The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 433 - 432: What Kind of Dumb Luck did the Grand Marshal Have?

Chapter 433: Chapter 432: What Kind of Dumb Luck did the Grand Marshal Have?

Qu Tong was almost at the door when her steps faltered, suddenly thinking of something.

She turned mechanically. "Why don’t... you shower first?"

Si Yuting answered her with his actions.

The bathroom door closed from inside.

Qu Tong tried to struggle, but Si Yuting slapped her butt and said, "Don’t be scared, I won’t touch you."

Qu Tong: "!!"

An hour later.

Si Yuting, with his bare upper body and hair dripping, carried his towel-wrapped little wife out of the bathroom and placed her on the bed.

As soon as Qu Tong touched the bed, she rolled up in the blanket and scurried to the farthest side, covering her almost bleeding face.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the instigator picked up a towel from the bed and began drying his hair.

After he finished drying his hair, seeing that Qu Tong had not come out yet, he went around and forcibly made her into a caterpillar showing only her head.

Qu Tong glared at him furiously, yet her eyes were also coquettish and filled with desire.

Si Yuting’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and a raspy chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, "Ali performed well, deserves praise."

Qu Tong’s expression cracked.

Who wants his praise?!

MD!

He didn’t touch.

But he forced her to touch him.

He insisted she had to touch him!

She hadn’t expected Si Yuting to be such a person!

"Get lost!" Qu Tong, both embarrassed and enraged, declared, "You’re sleeping alone tonight."

"Yeah, okay."

Si Yuting verbally agreed, but his actions said otherwise; he put on a shirt and prepared to get into bed.

Just as he was almost lying down, suddenly several vines wrapped around him.

Si Yuting agilely rolled away, successfully avoiding being bound like a rice dumpling.

Watching the Qingmu lash out fiercely from the bed, he did not use his spiritual power to cut them off but instead wrapped himself in a barrier to ensure the tendrils couldn’t whip him.

Unexpectedly, the tendrils turned around and threaded from under the bed, quickly encapsulating it entirely.

Si Yuting: "..."

As Si Yuting approached, the bed cover formed by Qingmu flashed a warning green light and lashed at him with its tail sprouting little red thorns.

Qingmu’s reaction was Ali’s expression of intent, sadly the mental strands couldn’t last long in his Spirit Sea.

Si Yuting stood by the bed for a while, waiting until the breathing from beneath the tendrils became even, before he turned and went to the couch outside.

He took out his intelligent brain, opened a holographic projection, and started working overtime.

*

Three days later, on Abel Star.

Around five in the morning, Si Yuting carried Qu Tong back to his room, tucked her in, and drew the curtains.

Tiptoeing, he closed the door and went to Jiang Zhou’s medical room.

People in the military got up early, and Jiang Zhou was no exception.

The originally spacious main medical room, now occupied by something similar to a Healing Chamber in the middle and four or five machines with displays next to it, took up most of the space.

The main medical room housed only Jiang Zhou and a standby assistant robot.

At the moment, Jiang Zhou was scratching his head and twisting his eyebrows as he flipped through a book at least half an inch thick, occasionally letting out desperate screams, looking utterly frustrated.

On the desk in front of him were dozens of books of various sizes and thicknesses, and two more had fallen to the floor.

Si Yuting walked over, bent down to pick it up, placed it on the table, and asked Jiang Zhou, "Have you figured out all the functions and how to use it?"

Jiang Zhou lifted his head from the messy pile of books, his aura more resentful than a ghost’s, "Grand Marshal, I’ve already told you I’m not trained in gynecology; it’s like a totally different world, you know?"

"It’s still the medical field, just a different specialty is all," Si Yuting stated earnestly.

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Is there really a need to nitpick words like this?

Si Yuting picked up a manual that was covering the table, flipping through it as he spoke, "What else haven’t you thoroughly researched? I’ll help you look."

"No need, all the medical devices nowadays are smart; they’re easy to learn. I can understand it all in one day. It’s just that I checked some additional professional knowledge in the spirit of medical precision."

He was a person who tended to be meticulous. It was fine if he didn’t delve into something, but once he did, he couldn’t stand not thoroughly understanding a medical concept, even if it meant staying up all night to clarify things.

All blame lay with the Grand Marshal for assigning him this task, causing him to stay up for several nights learning about gynecology. Now, he was knowledgeable enough to work in a gynecological lab.

Jiang Zhou followed Si Yuting’s instructions to turn on the device and calibrate it, then handed it over to Si Yuting to operate personally.

All the high-precision medical devices required the commander to log in for authorization.

This time the First Legion had purchased many advanced medical devices, but it was only this one that Si Yuting had personally ordered to be moved to the main treatment room and had urged him to master its use quickly.

Jiang Zhou was bewildered by Si Yuting’s operations, "Why would you think of purchasing such equipment? Usually, for less critical positions, female soldiers who get pregnant generally go home to recuperate. Although someone of Wen You’s rank can’t leave her post easily, she still has leave options; the usage rate for this wouldn’t be high."

"Moreover, both their Fertility Values haven’t even reached 30; it should still be early for them."

"It’s not for Wen You, it’s for my wife," Si Yuting replied to Jiang Zhou’s queries in an extremely calm tone, continuing to modify the permissions.

Who?

Wife?

Jiang Zhou suddenly widened his eyes, his voice unconsciously raising, "Her, her, her!"

But Jiang Zhou quickly came to his senses, "Right, after all, she is the only one with a full Fertility Value in the Empire for nearly 2000 years."

Jiang Zhou quickly accepted the reality. These two people had given him too many shocks, making him almost numb to it.

If this had been during his PhD years, he could have written a thesis on it that would likely have won so many awards he wouldn’t know what to do with them all. He would have had his own spot on the Star Network’s medical section.

Yet, after more than a decade in the military, his outlook had settled and changed from his initial thoughts.

Moreover, he knew the Grand Marshal wouldn’t allow him to speak of it outside.

Si Yuting’s silence further confirmed Jiang Zhou’s thoughts.

He thought to himself that his commander had really lucked out; his slight Fertility Value, insignificant to others, was almost as good as a full value with his wife.

Others with thirty or forty Fertility Values might not even get this kind of treatment. The interstellar fertility rate was dropping year by year, with many waiting ten or twenty years into their marriage to have children.

The anxious ones opt for intelligent test tubes which might shorten the time.

The wife and the Grand Marshal had been married for just over two years.

Envious, so envious.

All the Empire’s pregnancy testing equipment were installed with an automatic transmission system. Modifying this was no simple task, it also required the dismantling of the information module, and readjustment.

Qu Tong woke up and didn’t see anyone, so she sent a video call to Si Yuting.

Si Yuting: "I’m in the medical room, just come over."

"I’ll go pick up! I’ll go pick up the Madam!"

"No..."

Before Qu Tong could refuse, she saw through Si Yuting’s camera how Jiang Zhou, dressed in a white lab coat, vanished at the door.

It wasn’t long after Qu Tong had washed up when the doorbell rang.

As she slept fully clothes, she got ready quickly.

Qu Tong opened the door to find the usually polite and literate Jiang Zhou looking somewhat excited today, "Madam, good morning."

"Good morning... Good morning."

Qu Tong saw him staring intently at her stomach and paused, "Did His Highness tell you?"

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