150: Chapter 150 Greed

Hoffman stared fixedly at the device, which was filled with a sense of futuristic technology. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and coldly ordered the fifth-rank guard and the attendants in the room: "All of you, get out. Without my permission, no one is allowed to enter."

"Young Master, this is not safe..." The guard looked troubled, casting a wary glance at Zhou An, who was standing in the back and had remained silent all along. In his perception, although this human bodyguard's aura was restrained, he gave him the illusion of being extremely dangerous.

"Get out!" Hoffman slapped the armrest angrily. "Could it be that on the Grand Elder's flagship, there is someone who can turn the world upside down?"

Shen Xingyue also turned her head at this moment, inadvertently giving Zhou An a look. Zhou An nodded slightly, signaling that he was ready at any time, and then retreated with the guard.

As the heavy doors closed, only Shen Xingyue and Hoffman, who was slumped in the chair, remained in the room. The atmosphere became subtle and cold at this moment.

Shen Xingyue stood beside the treatment pod, her slender fingers moving rapidly across the holographic control panel. Several streamlined silver alloy mechanical arms extended smoothly from the cabin, with temperature-controlled sensor pads at the ends.

"Mr. Hoffman, please relax. The mechanical arms will guide you in." Shen Xingyue's voice was cold and steady.

When the cold mechanical pads just touched Hoffman's skin, he sucked in a sharp breath, frowned tightly, and let out an exaggerated cry: "It hurts! It hurts like hell! Shen, is this your so-called top-tier equipment? It's practically like tearing my flesh with iron pliers. Can't you be a little gentler?"

Shen Xingyue turned her head, her eyes behind her rimless glasses calmly watching the data on the monitor screen: "The pressure value displayed by the sensor is below the pain threshold. It should be phantom limb pain caused by the worsening of the snake venom in your body."

"No, it's just that this cold machine is too rough!" Hoffman's bloodshot eyes rolled, his gaze wandering over Shen Xingyue's curvaceous figure beneath her white coat, his tone carrying a trace of sticky pleading.

"Don't use these emotionless metals. You... could you move me yourself?"

Shen Xingyue was silent for a moment, appearing to evaluate the necessity of this request. Afterward, she signaled Zhou An to stay calm, then bent down, passing her hands under Hoffman's armpits and behind his knees.

As the distance closed, a cool and elegant herbal scent entered Hoffman's nostrils. He let out a satisfied hum, his whole body seeming to sink into a mass of soft clouds.

Shen Xingyue's movements paused, but her expression remained calm, and she efficiently laid him flat on the soft cushion of the treatment pod.

Immediately after, she reached out to unfasten Hoffman's robe, which was soaked in filthy blood. Hoffman lifted his head slightly, staring at Shen Xingyue's extremely focused appearance at close range—her nose was straight, and her expression was solemn and sacred. This extreme coldness actually aroused a stronger desire for conquest deep within him.

Compared to those physicians of the Winged Race who only knew how to be subservient and trembling, the human trait of blending high-level rationality with stunning appearance was truly worthy of the evaluation of a "top-tier companion."

"Surgery starting, pain suppression system activated." Following Shen Xingyue's command, the cabin lid slowly closed. Hoffman had expected to face excruciating pain, but he found that as those precise micro-scalpels cut into his necrotic flesh, he felt absolutely no sensation.

Through the transparent observation window, Hoffman saw Shen Xingyue operating a high-frequency ultrasonic scalpel, peeling away the deep purple necrotic flesh bit by bit, while the wound was sprayed with a pale golden Star Origin medical fluid.

Under the combined action of the fluid and the rays, the previously unhealable gash began to wriggle and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, with fresh, tender red granulation tissue covering the hideous scars inch by inch.

This miraculous treatment method and the appearance that made him itch with desire caused Hoffman to completely indulge in this extremely comfortable treatment.

Half an hour passed quietly. The deep blue light inside the legendary grade treatment pod gradually receded, and the originally rapid humming sound turned into a gentle rhythm.

Hoffman fell into a deep sleep during this extremely comfortable treatment, even having a sweet dream about ruling this airspace.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the transparent lid of the treatment pod had slid open. Shen Xingyue was standing beside the instrument, coldly performing the final parameter recovery and equipment wiping.

"Awake?" Shen Xingyue did not turn her head, her tone remaining cold and rigorous, without a trace of warmth.

Hoffman sat up abruptly, first looking at his hands in disbelief, and then tearing off the gauze on his chest.

The wound that had originally emitted a foul stench and kept rotting had now completely disappeared, replaced by skin as tender as a newborn baby's. The stinging sensation of the snake venom, which had been like maggots on a tarsal bone, was long gone, replaced by a feeling of spiritual energy filling his whole body.

"A miracle... truly a miracle!" Hoffman rolled out of the pod and onto the ground, loosening his shoulders, which emitted a crisp sound of cracking joints. He felt unprecedented comfort and power.

Shen Xingyue, while tidying up the experimental apparatus, asked as if inadvertently: "It seems your guild's physical constitution is indeed quite good. However, I am a bit curious. I heard that the White Feather Guild just had a fierce battle with the Blood Moon Guild near the 'wind chaser' recently. Why is the interior of this flagship so quiet? It seems there aren't many wounded to be seen."

Hoffman was in a great mood at this moment and blurted out without thinking, his tone carrying a trace of arrogance: "Although those animals from the Blood Moon Guild are fierce, we of the White Feather Guild are no pushovers either. That battle was a draw between both sides. As for the wounded..."

He sneered, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes. "What is the point of keeping those trash who can't even save their own lives and only consume the guild's energy? Selling them to merchants to trade for some supplies and blueprints is their final value."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffman suddenly realized he had let something slip, and his expression stiffened for a moment. He immediately laughed it off, evasively changing the subject: "Ah, why talk about these obscure guild affairs? Dr. Shen, with your medical skills, it is truly a waste to be holed up in that small human merchant group."

He walked past the treatment pod with his upper body bare, casually picking up a luxurious silk bathrobe from the nearby coat rack and draping it over himself, his gaze wandering wantonly over the graceful back outlined by Shen Xingyue's white coat.

"Let me introduce myself. My father is Cormac, the Grand Elder of the White Feather Guild. As long as you are willing to stay and follow me, on this 'wind chaser', you will be the chief physician, second only to one, with whatever resources you want." As Hoffman spoke, he slowly walked toward Shen Xingyue, who had her back to him.

At this moment, his bodily functions had recovered as before. Looking at the stunning human beauty before him, who was as cold as frost and possessed an inherent 'forbidden' glasses-wearing girl attribute, the fire of desire deep within his heart, coupled with the excitement of surviving a disaster, was almost impossible to suppress.

Shen Xingyue seemed completely unaware of the danger behind her, still absorbed in organizing the complex mechanical parts, her voice calm and without fluctuation: "Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Hoffman. However, I am used to my current team and have no intention of changing jobs."

Hoffman had already reached her back, close enough to almost see the fair skin at her neckline. He took a deep breath, greedily sniffing the scent on Shen Xingyue that was mixed with a faint herbal medicinal fragrance and a cold body scent, his eyes gradually becoming turbid and wanton.

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. You will find that the conditions I offer... are impossible for anyone to refuse."

Hoffman's voice was low and viscous, and one hand had already slowly reached toward Shen Xingyue's shoulder.