Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

Mo Li glanced at him briefly before looking away. She had no curiosity about the strange man. Instead, she sat down next to Guan Yunzhou, took the tea he offered, and drank it down in one gulp. He poured her another cup, which she also finished in one go.

She drank three cups in a row before she stopped coughing.

"Why don't you drink water when you're out?"

"It's impossible to have too much fun playing with them, and there are just too many good things." He paused, then suddenly remembered something, and poked his chest with his finger:

"You, that's right, it's you. Don't you know you can't just pick up any man on the street? Otherwise, it'll either be a tragic love affair, tearing out your heart and liver and hurting your body, or it'll be the extermination of your entire family to destroy your spirit."

"Huh? What? I don't quite understand what you mean, madam."

Mo Li cleared her throat, her expression suddenly becoming serious, and leaned closer to him: "Listen to me, it's like this..." Then she vividly recounted to him the plot of a novel recommended by one of the veteran novel enthusiasts who had fought alongside her in the base during her occasional leisure time after the apocalypse.

What Mo Li didn't know was that not only Guan Yunzhou was listening, but also the man lying on the recliner, who was already hurling baseless accusations at her. Even though he was on his deathbed, his expression was quite interesting at the exciting parts, with his lips twitching uncontrollably and his brow twitching several times.

He really wanted to say: Hey, look back, look, I'm listening too, and I'm listening very attentively.

"So? Will you still pick up random men in the future? I've already said that stories are based on reality, and creators always need to have references, right? Remember, don't pick wildflowers by the roadside, and don't pick up women or men by the roadside."

"He is the Crown Prince of the Empire—the Emperor!"

"The Emperor? His current condition seems rather dire."

Mo Li could understand why Guan Yunzhou had taken him back. Emperor Jue was a hero worshipped by the entire nation because he had created countless myths of fighting against the Zerg and was the true guardian of the empire.

Mo Li took two steps closer to him and looked him up and down. At this moment, he looked miserable and wretched, showing no trace of the legendary handsome marshal of the empire.

Not to mention that his tattered clothes were stained with blood, and through the tears, one could clearly see the hideous, deep wounds on his skin, with a layer of black mist swirling around them, from which flowed a green and yellow liquid that emitted a foul, fishy odor.

Without asking, judging from the condition of the wounds, it was clear that they were caused by the Zerg. Looking closer, the shape of each wound was different.

"Hiss..." It was indeed tragic. Mo Li, who had experienced countless battles in the apocalypse, could even turn a blind eye to zombies dragging their entrails around the streets. But Di Jue's actions still made her gasp.

There was only one feeling—pain!

She moved a little closer to him and asked softly, "Are you alright? If I'm going to treat your injuries, I'll need to make some preparations."

Their medical pods are damaged and unusable now, not to mention the Emperor's; look at him now, all he has left are those tattered clothes, and even the space button on his wrist is gone.

Mo Li turned to look at Guan Yunzhou and asked:

"What about his spaceship? Or are there any other things that belonged to him that have been preserved intact?"

"No, the spaceship crashed. When they found him, he was not far from the spaceship debris. The space button must have been caught in the spacetime turbulence."

"Our spatial button is also unusable. You should ask him for some healing potions first. We need to see how to treat him after he recovers a bit. It's really lucky and a miracle that he survived such injuries."

A weak, somewhat indistinct voice came: "Save me."

"Don't worry, we will." Mo Li then added, "As expected of the Imperial Marshal, if this happened to anyone else, their mental strength would be severely damaged, all their bones would be broken, and their bodies would be covered with wounds inflicted by the insect race, each wound covered with insect venom. It's really not easy for him to still have such a strong will to survive."

"He is respected by the people of the entire interstellar empire because of his formidable strength and extraordinary personal charisma."

"Since you put it that way, it seems we absolutely have to save him."

"Indeed."

"Alright then, give him the treatment potion first, and then settle him in the room next door. I'll make some preparations here."

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam."

"It's not hard work. After all, he suffered such serious injuries to protect interstellar citizens, so we should do our part."

The Emperor's injury might be too troublesome for others, but it's not that difficult for Mo Li. Not to mention her healing skills, she also has the Purification Fruit and Wood Essence. As long as the two are combined properly, the poison from the mere insectoids can be neutralized in no time. So easy!

Finally, give him a peach he discovered, and all his wounds will heal completely overnight, leaving not even a trace of scars.

After settling Emperor Jue in, Guan Yunzhou first gave him initial treatment with a healing potion. When he returned to the courtyard, the table was already filled with delicious food cooked by Mo Li.

"Let's get started. I'll go treat him after dinner."

"Thank you for your hard work, Madam."

"It was just a small favor. Thanks to the Purification Tree, his injuries are not a big problem. He's lucky, really. If he hadn't been swept onto this desolate planet, with his injuries so severe, even a god couldn't have saved him."

Guan Yunzhou wholeheartedly agreed with this point, and the two chatted while enjoying their meal.

After dinner, Mo Li, accompanied by Guan Yunzhou, went to the room where Emperor Jue was staying. After all, he was a stranger, so she had to maintain a proper sense of boundaries.

Mo Li began treating him according to the initial treatment plan, and everything went exceptionally smoothly. The toxins in his wounds were completely cleared without any surprise, and after consuming the peaches, the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

suddenly?

A powerful and domineering spiritual force swept through the entire room. In excruciating pain, Di Jue forced his eyes open. Mo Li met those aggressive eyes and involuntarily stepped back. He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, managing to squeeze out two words:

"help me."

"Mental energy outburst, it's too violent."

Upon hearing this, Mo Li turned to look at Guan Yunzhou with some anxiety: "What will happen if this continues? Is there any solution?"

"His mental energy is now completely out of control. It seems that the Zerg have injured him too severely this time, causing his mental energy to suffer a severe blow and corruption. If this continues, the Marshal's mental energy will be exhausted because it will not be relieved in time."

"Given his condition, as an Imperial Marshal, what are the chances of him recovering after his mental energy is depleted?"

After Mo Li transmigrated, she gradually discovered that much of the information was seriously inconsistent with what she had initially received upon arriving. The information she obtained from the Star Network was still limited; at the very least, the information concerning higher-level groups was either inconsistent or impossible to find.

This question arises because I don't understand it.

"The possibility of recovery is extremely low. Imperial history records that no one has ever recovered after their spiritual power was exhausted. The best outcome is to become an ordinary person and not have to endure the torment of living a life worse than death day and night."

"It's so serious, what's the solution right now?"