him to see the Zerg's medical equipment, so why not?

Wen Zhimo nodded: "Thank you for your help."

Imon was still immersed in his own thoughts. He was even more delighted when he heard the male insect agree. "It's no trouble. It's my honor to serve you."

Wen Zhimo put down the things he brought and followed Yimon into the examination room.

The Zerg's poison testing method is similar to that of Blue Star, including blood and urine tests, etc., but the equipment is obviously much better than that of Blue Star, and the results come out very quickly.

Aemon looked at the data sheet and said, "Excellent, sir. The poison you were poisoned with won't harm your body. It will just produce some substances that will cause swelling and black marks on your face. Even without treatment, it will gradually disappear."

Wen Zhimo already knew the answer, so he was not surprised anymore. He just said politely, "Thank you."

Imon was already very happy to know that the other man's face could be restored, and he was even more satisfied to see the male insect so polite. He thought to himself, I must strike first and take down this male insect!

He suppressed his reserve and said, "You don't have to be polite. I'll prescribe some medicine for you later. Your face will recover soon."

Wen Zhimo keenly noticed that the female insect had become more enthusiastic and frowned unconsciously, but due to his cold nature, he did not explain anything.

A smart person would take advantage of the conditions around them to get what they want. Besides, up to now, he hadn't done anything to cause the other party to misunderstand him, right? No overtures, no response.

Wen Zhimo smiled and said, "Can I take a look at the equipment you usually use?"

Yimon was so overwhelmed with joy that he didn't even think about why Wen Zhimo wanted to read these things. He just felt that he had more time to spend with the male insects, so he happily agreed: "Of course, sir."

Military females fight on the front lines, and their lives are often on the line, so the medical equipment they are equipped with is the best among the Zerg, representing the most advanced science and technology.

Yimon introduced each one to Wen Zhimo, and Wen Zhimo looked at it very carefully.

Although Wen Zhimo focuses on traditional Chinese medicine, he is not completely unfamiliar with Western medicine. His uncle studied Western medicine, so he has used many medical devices on Blue Star, but none of them are as advanced as those of the Zerg.

Perhaps in some technologies and research, Blue Star may be better, but overall the Zerg are more advanced.

Wen Zhimo watched intently, and later Yimon, who was immersed in showing off his charm, noticed it.

"Your Excellency, do you like it?"

Wen Zhimo hummed, his eyes still on the instrument. He didn't raise his eyes until he realized that Yimon beside him hadn't said anything else. "What's wrong?"

Yimon smiled and said, "You are really special."

He tried his best, and almost opened a screen at the back, but none of these cold instruments could attract the male insect's attention.

Wen Zhimo didn't understand why the other party said that, but he was not very curious, so he didn't ask any more questions.

This silence made Aemon even more frustrated. The male insect had no desire to have a deep conversation with him.

But seeing the male insect's genuine interest, Yimon gave a more detailed introduction than before. Wen Zhimo remained focused, the light shining down on him, a golden rim framing his features, diminishing the presence of the black mark. He appeared hazy, gentle, and handsome.

Yimon was still explaining the instrument seriously when he accidentally saw this scene and was stunned. After he came to his senses, he became more determined to get Wen Zhimo.

After watching the video, Wen Zhimo returned to the room he had been in and carefully recorded the effects of the herbs he brought back.

Several female insects were stunned beside the light computer. They thought that the male insect came here just to give them the herbs and let them study them themselves, but they didn't expect that the male insect would write down the uses and efficacy of the herbs clearly.

Aemon looked at the calm and accustomed male insect from the side, his eyes widened in surprise: "Sir, where did you get this data?"

Wen Zhimo's expression remained calm: "I learned this from an elder I met by chance."

I'm sorry, elders in my family.

Aemon: "Who is that elder? Where is he now?"

Wen Zhimo: "I don't know."

Aemon: "..."

Whoever gives the example should verify it. Similarly, if Wen Zhimo says he doesn't know, then Yimeng and the others' doubts can only prove that Wen Zhimo is pretending not to know.

How to prove this?

So, a few female insects asked a few more questions, but when they saw that Wen Zhimo refused to reveal any information, they stopped asking.

Because the herbal medicine data processing required a lot of work, by the time Wen Zhimo finished, it was already afternoon, not far from dinner time. Yimeng wanted to invite Wen Zhimo to dinner, but was rejected.

Wen Zhimo couldn't understand what was so good about an appointment where one person and one insect drank nutrient solution.

Wen Zhimo: "I once learned a little bit of medicine from that old man. Can I come to the infirmary to help out during this period?"

Yimon was surprised: "You want to come here to help?"

It's a big joke for a male insect to help.

But because Wen Zhimo brought so many surprises to the female insects today, especially Yimon, they were eager to have more opportunities to spend time with him, so they were naturally very happy.

Therefore, several female insects agreed to Wen Zhimo's request, thinking that if the male insect couldn't do the job well, they could find a reason to persuade him to go back.

When leaving, Wen Zhimo glanced at the terminal in his hand and found that it was not too late. It was enough for him to cook a meal and temporarily get rid of the pain of drinking nutrient solution.

Thinking about this, he sent a message to Galen to ask about the ingredients.

At this time, Galen's message also came.

[Gallon: Sir, the Admiral is not in good condition. Could you please come over?]

Wen Zhimo frowned, but his pace unconsciously quickened.