Chapter 66

The weather was fine and sunny, a gentle breeze brushed her cheeks as Ling Yue drove to the suburbs of Jing Shi; her destination for this trip was the Flower Base.

When Ling Yue arrived, she almost thought she had come to the wrong place; from afar she heard a burst of laughter, and only when she drew near did she take in everything.

Compared to the desolation of a few days ago, this place is now bustling with liveliness.

Ling Yue looked up and saw a long banner hanging above, with red background and white characters: 'Welcome to the Flower Base Flower Viewing Festival.'

What a good idea—whoever thought of this must be a genius!

Looking up, the flower fields remained beautiful, but many more visitors had come to admire them; Ling Yue suddenly felt she had nowhere to stand, because there were really too many people.

Many middle-aged women wore headscarves, held flower stems, struck poses, and burst into laughter, their smiles brighter than the flowers.

Beside them, vendors had set up small stalls, looking truly prosperous and lively.

Ling Yue paid ten dollars for the entrance ticket; her goal was not the flowers, but another creature living here—the bees.

If it weren't for that fateful encounter at the auction, Ling Yue might not have recalled how tiny a bee is, yet it hides strong abilities and is easy to communicate with.

All she needed now was to find the clan of Xiao Qiu and the others. Ling Yue walked back and forth among the flower beds, her gaze sweeping over the blossoms, her ears filled only with visitors' laughter—no trace of any small creature.

She soon realized these flowers had passed their bloom and had likely already been harvested for honey; she could only head up the mountain, where lower temperatures mean later blooming, and besides, bees nest in high places. Ling Yue looked around, seeing only a hundred-acre flower field before her.

The higher she went, the more she left the crowds behind, beginning to listen to the various small animal sounds; Ling Yue suddenly stopped, her ears twitching.

"Hungry… I'm so hungry…"

A faint cry for help came from below; if not for her keen senses, she might have unknowingly ignored it. Ling Yue lowered her head, the roadside flowers packed tightly together—how could she find a small creature?

Suddenly, her eyes brightened; a blooming flower looked as if it had been pressed down, bending abnormally, and Ling Yue saw the source of the sound upon it—a bumblebee.

It was three times the size of a normal bee, its chubby body covered in a layer of fuzz, mostly dark black with an orange stripe, the tip of its butt and tail snowy white, its plump body bearing two tiny wings that made it look more like an ornament.

However, Ling Yue, who had studied bumblebees before, knew that this pair of tiny wings could flap over 140 times per minute.

The bumblebee strained to suck nectar; the flower, pressed down by the adorable little bumblebee, bent its stem, and as it wobbled, Ling Yue could even see the bee's two tiny slender legs—so cute it was almost unfair.

The bumblebee's temperament is very gentle; it can sting repeatedly but basically does not leave its stinger unless provoked, and its lifespan is also long—its fuzzy body can work continuously for over ten hours in cold weather.

"Have all these flowers been harvested for honey?" Ling Yue asked.

The adorable little bumblebee jumped in fright, clutching the petals and retreating into the flower's center; after a while it cautiously peeked out, discovering this strange human still waiting outside: 'You're silly—if not all the honey had been taken, how could I say I'm starving?'

"Wuu… who will help me? I'm exhausted, I can't find any nectar to eat, I can't even fly anymore."

Saying that, the bumblebee released its grip on the petals, its chubby little body flopping onto the flower's center.

Ling Yue was amused by its listless demeanor, half‑squatting to meet its gaze eye‑to‑eye: 'Do you need my help?'

The bumblebee, on the verge of death, jolted upright in shock, staring at the human, looking left and right, realizing she was speaking to it: 'You… you're the human friend Xiao Qiu mentioned?'

Ling Yue blinked in surprise; the bumblebee, now shyly crawling up, said: 'I'm friends with Xiao Qiu; they told me they'd met a human who could understand animal speech—a pretty lady who sent them back and gave them sweet honey. Other bees don't believe it, but I do.'

"Are you that pretty and kind lady?" the bumblebee exclaimed, turning excitedly; it was clearly very weak, lacking the strength to fly.

Ling Yue nodded: 'Probably me. You're adorable too, but how did you meet Xiao Qiu and the others?'

After all, it's a bumblebee, while Xiao Qiu and the others are honeybees—two entirely different groups.

That remark seemed to sting the bumblebee; it lowered its body: 'Because… I'm a discarded bumblebee.'

From the bumblebee's account, Ling Yue learned the whole story. In theory, with flowers all over the mountain, a bumblebee should always find unharvested blossoms and not end up starving like this—but it was born deficient.

The bumblebee shyly clung to the flower's center: '…Because I couldn't keep up with the other bumblebees, my mates mocked me, so I left on my own. Once I failed to gather nectar, I fainted from hunger, and Xiao Qiu and the others rescued me; after that, we became good friends.'

The bumblebee said anxiously: 'I'm too weak; I've trained hard, but I'm still inferior to other bees. Moreover, if bumblebees go too long without nectar, they will die.'

Ling Yue nodded; she knew bumblebees' traits—their chubby bodies require them to exert more effort than their peers, which is the fundamental reason they must work so hard.

Ling Yue extended her finger and said her plan: 'Climb onto my hand; I'm going to look for Xiao Qiu and the others, and soon you'll be able to eat honey.'

The bumblebee buzzed with excitement, its plump rear wiggling side to side, its two tiny legs swaying gently; the stronger the contrast, the cuter they looked.

The bumblebee looked up at Ling Yue: 'All right, let's set off—I'm really about to starve to death QAQ'

"I can still guide you; I'll surely find Xiao Qiu and the others quickly." Its voice grew fainter, prompting Ling Yue to lower her head and ask: 'What's wrong? Why have you suddenly stopped speaking?'

The bumblebee looked at her, its tiny wings twitching, and said sheepishly: 'Xiao Qiu said you're smart; can you help them… can you help me? I don't want to stay this weak and become a burden to Xiao Qiu and the others.'

It earnestly expressed its hope: 'I want to become a useful bumblebee.'

Ling Yue frowned involuntarily; the bumblebee's weak body meant that even if it did its job gathering nectar, its own kind would shun it, and if it became a pet kept by humans, that wouldn't count as being useful either.

Her silence was noticed by the bumblebee, which instinctively said: 'Never mind, never mind—I'm actually fine as I am.'

Ling Yue looked at it, rubbing its fuzzy body with her finger: 'I will help you—I will definitely help you!'

The naturally shy bumblebee gazed at her; it was actually quite clever, aware of its frailty—its sting weaker than its peers'—and though the mockery seemed indifferent, deep down it knew the truth, often hiding in the flower's center to suffer silently.

Hearing Ling Yue say that, it slowly clung to her finger: 'May I?'

Just then, an inorganic system tone suddenly sounded; Ling Yue looked at the bumblebee in surprise and opened its dedicated panel.

【Name: Bumblebee】

【Gender: Male】

【Age: Two months】

【Temperament: Gentle】

【Skills: Honey gathering, stinging (permanently weakened state)】

【Wish: To become a useful bumblebee】

Ling Yue lowered her gaze slightly; the reward for completing the task made her heart skip—a 100% plant affinity.

But how could she possibly help the bumblebee?

She hadn't figured it out yet when a dazed little bee flew over, bumping into Ling Yue's palm; it wobbled dazedly, and before Ling Yue could speak, the bumblebee exclaimed joyfully: 'Xiao Qiu!'

It rested on Ling Yue's fingertip, waving its wings at Xiao Qiu, who looked delighted: 'Ruan Ruan! How are you here?'

The two good friends reunited, overjoyed, embracing each other; seeing this, the bumblebee was truly huge—Xiao Qiu was only about half its size, or even less.

But soon the joy faded: 'Ruan Ruan, we might have to leave this place any moment.'

The bumblebee Ruan Ruan gasped: 'What's wrong, Xiao Qiu? What happened?'

Ling Yue furrowed her brows and couldn't help speaking: "I'm here too, I can help you."

Xiao Qiu stared, seeing her was like seeing hope: "Around our beehive many robber bees have appeared, they're terrifying; when worker bees go out to gather nectar, these robber bees sneak in while they're away and invade the beehive!"

"They almost harmed the queen bee!"

Ling Yue listened and nodded; usually only resource depletion produces robber bees, and these robber bees terrify bees because they steal honey from other hives, and they usually travel in large swarms.

Xiao Qiu and the others couldn't defeat them; they nearly lost the queen bee, and the bee colony was ready to run away—it wasn't impossible.

Since Ling Yue said she'd handle this, she would certainly not go back on her word. Following Xiao Qiu's guidance up the mountain, clusters of flowers bloomed along the way—nothing like resource depletion.

They walked along the path, and from afar they could hear the bees' buzzing.

The two sides faced off; Ling Yue immediately noticed the small beehive, only the size of a bowl's mouth, like a flat disc. Meanwhile, worker bees kept returning after getting the news, but the resistance they formed was no match for the dense swarm of robber bees.

Xiao Qiu wanted to charge forward, and explained to Ling Yue: "It's them! These bees are utterly hateful. This mountain is huge; our hive and theirs don't overlap at all, each has its own foraging range. I don't know what happened this time, but they suddenly flew over and attacked without provocation!"

Ling Yue was also puzzled, until she saw a sturdy large bee arrive; the opponent sat firmly on the fishing platform, commanding its bees to attack: "Come on, I'll definitely drive all these bees away—from now on this place will be our hive!"

"Yeah, why?"

Ling Yue felt it resembled a bee king yet not quite. Its bee king's guards protected it, but a bee king should lay eggs and stay hidden in the nest, not be exposed in the confrontation camp like this, so reckless.

"You idiots, hurry up and fight! Don't hold back, or I'll beat you to death!"

"Come on, come on, come on!"

Its single bee's clamor could match a thousand troops before it.

Ling Yue quickly realized the robber bees had no reinforcements; although they looked numerous, as the battle continued, the robber bees without reinforcements ended up in a stalemate with the weak little bees.

She instantly understood and declared: "I know now—these bees are rebels who split off! Something must have happened to that large hive; they were driven out, homeless, so they want to seize your hive."

The fact matched what Ling Yue said; the so-called bee king was actually a defeated fighter, who fled here with a retinue of subordinates, and unfortunately the small hive where Xiao Qiu resides became their target.

At that moment, the queen bee inside the hive gazed at the grim scene outside, furious yet powerless; how could they defeat these bandits, with the guards clustering around her, eager to retreat quickly.

"Queen, let's go—these robber bees are too strong; we're no match for them."

The queen bee unwillingly said: "Just give up like that? We only recently migrated here, and after great effort we found this mountain, which has endless flowers year-round."

Meanwhile, the other worker bees kept charging at the front, more and more bees dying, and the robber bee king also grew somewhat frustrated.

"Why are these bees so stubborn? Charge at them—I must seize them!"

As the battle intensified, the queen bee completely gave up: "We withdraw—"

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Qiu rushed into the hive; such a worker normally wouldn't be qualified to see her, but now the management was chaotic, all workers were fighting, Xiao Qiu entered and said directly: "Your Majesty, I've found a way to save our bee colony!"

The bees looked at it in surprise; Xiao Qiu hesitated not at all and spoke the solution.

Outside the hive, Ling Yue was drawing talismans; she had no tools to drive away bees, and by the time she left and returned, Xiao Qiu's kin would likely have been scattered, so Ling Yue racked her brains and finally thought of a method.

Outside the beehive, Ling Yue was drawing talismans; she had no tools to drive away the bees, and if she left and came back later she guessed Xiao Qiu's kin had already been scattered, so she racked her brains and finally thought of a plan.

As the name suggests, this talisman repels insects with astonishing effect. After receiving Xiao Qiu's accurate reply, Ling Yue used just one insect-repelling talisman; in an instant, not only the bees, but even the tiny insects around felt their bodies go weak and unable to move.

Seeing the bees suddenly withdraw in large numbers, the arrogant robber bees charged forward recklessly, unaware that they were walking into a trap.

Centered on the talisman, within a ten-meter radius all insect species gain a stacking weakness buff; if the duration is too long, they not only become weak but will die under the talisman's effect.

Ling Yue used the paper bag she carried to trap the robber bees, then destroyed the insect-repelling talisman; the weakening buff gradually faded, and these arrogantly overconfident robber bees finally realized what was happening.

Ling Yue trapped the thief bees with the paper bag she carried, then immediately destroyed the insect-repelling talisman, weakening the buff which gradually faded, and these arrogantly overbearing thief bees finally reacted.

"Damn humans, release us now, or I'll sting you until your head is covered in bumps!"

"I advise you to let me go; otherwise, our other companions will surely come for revenge, and by then not a single one of you bees will escape!"

These arrogant words caused many innocent little bees to panic; many of them knew the robber bees' origin—they were members of that larger bee swarm, and certainly not something such a small bee colony could handle.

Ling Yue laughed and flicked the paper bag; the bee colony inside immediately became dazed and collapsed to the bottom.

Xiao Qiu anxiously shouted nearby: "Fake! They're deceiving us! These robber bees are rebels, driven out by their kin with nowhere to go, so they want to seize our hive!"

Through the paper bag, the bee king hearing this was shocked beyond belief, never expecting its lie to be exposed.

But soon they had no time to think further, because the human holding the bag actually wanted to kill them; these bees, usually fearless, finally felt afraid and trembled inside the bag.

"We don't want this either—we sobbed, having betrayed our kin and been driven out; if we don't follow the bee king, what else can we do?"

"Spare us, we know we were wrong QAQ"

Ling Yue knew those worker bees earlier had been acting under the bee king's orders; this bee king was still shouting, seemingly brainless in directing the bees to charge.

Unfortunately the bag was extremely tough; even a bee sting couldn't pierce it. Ling Yue heard the bee king's furious, desperate cries—it must be jumping up and down in rage.

However, this batch of bees numbered four or five hundred, and deciding what to do with them became a major problem.

Moreover, there was also a troublemaker bee king constantly shouting, demanding to make her look bad.

Furthermore, there was also a troublemaker bee king that kept shouting, wanting to make her look bad.

Who will make whom look good is still uncertain.

While she was agonizing over whether to let the bees stay, the queen bee beside her suddenly spoke: "Benefactor, why not let them stay in our hive?"

Ling Yue stared at it in astonishment; the latter's tone carried a hint of urgency: "Please rest assured, I have the ability—I will certainly manage these bees well and prevent them from doing harm again."

The shouting inside the paper bag paused for a moment, then the troublemaker bee king, furious and desperate, began berating the queen bee: "You're unreasonable, shameless!"

The queen bee proudly said: "I haven't even mentioned how you led these little workers astray; your temper is so awful, you don't even have a hive—I guess if they weren't homeless, who would work for you?"

The queen bee was very proud: "These worker bees you've led astray I haven't even mentioned yet, your temper is so terrible, you don't even have a beehive—I guess, if they had nowhere else to go, who would work for you!"

Ling Yue truly hadn't expected the queen bee to be so sharp-tongued; with one reprimand she knocked the opponent off balance. She stopped wasting time and directly asked the worker bees: "I'm willing to take you into my clan—are you willing?"

Countless bees buzzed in response: "Willing, willing! We're willing!"

As for that lone, homeless bee king, who cares about it anymore!

Ling Yue looked at the small hive and also understood the queen bee's meaning, because the battle had just left both sides heavily damaged; the queen bee worried about the future and even more about the colony's development—these robber bees would be fresh blood to strengthen the hive, of course, all this rests on her own strength.

One misstep, and the outcome would be like the robber bees' former large hive, which had a bee king lead away a group of workers—this has much to do with the poor management of the hive's queen bee.

Xiao Qiu, having earned merit this time, received the queen's praise; as for Ling Yue's later request, the queen bee readily agreed—she is their great benefactor—and as for that defeated bee king, naturally loyal worker bees will deal with it for the queen.

Xiao Qiu, having earned merit this time, received the queen's commendation; as for Ling Yue's later request, the queen bee readily agreed—this is their great benefactor; as for that defeated queen bee, naturally the loyal worker bees will deal with it for the queen.

Ling Yue did not join in; instead she took some honey and fed it to the little bumblebee. The chubby little bumblebee gulped down the nectar, and in no time it had returned to normal, flying around Ling Yue: "Look, I'm fine!"

Ling Yue smiled and nodded; the chubby, plump little bumblebee finally landed on her hair, looking just like a simulated little bumblebee hair clip, cute and delicate.

Ling Yue carried a bag with nearly a hundred bees down the mountain; Xiao Qiu followed alongside, learning that her good friend the little bumblebee would be leaving with Ling Yue, it reluctantly prepared to see them off at the base's gate.

Just then, a sudden cry rang out: "Something's happened!"

Ling Yue turned toward the sound and saw tourists gathered in a circle, the rustle of their discussion reaching her ears; it seemed something had happened to someone.

She hurried over in a few steps, with Xiao Qiu flying beside her, soaring high enough to see the center of the crowd: a middle‑aged man lay on the ground clutching his chest, while nearby tourists were either nervous or pointing and whispering.

Ling Yue prepared to find out what was going on when someone shouted, "Heart attack?!"

The surrounding crowd scattered in an uproar; everyone knew this was a life‑threatening illness and wished to stay five zhang away. Ling Yue suddenly stood out, and some people pulled out their phones to dial 120. She carefully observed the man's face—slightly pale, as if he were pressing on his heart or curling up from pain.

The middle‑aged man let out a weak sound, and Ling Yue was glad her hearing was sharp enough to catch it.

"Save… save me, it's not a heart attack, I don't have…"

Ling Yue hesitated, looking at him, opened her phone to record a video, then crouched down: "Uncle, how do you feel now?"

She dared not touch him; the man, who had been in terrible shape moments before, let out a long breath: "I… I'm having a flare‑up of fasciitis."

He struggled to keep his hand on his chest, motionless, feeling his whole body drenched in cold sweat, his back aching persistently, even breathing painful: "Don't bother with me, little girl; I'll lie here a while… wait for the doctor."

Ling Yue watched as he soon broke out in a sweat, his whole body beginning to spasm from pain; she feared he wouldn't hold out and would faint outright, and she knew that fasciitis must not be chilled, and the muddy ground beneath him was bitterly cold.

Suddenly she recalled something, took a deep breath, and said: "Uncle, let me treat you."

The middle‑aged man stared at her in astonishment; he had forgotten to bring his medicine today—could she have brought some?

Ling Yue shook her head at his words and said: "I know a therapy that can instantly ease your fasciitis, but I need to ask—are you allergic to bees?"

The man gave a slight shake of his head: "I… I work on a construction site, I'm thick‑skinned, and I've been stung since I was a kid."

Ling Yue let out a breath of relief: "You can try this bee therapy."

Ling Yue spoke, a flicker of sadness crossing her eyes; this was something she had learned from her mother, who, before her accident, had suffered some ailments and, to save money, would catch bees and let them sting the painful spots.

At first Ling Yue thought it was just a folk remedy, but after searching online she learned it was called bee therapy, effective for fasciitis, eczema, rheumatism and the like; to be sure it was correct, she also studied the proper technique with doctors at the hospital.

This is a distinctive Chinese medical therapy domestically, and it is also used abroad.

Later, after her mother passed away, she never did it again, and the memory lay buried—until today, when this sudden situation arose, Ling Yue finally recalled it.

Hearing their conversation, Xiao Qiu flew over voluntarily and declared: "Then let me do it."

The little bumblebee Ruan Ruan perched on Ling Yue's head cried out in fright: "No!"

"If you sting someone you'll die!"—that was its good friend, and it couldn't bear to do so.

Ling Yue also shook her head: "Xiao Qiu isn't needed; we need Ruan Ruan."

It tapped the bumblebee on its head, first disinfecting it with the alcohol it carried, then said: "A honeybee dies when it stings, but a bumblebee can sting repeatedly—though you only need to sting once."

Actually, Ling Yue wouldn't dare use an ordinary bumblebee, but Ruan Ruan is a frail bumblebee; she recalled seeing its dedicated panel, and its stinger is essentially the same as a honeybee's.

Ruan Ruan looked at her hesitantly, its belly feeling cool from the evaporating alcohol: "I… I really can?"

Watching Ling Yue's series of actions, the man was stunned when she finally produced an enormous "bee": "What… what are you going to do?"

He said this while sucking in a breath of cold air; the pain from his fasciitis grew worse, and even a big man like him had his eyes reddened.

Ling Yue explained: "This is bee therapy, also called apitherapy; let it sting you once and the pain will ease immediately."

The middle‑aged man wore a look of "You're not trying to trick me, are you?" Ling Yue also felt helpless: "Doctors in hospitals use it too; I wouldn't lie, there's video proof, my mother used it as well, and if anything goes wrong I'll take full responsibility."

"Well… then okay."

Ling Yue lifted his clothing, pointed to the spot, and was about to let the bumblebee sting when the man couldn't help but exclaim: "Hey, you… you want it to go easy, right? What kind of bee is this? How can it be so big?"

Ling Yue: "…"

Bumblebee: "QAQ"

She stroked the bumblebee's wings: "Go ahead and sting."

The little bumblebee Ruan Ruan shook its tail, also nervous—this was its first time doing so; it took a deep breath, its chubby tail contracted, and a tiny stinger poked out with a soft 'pfft', piercing the skin.

"Ow!"

The moment the stinger went in, the man cried out in pain, feeling a sharp numbness.

The nearby onlookers stumbled back several steps in fright, and everyone who saw this was stunned.

"What… what are you doing?"

"Good heavens, could this bee be carrying a virus?"—said a tourist who had missed Ling Yue's earlier disinfection.

Ling Yue also acted only because she was completely confident; just as she opened her hand, the startled little bumblebee darted past: "Scared… scared me to death."

It still thought that one sting would have injured the person.

Ling Yue stroked its furry body when suddenly a voice came from behind; a plain‑clothed middle‑aged woman pushed through the crowd: "Honey? Are you all right?"

She dared not touch her husband, everyone was terrified, and then she eyed Ling Yue suspiciously: "What… what did you just do?"

Before Ling Yue could speak, the man exclaimed: "Eh?!"

The man, who had just been unable to endure the pain and was drenched in cold sweat, could now barely sit up, looking at his wife delighted: "I don't hurt much anymore!"

He immediately explained: "Wife, don't misunderstand. She was just treating me; if it weren't for this little girl, I'd have almost died from the pain, and in just these few minutes my pain seems to have faded by half."

The couple overflowed with gratitude toward Ling Yue, who stroked the little bumblebee and said: "You should be thanking it—its stinger did the treatment—and this isn't anything rare; it's a distinctive Chinese medical therapy of our country."

Other tourists who heard this exclaimed that their eyes had been opened; they never imagined bees could cure illness.

"This is our country's traditional medicine—no wonder it's a treasure handed down from our ancestors."

"I looked it up, and it really exists—called bee therapy, it truly works, and even foreigners use it!"

Ling Yue explained that this was a bumblebee, but because of its special constitution its effect is the same as a honeybee's.

The onlookers gazed in amazement: "What a little hero! If it weren't for it, that person would still be lying on the ground, who knows how much suffering they'd have endured."

"Whether bumblebee or honeybee, they're both good bees that heal and save people!"

The little bumblebee Ruan Ruan in Ling Yue's palm puffed out its chest proudly, a surge of pride and self‑esteem she had never felt before filling her chest.

Xiao Qiu even more touched it, praising: "Ruanruan, you're really amazing! If it weren't for you, I might have died here today."

After all, a honeybee has only one stinger, and it dies after firing it.

Ruanruan never expected that its chronic frailty, which it had always worried about, could indirectly save its good friend's life, becoming its advantage.

Ling Yue's eyes lit up, and she whispered to the little bumblebee: "I've figured out where you can realize your value—you can go to the hospital and become a little bee‑therapy doctor."

Just now proud Ruanruan now feels a bit shy: "I—I really can?"

Ling Yue encouraged it: "Why not? You just saved a person."

At that moment, an ambulance arrived, and the man with sudden fasciitis was sent to the hospital; Ling Yue followed, and the bumblebee in her hand trembled nervously—the cold smell of disinfectant and the white environment made it very uneasy.

Ling Yue soothed it with a few words: "Aren't you supposed to become a useful bumblebee? In the future you'll become a little bumblebee doctor who heals and saves people."

The little bumblebee Ruanruan puffed up its chest: "Yes! I want to be a useful bumblebee!"

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the hospital.

Coincidentally, the man being treated for fasciitis was inside.

Upon seeing Ling Yue, his face lit up with joy: "Doctor, it's her, it's her who used honeybees—no, bumblebee therapy—to treat me; just now I was in so much pain I thought I was dying, but in a moment I actually got better!"

"Bumblebee?"

The doctor frowned tightly; Ling Yue spoke openly and confidently, recounting her full process of healing and saving lives, and told the doctor: "I only dared to do this because I had studied it before and had experience."

The doctor looked at her, his expression easing considerably: "I was worried earlier because domestically the main therapy mostly uses honeybees; bumblebees are larger, meaning they carry a larger dose of venom, after all, it's being applied to humans."

Ling Yue told her what she knew about the little bumblebee Ruanruan: "It won't be a problem—this bumblebee is weaker than its kin; you can test the venom dosage and examine his wound to see if it's about the same as normal honeybee venom."

After she said all that, the doctor seemed to understand her meaning; after the patient's diagnosis was finished and he left, she smoothed her hair and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Can my bumblebee do bee‑venom therapy here? I can guarantee it's its own will."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little bumblebee Ruanruan flew onto the table before the doctor, looking at her very obediently: "Of course I'm willing! Ruanruan wants to be a useful bumblebee! If, if we could have a little more pollen… honey, that would be even better…"

The softer its voice became, the more Ling Yue couldn't help but curl her lips; such an obedient little bumblebee doctor—who would bear to let it keep working hard gathering flowers? For the hospital, a bumblebee that understands people and is skilled is not easy to come by.

Moreover, a bumblebee lives over two years, which they can easily afford.

After the agreement, the bumblebee lived on the flowers; the fluffy, chubby little bumblebee felt as if it had returned home, and lacking a hive, it had long been accustomed to living in flowers.

The doctor glanced at Ling Yue's face, then suddenly realized: "You are——"

Ling Yue instinctively put on a mask, changing the subject: "Thank you, doctor; Ruanruan is very understanding of people, and it will certainly not disappoint you."

As she left, the little bumblebee was still cheering itself on; at present it doesn't know that soon, because of its cute appearance, it will become the hospital's little star, its business gradually improving, and later many patients even like it—the fluffy little bumblebee, both obedient and adorable.

Actually, because of its cute appearance, many people keep bumblebees as pets, and their food is simple: pollen and nectar.

Ling Yue didn't go home; the small animals at home no longer needed her to prepare their meals, she ate out today, and after calculating the time, she would open her shop in the afternoon.

Ling Yue first went to buy some honey; these little honeybees were also hungry, and upon smelling the sweet honey they eagerly flew over.

The original anxiety also eased, thanks to Ling Yue's care, and they gradually relaxed.

Sucking the sweetness, the Xiao Mi Feng lay resting in a paper bag, while Ling Yue ate above them; but she had hardly taken two bites when she ran into the enthusiastic Ye Yilin.

"A Yue Jie!" She now looks even more radiant than before; upon seeing Ling Yue she gives her a big bear hug, clearly very happy, the smile in her eyes never fading.

Ling Yue noticed that her Xiao Mi Feng was asleep, and Xiao Mi Feng Ye Yilin came again, chatting about this and that, never getting a moment's rest.

"A Yue Jie, you don't know—on the day of the shareholders' meeting, when they saw my grandfather come out, they looked utterly terrified!"

"Hahaha, afterward my brother fired several old-timers who were clinging to power; now the company finally doesn't require me and my brother to work nonstop, and I'm liberated!"

Ling Yue: "Isn't that great?"

She took a bite of noodles; the springy noodles were Q‑bouncy on the tongue. Ling Yue actually likes noodles quite a bit—it's just that running into Ye Yilin here took her by surprise.

The latter also exclaimed in surprise: "A Yue Jie, do you think I grew up eating gold leaf and caviar? No, I just eat whatever tastes good—this place's flavor is especially good, the meat is fragrant, it's just that after eating I gain too much meat QAQ."

Ling Yue: "Exercise more?"

Ye Yilin looked at her enviously: "If only I could eat without gaining weight."

Ling Yue: "……"

Not gaining weight can be due to constitution, exercise, or having a stomach ailment.

But she felt it was better not to say anything. Ling Yue had a clear understanding of her own straight‑woman tendencies.

Ye Yilin didn't dwell on it long—the noodles were too fragrant—but she kept stealing glances at Ling Yue while eating, and Ling Yue, not being blind, naturally noticed.

Her chopsticks slowed more and more until she stopped, her gaze wandering over Ye Yilin: "You still have something to say?"

Ye Yilin stammered: "Ah, this, that… that… do you still have any?"

Ling Yue was bewildered: "What 'that'?"

The latter blushed: "The cat food you gave Cuihua—I… coughed, coughed—was eaten by it."

Ling Yue's gaze toward her changed instantly; she hadn't expected this to happen, but those little milk curds—actually they are Yunling Dan—this pet food made from that formula has no real side effects for humans, and even has a few small benefits, though the effect is slight.

She coughed once, changing the subject: "There's still a little left, right?"

Ye Yilin's eyes lit up: "A Yue Jie, I want to buy several dozen——" Her voice suddenly softened, feeling Ling Yue's gaze, she paused: "Several dozen jin?"

It really can't be any less!

She begged pitifully, and Ling Yue nodded: "Indeed there isn't much now, but later who knows."

She leaked some information to Ye Yilin; the girl widened her eyes, and after a moment she suddenly heard her say meaningfully: "After all, pet food is for pets, not really suitable for human consumption."

Ye Yilin: "QAQ"

As expected, she just figured it out!

Embarrassed, she lowered her head: "Urgent as a fire under the city—where's a crack in the earth I could crawl into? I'm about to jump!"

Ling Yue couldn't help but laugh.

Pet consultation shop.

Still crowded with people, it has become a corner scene of Pet Street; although Ling Yue only watches ten each day, who doesn't like to watch the hustle and bustle, especially the chases between various pets and their owners—just then, the crowd behind suddenly made way.

The poop‑scooper chased after his own Husky, shouting: "You melon skin, I thought you were depressed, who knew you were faking illness—come over, I guarantee I won't beat you to death!"

Er Ha ran ahead, howling "ao wu ao wu", happily wagging its tail: "Don't believe your ghost, the one who stopped is the idiot!"

Seeing this, the people around laughed. Since Ling Yue opened her pet consultation shop, the relationship between pet owners and their pets has gotten better.

Across the way, in front of the deserted PetLove Pet Store, Jiang Zhou couldn't help lighting a cigarette, staring at Ling Yue's pet consultation shop, thinking of the information he had investigated, his brows furrowed tightly.

Behind him, the staff trembled with fear, walking on thin ice. Since the new manager took over, the shop's atmosphere has grown tense; even the pets sense the solemn mood, huddling silently in the corners of their cages.

In the quiet atmosphere, Jiang Zhou made a phone call. "Can you understand animal language?" He more strongly believed these people were all shills; he just didn't know what background Ling Yue had behind her, giving her such power.

He pinched out the burning cigarette, then let him see just how much real skill this so-called animal master actually has.

Pet Consultation Store.

After seeing off the ninth customer, Ling Yue rubbed her brow, just lifting her head when the person hadn't arrived yet, but their voice came first.

Two foul‑mouthed men walked over, jointly holding a black‑and‑white spotted Border Collie; the dog's fur was very clean, as if it had just been bathed, though it was a bit thin.

The slightly heavier one held the dog's head, the thinner one held its hindquarters; seeing this, the onlookers' eyes lit up instantly.

"Boss Ling, could you ask whose dog this is?"

The other thin man angrily said: "Of course it's my dog, you dog‑thief, have you no shame? We've always kept Xiao Hua; you just claim it's yours—what proof do you have?"

"I certainly do! I have photos and videos!"

The two argued without end; Ling Yue looked at the annoyed black‑and‑white Border Collie in the middle and finally clarified their dispute: "You mean you want me to ask whose dog this is?"

"Of course/Right!"

"Boss Ling, everyone says you can communicate with animals; please ask us whose dog Xiao Hua is, and whether its owner is me."

"Xiao Hua, tell me, whose dog are you?" the thin man said, stroking the Border Collie, while the onlookers watched in amazement.

The two men each gave their account: one said Xiao Hua had always been kept at his home, the other said their family's Dou Dou had been lost for months, this one talked about fur color, that one had a video.

It's truly "each side sounds reasonable."

Ling Yue's gaze fell on the Border Collie; the dog let out a whimper, the pretty‑looking dog opened its mouth and spat out a profanity: "Bullshit!"

Ling Yue raised an eyebrow, then looked at the two men and said: "Holding it like that, aren't you tired? Want to put it down first?"

The two men stared at each other; the Border Collie was set down, its fur gave a little shake, and Ling Yue noticed that one of its forelegs was actually a beautiful arm tattoo.

The Border Collie strode around the room with a bold, mighty gait, showing no hesitation at being new here.

On the contrary, it had a bit of a swagger, like a street‑wise punk.

Ling Yue asked the dog who its owner was, though she had a vague suspicion; she lifted her eyes, scanned the two waiting people, and said: "What do you think—who is your owner?"

Ling Yue didn't use a definitive tone, but said "what do you think".

Who knew that hit a nerve—the Border Collie burst into furious barking, unable to contain its anger: "Damn it, nobody's my master, just two big idiots!"

Ling Yue looked at it; the Border Collie kept shouting: "I'm the little tyrant of Jiying Street—I was playing in the mud that day when these two morons suddenly kidnapped me!"

"Big idiot! Big idiot! Big idiot!"

After finishing its tirade, it looked at Ling Yue: "If you really can understand my speech, tell them 'big idiot' three times!"

Meanwhile, the crowd waited anxiously; Ling Yue pressed her lips tight to keep from smiling, gave a light cough twice—no wonder the dog started out so clean; it had just been freshly groomed.

At the same time she realized something, looking at the two men: "Are you sure this is your own dog?"

The two men affirmed it firmly, their hearts gave a jolt, their eyes involuntarily met then quickly split apart; Ling Yue didn't miss that expression, and she now knew the truth.

She grabbed a handful of dog food; the Border Collie with the scented arm tattoo turned its head quickly, mouth opening, drooling as it craved the food.

Ling Yue: "Tell me everything you know; all of this is yours."

With the food temptation, the Border Collie spilled everything it knew; honestly, when it was first snatched into the car, it thought it was done for, having seen dog‑meat shops before and never imagining it would become one of their victims.

It shouted angrily, knowing it had been brought to a pet store; the two big idiots nodded and bowed to a man, and the Border Collie wagged its tail: "If I see him, I'll definitely recognize him! My memory's great!"

Ling Yue gave a noncommittal reply, then recounted what she had witnessed: these two acted pretty well, but the dog wouldn't cooperate.

Soon after, she thought it might be that they didn't believe in her ability and had set up this test.

Either way, Ling Yue knew she was being watched.

Her fingertips tapped the table a few times; Ling Yue looked at the two men and said: "The dog has already told me."

Both men exclaimed in surprise at the same time: "Is it me?"

The onlookers were equally curious; they looked at the evidence the two men produced, one guessed the heavier man, another guessed the thinner man, opinions varied wildly.

Ling Yue curled the corner of her mouth: "But before I announce it, the dog wants me to say a few things to you."

"What?"

"Big idiot big idiot big idiot!"

This is also what she wanted to say to them—is the person behind them an idiot? Knowing it has this ability, they still dared to set up this trap!

The onlookers were shocked by her sudden profanity; the next moment they heard Ling Yue continue: "None of you is the Border Collie's owner."

Her firm, confident tone made people instinctively believe her, then they realized what she said; Ling Yue curled her lips, smile not reaching her eyes: "Because this Border Collie fundamentally has no owner—it's a stray you two dragged in from Jiying Street, reportedly the local little tyrant; to keep me from recognizing it, you even gave it a bath."

She smirked at the two men: "What exactly are you trying to do by doing this?"

The two men's faces instantly turned pale, because everything Ling Yue said was true, even mentioning Jiying Street and the recent bath.

The plot twisted too fast; the onlookers were still doubting life, then they realized: someone is targeting the pet consultation shop!

Everyone glared angrily: "What do you want? Who's behind you? You dare cause trouble and not let us watch the fun… cough cough cough, bullying Boss Ling, my sand‑pot‑sized fists won't hold back!"

The Border Collie, this little tyrant, also burst into furious barking; the day it was caught it was terrified—if we judged by human standards, it ought to be compensated for emotional distress, right?

So it barked even more energetically.

The two men glanced at each other, seeing the angry crowd, and both read the same word in each other's eyes: "Run!"

They didn't notice, as they left, Ling Yue quietly opened the paper bag; a few freshly trained bees flew out and landed on the men's collars behind them.

Ling Yue's gaze shifted; her newly trained special‑ops bees weren't used on the suspects, but were first employed on these two men.

The eight bees split into two groups of four, each landing on a person; they're far more agile than a pinhole camera—they'll surely find whoever is behind these two!

Afterward, Ling Yue thanked the kind‑hearted onlookers, then suddenly heard a shout from behind: "Boss Ling, are you getting ready to go back and do a livestream? We'll definitely tune in on time!"

If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten about the live stream; seeing that little fatty chirp last time made me furious, but luckily those people got what they deserved—serves them right!

Brave streamer, fly on; we'll follow you forever!

The noisy discussion reached my ears; Ling Yue's steps halted—can I say I also forgot?

Why do I still have to live stream?

After returning home, Ling Yue settled the remaining bees, played with Mao Mao, urged the Mysterious Cat Queen's training a bit, then dawdled until time arrived and began preparing the live stream.

Opening the live stream room, the free roses filled the screen, and excited viewers shouted wildly.

【Good afternoon, streamer; can I say I've been waiting a long time?】

【Seeing the streamer, my life instantly gained meaning! Streamer, you are my light! My god!】

【Da mie! Da mie! This is the live stream room, no voice messages allowed!】

【Wuu wuu wuu but I just like the streamer~【mwah mwah】【mwah mwah】】

Ling Yue glanced at the comments in the live stream room, couldn't help curling her lips: 'I also like you all; no more talk, let's start the live stream—now we begin drawing the first fated pet.'

【I'm ready! Streamer, draw me, draw me!】

【Want a slap? O(∩_∩)O】

In the hehehe bullet comments, Ling Yue opened the draw result: 'Congratulations, Xue Shang Yizi Hao, you've passed the connection invitation; we can start the video now.'

The live stream room screen split in two, perhaps due to network issues; on Ling Yue's other side, the screen remained pitch black.

No one was visible, but a hearty male voice came out first.

'I won, did I really win?!'

'Hahaha, streamer, I really won, that's great!'

The sour-typed viewer couldn't help but speak up.

【Uncle, please speak rationally, beware of extreme joy leading to sorrow~】

【As everyone knows, our streamer's live stream room's winning fans are famously big! Grudge! Seed!】

In the instant the comments flashed, the lagging network finally smoothed.

Xue Shang Yizi Hao appeared on the screen, square face, gray suit, he hesitantly looked at the comments, expression a bit panicked: 'You, you guys don't spout nonsense⊙﹏⊙'