Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Adrian spoke so naturally, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary.

Morris's Adam's apple bobbed as he met Fabian's probing gaze and abruptly lowered his eyes.

A secret tremor welled up in his heart, and soon it spread along his heart to his internal organs, eventually seeping into every inch of his skin.

That's how it should be done. Tell them I belong to them, tell them they only want me.

Morris clenched his fist again, the deep purple in his pupils intensifying, and much of his previous resentment towards Fabian dissipated.

This way, no female insect will dare to covet you anymore.

Fabian remained silent for a few seconds after hearing this. He glanced at the two insects in front of him and smiled enigmatically.

He seemed to have lost interest in Adrian in an instant, and said in a detached tone, "Sir, I can prescribe some kidney tonics for you. However, your condition seems quite serious, so it would be best to have your kidney function checked as well."

As he spoke, he wrote a string of illegible insect script on Adrian's medical record, then handed the form to Adrian: "Please go to the window on the first floor to pay and pick up your medication."

Adrian: "..."

He stared at the form in front of him without reacting, then asked, "You think this can cure my illness?"

“Of course, drugs alone won’t suffice.” Fabian put on his gold-rimmed glasses and said, “Sir, all of a male insect’s abilities are closely related to its rank.”

“Your empress seems to be of a very high level,” Fabian said, glancing at Maurice’s figure. He continued to Adrian, “The difference in level between him and you is the root cause of your current situation.”

Adrian took the medical slip and asked, "Will this work?"

“Of course.” Fabian repeated, his gaze softening as he looked at Adrian’s slightly curled white hair. “Narrowing the gap between your ranks is the only way now. After that, everything will move in a positive direction.”

“Okay.” Adrian stood up, folded the hospital form in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket, then stepped aside to make way for Maurice.

The question he used to test Fabian's medical competence yielded a fairly accurate answer from him.

Adrian's yang energy level was low, making it impossible for him to deeply mark Morris or calm his often chaotic mental state.

It wasn't because he had died once, nor because the male insect himself was weak.

Ultimately, the reason lies in his rank.

These problems were all solved after Adrian leveled up in his previous life.

Fabian's ability to draw the final conclusion based solely on Adrian's description demonstrates his exceptional skill. At the very least, he's not just a quack doctor who prescribes random remedies for diseases and pests.

"Doctor, my female's eye is badly injured, please take a look at it."

Maurice stepped forward and sat down opposite Fabian, noticing Fabian twirling the pen in his hand.

Fabian's slap mark on his face showed no signs of swelling. He opened the data on his computer and compared it before looking at Maurice: "This gentleman told me about you before. How are you feeling now?"

Morris said, "My eye area still cracks open these past few days, and there's bruising inside."

Fabian wrote a few lines of insect script on the paper, then looked down and asked, "Will it itch?"

Morris: "Occasionally."

Fabian asked, "What are the specific details?"

Morris recalled for a moment and said, "It was very itchy when I first got injured, but the medication helped. Now that I've stopped taking the medication for a few days, it gets a little itchy every few hours."

"Did you bring the medicine? Let me see." Fabian put down his pen and looked at them.

Adrian was prepared. He placed the medicine box on the table and said, "This is the medicine we used before."

"Oh?" Fabian picked up the medicine box, squeezed its surface, and noticed a small triangular mark on the corner of the cover. "This is royal medicine, isn't it?"

All royal medicines bear a corresponding mark to highlight the authority of the Mulihera family. Other Zerg might not understand this triangular medical symbol, but Zerg doctors can recognize it at a glance.

Adrian nodded and said, "This is indeed a royal ointment. It didn't work for me, so I'd like to switch to another one."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Doctor, I saw Prince Aran outside earlier. Why is he here?"

The empire assigned a royal physician to each prince, and Arran was no exception. He had always been in poor health and needed the royal physician by his side even more.

But today he actually left the palace to come here to seek treatment from Fabian.

Fabian put down the medicine box in his hand and said, "Prince Arran's previous royal physician has resigned, and I am now his new royal physician."

Adrian: "..."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, what are you now?"

Fabian smiled at Adrian, whose right cheek was still swollen, though the handprint on it had faded considerably. "Sir, can't I do two jobs at once? Even if he were a prince, he couldn't force me to work somewhere. I'm free."

The data surrounding the creature, which was clinging to life, trembled. It seemed to recall something familiar, and the sphere lifted itself to look at Fabian.

Fabian had thick black hair, and his gold-rimmed eyes occasionally flashed with a cold light. When he spoke, the corners of his lips would always unconsciously turn up, but his facial features were completely unfamiliar, a sign of someone who had lived a life of hardship.

Gouqietousheng stared at him hesitantly for a few seconds. The data on his body scrolled, and after finding nothing amiss, Gouqietousheng pressed his body back onto Adrian's head.

Adrian hadn't expected Fabian to have this other identity. After a moment's thought, he said, "This box of medicine was given to Prince Arran by his previous royal physician."

Fabian seemed to have expected this, and he said, "The previous doctor has left the palace for some reason, and I suggest that these medicines should not be used anymore."

“Alright,” Adrian said. “How is Maurice doing now?”

“Sir, there’s no need to rush. I’m about to examine him.” Fabian took out a set of extremely thin medical gloves from the cabinet next to him. The gloves were completely white, and when he put them on his hands, it looked like he was covered with a layer of porcelain white glaze.

Fabian had Maurice lean back against the specialized medical equipment behind him, and the lights inside the machine turned on, instantly shining a blinding white light onto Maurice's face.

“Brother, relax.” Fabian pressed his fingers around Morris’s eyes, where his wounds were congested with blood and his eyes were swollen and bruised. “Slowly open your eyes.”