The Third Capital Hospital recently received a patient, causing quite a stir within the hospital.
There was no denying that the patient’s condition was extremely rare!
It was a beta who was urgently brought in by the police on a rainy night, reportedly attacked by someone.
The patient’s injuries were quite unusual. Apart from the usual wounds all over the body, the most horrifying one was at the back of his neck.
There was a wound that cut through the entire gland, causing massive bleeding and almost completely destroying his gland.
It was lunchtime, and the nurses from the emergency department were having their meals together in the cafeteria, discussing the latest happenings.
They started talking about the patient who was brought in a few days ago.
“He lost a lot of blood. If he had been brought in a few hours later, it could have been a murder case!”
“Was it an accident in the M district? That place is really chaotic. The police station doesn’t care either. How many incidents have there been this month?”
“I have a friend living there. I have to persuade her to move out soon. It’s too scary. Even with the low rent, it’s not worth staying there anymore. There’s nowhere really safe outside the central area now, is there? The port area is even worse.”
“There was an incident in Z district where an Omega was attacked! Luckily, it didn’t cause serious consequences, but it was really frightening!”
The deteriorating security situation in the capital star wasn’t anything new. The nurses complained like it was part of their daily routine, then shifted the conversation back to the patient’s injuries.
Someone asked softly, “That gland… it really couldn’t be saved?”
Someone else gently pulled them aside, lowering their voice and saying, “It’s true. Keep it quiet. The culprit hasn’t been caught yet. Let’s keep it low-key.”
“Weren’t they planning to preserve the gland during the initial surgery?”
“There was no choice. The damage was too severe. I don’t know how it happened, but the gland was completely damaged. It couldn’t be stitched up. To prevent post-operative infections, they eventually decided to remove it.”
There was a collective gasp, especially from the newly graduated nurses still in their internship; hearing such news made them feel uneasy.
“Was it revenge? How could someone be so ruthless?”
“Oh God, does that mean he won’t have a gland anymore?”
“Poor thing, he’ll be disabled…”
“This is so heartbreaking.”
The empathetic nurse sighed heavily, unable to eat much anymore.
Losing the gland was such a cruel thing!
Although a beta’s gland wasn’t as crucial as an omega’s primary sexual characteristic, it was still an important part of their physiology. Losing it meant losing something essential.
Not to mention that some betas can slightly perceive pheromones, which still serve some function.
In the minds of most people, a beta without a gland is still considered incomplete and pitiful.
The fact was shocking, and a group of people chatted about it for a while.
Finally, the older nurse who had been silent spoke up, “Alright, let’s stop talking about this. Let’s get back to work; gossiping like this could get us fined later.”
After gossiping over a meal and taking a brief rest, the nurses began their afternoon shift.
The older nurse grabbed medication and supplies and entered a room deep in the corridor.
“It’s time to change your bandages,” she said softly to the young man sitting halfway up on the bed.
Her tone was gentle, and she looked at him with a hint of caution, as if afraid of startling him.
He was a very young beta, extraordinarily handsome, with long eyelashes, fair skin, and eyes the color of amber, clear, and transparent.
The gentleness in his eyes softened the cold and aloof aura he exuded.
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Due to his injuries, his face was somewhat pale and sickly, and his lips were devoid of color, showing a hint of pitiful weakness.
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Such a person should not have suffered such a terrifying disaster.
The nurse still remembered the deep night when the patient was brought to the hospital, drenched in rainwater and blood, with wounds large and small all over his body, his body entering hypothermia due to excessive blood loss, remaining unconscious the entire night before waking up.
But none of these were the most terrifying. She had worked in the hospital for over a decade and had seen many severe injuries.
What shocked her the most were the wounds on the back of his neck at the time he was brought in—scars that looked like they required great force to inflict, crisscrossing and engraved on his pale neck. The skin was folded, and the small gland, slightly darker in color and buried in the flesh and blood, was cut apart.
The blood inside had already drained and washed away by the rain, leaving behind a lifeless body devoid of color, resembling the corpse of an embryo.
A dead gland.
It was indescribably eerie.
That image haunted her for several nights, waking up in terror each time, touching her own neck in fear of that terrifying wound appearing on herself.
It was as if she was afraid of that horrifying wound appearing on herself.
Thinking back to the discussion that had just taken place in the break room, her gaze fell on the gauze wrapped around the young man’s neck.
Now, there was no longer a gland beneath it, only a deep wound that might take several years to heal completely.
Existing rapid medical technology could only heal minor injuries on the surface layer of the skin. Such complex injuries involving glands still required the body’s autonomous repair.
The young beta, originally focused on the handheld light brain in his hands, heard the nurse enter and put down the device, looking up.
His complexion was noticeably pale, a consequence of excessive blood loss.
He greeted the nurse politely and then lowered his head to cooperate as she helped change his bandages.
The nurse, busy with her hands, recalled the vague details of the accident she had heard about.
She heard that the boy had been in an accident on the way back from visiting his parents’ graves. Unfortunately, it had poured rain that day, washing away all traces.
The remote location lacked surveillance, cutting off any chance of finding clues and making it difficult to uncover anything further.
What a stroke of misfortune…
How could luck be so bad?
After changing his medication and collecting his physical data, the nurse began her routine questioning: “Apart from the wound, is there anywhere else on your body that feels uncomfortable? Your medical history shows a recent history of hormonal imbalance, and now with this situation…”
Fearful of upsetting the patient, she avoided directly mentioning the gland’s absence, tactfully saying, “It might exacerbate the imbalance.”
The young beta, Bai Muxing, lying on the bed, thought for a moment before softly saying, “I’m not sure. I’ve only had a few fevers before; maybe it’s similar to before?”
His hormonal imbalance was caused by the development of the gland, and naturally, it would gradually recede without the gland.
Bai Muxing answered the nurse’s inquiries with a mix of truth and falsehood.
The nurse recorded the information and instructed Bai Muxing to rest well before leaving the room.
As she closed the door, she saw the pale-faced young man once again opening his intelligent light brain, focusing intently, as if unwilling to divert his attention for even a second.
She couldn’t help but sigh.
Ordinary people encountering such things would, at the very least, go through a period of breakdown or even insanity. Even she, as a bystander, had been deeply frightened for quite some time!
As the person directly involved, how much pain must Bai Muxing be in?
Since being admitted to the hospital, this unfortunate beta has been quietly cooperating with treatment, spending long periods engrossed in the light brain and showing little abnormality otherwise.
But it was clear that, although he didn’t show hysteria on the surface, Bai Muxing was likely just putting on a brave face, suppressing his pain tightly within.
What was he doing, spending so much time on the light brain every day?
Was he searching for ways to repair his gland, or was he spending all his time in the virtual world to numb himself from facing reality?
Regardless of the possibility, she couldn’t bear to ask such questions of someone who had experienced such misfortune.
The nurse gently closed the door to the ward and went to check on the condition of the next patient.
***
However, Bai Muxing in the ward was not as despondent as the nurse assumed he would be after the accident that destroyed his gland.
After all, the culprit that the police couldn’t find—
Was him.
The destruction of the gland, associated with AO’s secondary sexual characteristics, sounded shocking.
However, for Bai Muxing, who had suffered several fatal injuries on the battlefield, such injuries were no different from catching a cold.
Compared to the injury to the gland itself, the excessive bleeding wounds he deliberately inflicted to make the crime scene more realistic were even more severe.
He didn’t feel any sorrow or pain from losing the gland.
Finally rid of this ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment, Bai Muxing felt only half relieved.
With his gland gone now, he couldn’t possibly conjure up four alphas with a perfect match like before, could he?
The moment he woke up from unconsciousness and learned that his gland had been removed, he couldn’t believe his wish had finally come true, remaining stunned for quite a while.
The doctors thought he had been too traumatized and tried to comfort him in soft, soothing tones.
But Bai Muxing didn’t just relax; he had a lot to do, even while hospitalized.
These days, he had been diligently browsing the StarNet agricultural forums, planning for his retirement on the agricultural and ranching planet he was contracted to!
Compared to gossip or political sections, the activity on agricultural forums was noticeably quieter now, nowhere near as bustling as before the war began.
A decade ago, contracting a planet for farming and animal husbandry was quite popular.
The development of intelligent technology had made farming no longer the arduous physical labor it once was. With just one person and a few agricultural spacecraft, managing several agricultural and ranching stars simultaneously was possible.
During peacetime, this low-risk, low-investment livelihood attracted many people to agricultural and ranching stars every year.
Back then, the price of even a small planet was exceptionally high.
But everything changed after the war began.
There was no choice; most agricultural and ranching stars were located in the imperial border areas. With the empire and other forces bordering it engaged in war for over a decade, the border regions descended into chaos.
Losing money during the war was secondary; once the war spread, people could lose their lives directly.
Many farm owners switched professions and stopped farming altogether.
Turning to become interstellar traders, selling energy stones, was more stable than farming.
As a result, vast swathes of agricultural and ranching planets were abandoned and listed on the trading network at extremely low prices, with no guarantee of buyers.
Everyone cherished their lives.
Although the war has temporarily stopped, the shadow it left on the people lingered, with everyone worried that the war might reignite.
As a result, people’s enthusiasm for farming had not yet returned, and the prices of agricultural and ranching planets remained low.
Bai Muxing knew this situation wouldn’t last long. With the war truly over this time, the Empire and neighboring factions had signed long-term peace treaties.
Once the environment stabilized, the agricultural industry would soon thrive again.
At that time, the prices of agricultural and ranching planets would also recover to pre-war levels, or even higher.
By then, even if Bai Muxing retired three times, he couldn’t afford an agricultural and ranching planet!
Seeing the vast number of agricultural and ranching planets listed on the trading network and their fantastically low prices, Bai Muxing’s eyes lit up slightly, showing a rare external joy.
In a few years, there won’t be such bargains to pick up!
However, Bai Muxing didn’t rush to immediately buy a certain agricultural and ranching planet; even though the price was extremely low compared to normal standards, it was still unimaginable for ordinary people.
It wasn’t because he was poor; on the contrary, he was actually quite wealthy now.
The Empire treated retired officers quite well. Although Bai Muxing was a beta, he had earned quite a few merits in battle, which allowed him to rise to the rank of colonel in just five years.
After the war ended, he gave up the housing subsidy in the capital star and refused all honors and positions, opting out of all benefits, and received a large subsidy in the end.
After all the additions, he had a substantial amount of interstellar credits, enough for an entire family to live comfortably in the capital star for a lifetime.
However, purchasing an entire planet was not a cheap endeavor. Bai Muxing’s fortune, which seemed huge to ordinary people, wasn’t enough.
With his current financial status, he could only barely afford a small agricultural and ranching planet with an area of only about one percent of the capital star’s, and it would likely be in a remote location.
But Bai Muxing was already quite content with this. He didn’t aspire to become a wealthy farm owner; he just wanted to live a simple life on his own piece of land.
Since the choice could only be made once, it naturally required caution and thorough research, followed by careful selection.
Bai Muxing collected many useful posts on the forum and studied them one by one.
Occasionally, he humbly consulted the elders on the forum, showing more seriousness than when he was in school.
From the climate of each star system’s galaxy belt to how to assess the potential of agricultural and ranching planets to pest control methods, in just a few days, he had filled most of a notebook with notes.
After contemplating for several days, he finally had a rough plan in mind.
The agricultural and pastoral planets in the SALE galaxy were good in all aspects, but the system was too remote, and inconvenient transportation affected shipments.
The JM galaxy had a small-scale channel hub, but the agricultural and ranching planets he had his eye on were too close to the asteroid belt, with too many natural disasters. If a few unlucky asteroids fell down one day, half of the year’s harvest could be ruined.
…
After much consideration, Bai Muxing’s gaze finally settled on the FY57 galaxy.
The overall environment of this galaxy was very similar to the Capital Galaxy and would be very suitable for human habitation. There were few major disasters in terms of climate.
Although the transportation system was not particularly developed, it could meet shipping demands. Overall, it was the most ideal choice.
Bai Muxing put down the light brain and sighed, “It’s just a bit too expensive.”
The prices of the planets there exceeded his budget. If he were to buy there, he would hardly have any spare money left, and the days ahead would be quite tight.
After buying the planet, he would also need to purchase seeds, equipment, and other miscellaneous items. If he wanted to expand his farming business, it would require another budget, all of which would cost money.
Rationally, Bai Muxing knew he should choose a lower-priced planet, but this place was just too suitable. Every aspect of it matched his expectations.
As Bai Muxing browsed through information about other galaxies, he couldn’t help but compare them to the FY57 galaxy, pointing out various shortcomings. The more he compared, the more dissatisfied he became.
In the evening, a nurse came to deliver his meal and saw him staring fixedly at the light brain screen, his brows furrowed, looking as if he had been deeply affected.
Bai Muxing usually had a calm demeanor, but this was the first time he had shown such obvious unhappiness.
The nurse felt the situation might be serious. “Are you okay? If you’re feeling unwell or having nightmares, you can request psychological assistance.”
She was genuinely concerned about the poor beta’s mental state.
Bai Muxing sighed softly, “I’m fine.”
The joys and sorrows of humans are not the same. He was simply feeling melancholic because of his inability to afford his dream planet.
If MC committed a crime, it’d be really hard to catch him.. He has such a meticulous mind.. 😵
So bai muxing’s next time was to marry a rich husband who could afford the planet with him XD
*next step 😂
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Thanks for the chapter ❤️
FARMING LIFE HERE WE COME
lol, if this dude was in a horror game he would no doubt become a god worshipped by thousands of players xD