Chapter 2754: Transmigrated to the Noble Academy as a Special Recruit 39

Ling Yao ruffled a handful of Xisi's blond hair, "What's the situation outside now?"

Shi Heng pulled the clamorous Xisi to his side, lest he disturb the inspection.

Coleridge has been officially stripped of his military rank, together with his faction members, all assigned to the most remote, harshest planet under the First Legion's jurisdiction; Bai Yu has already greeted them there, so their future days will not be good.

Lin Baiyu took up the conversation: "The space pirates who participated in the kidnapping and attack have all been captured, and they will be dealt with strictly under wartime law."

The high-level military meeting concluded that, in light of Jin Chen's outstanding performance in this incident, they decided to award him the highest personal honor and, exceptionally, grant him the rank of captain; the related commendation and appointment documents will be formally issued after he fully recovers.

Ling Yao listened attentively, nodded, and felt it was quite natural.

These past few days, having some free time, he also thought of many things to do, and hurriedly urged his friends to make the most of their time.

"Jin Chen probably needs a few more days of observation to stabilize; the therapist said he must not be stimulated, so over these few days, external matters still require you to trouble yourselves."

"Especially Bai Yu, you're more familiar with the military's personal connections; help me keep an eye on things, don't let anyone trip us up behind the scenes."

"Shi Heng, if there's any bad rumor from the council and media side, you help me suppress it, Xisi..."

Ling Yao looked at his friend, who seemed ready to assign him a task, smiled, and said, "Xisi, get me a batch of better-tasting nutrient solution; Jin Chen finds the military-issued kind too hard to drink."

He said a lot in one breath, big or small, his considerations were very thorough.

Completely unlike before, when he only caused trouble and left the mess for others to clean up, that willful young master.

Shi Heng looked at him and softly remarked, "Ah Yao, you... have matured a lot."

Ling Yao's cheeks flushed instantly, he awkwardly averted his gaze, and muttered softly, "... No, I'm talking about serious matters."

Shi Heng: "..."

Shi Heng: "That's not what I meant; I'm praising you for thinking things through thoroughly and growing up."

Only then did Ling Yao realize, his ears reddening even more.

"Oh... because I don't want to let the people around me get hurt again."

Especially Jin Chen.

This price, he cannot afford, and he never wants to pay it again.

——

Inside the isolation treatment cabin.

Jin Chen woke from an uneasy light sleep, his arm instinctively reaching out to the side, finding nothing.

He opened his eyes, saw the empty space beside him, fell silent for a full three seconds, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He ran off again.

Very disobedient.

Jin Chen threw off the covers, sat up, walked into the cabin's attached washroom, and splashed cold water on his face.

This was the first time, since being sent to the isolation cabin, that he voluntarily walked to the door.

He raised his hand, bent his fingers, and knocked three times on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Outside the door, the two therapists in charge of monitoring, staring at the screen, jumped at the sound and looked at each other.

"Just now... was that a knocking sound?"

The younger therapist asked uncertainly.

"Seems... so." The older therapist swallowed nervously, glancing toward the door.

Inside the cabin, Jin Chen waited a few seconds, but there was no response from outside.

In his eyes, the dullness from lingering medication grew a bit darker and richer.

Although seeing anyone other than Ling Yao stirred his destructive urge deep inside, it remained within controllable limits.

Click.

The door opened.

The two therapists: "!!!"

The two instantly froze, not daring to breathe.

I told you just now it wasn't an auditory hallucination!

Jin Chen stepped out of the isolation cabin, wearing only a simple hospital gown, yet his imposing presence was in no way diminished.

He glanced at the therapists standing frozen on the spot, barely suppressing the urge to strike, and tried to speak in a calm tone to inquire.

Before he could utter a sound, the door from the therapy room to the outer corridor was shoved open violently.

The person's shoulder insignia showed a colonel's rank, his stature extraordinarily tall and burly, close to 2.3 meters, almost blocking half the light at the doorway.

The older therapist's face turned pale as he stepped forward to block him: "Colonel Fleming! Please halt!"

"This patient is under special observation; any visitation is prohibited—these are the regulations! Please..."

"Regulations?" The aide beside Fleming snorted, drew his sidearm and pointed it at the therapists, his tone arrogant: "Our colonel just wants to see what kind of specimen this hero, pampered by the military, really is! Any problem?"

Therapist: "..."

"Knock it out! The problem is huge!"

"Do you know what condition he's in now!?"

"Wait till he loses control and you'll be lying here to see if there's a problem!"

"But they're just two therapists without real authority; facing the colonel's coercion, they dare to be angry but not speak out."

The older therapist desperately gave the younger one a look, then glanced at the emergency call wristband linked to the testing room.

The younger therapist understood, quietly retreated behind the complex medical equipment, "... Then please go ahead, I—I'll continue recording data..."

Colonel Fleming completely disregarded the two therapists, strode in confidently, and sized up Jin Chen standing there.

Fleming stood over 2.3 meters tall; facing Jin Chen, he loomed like a mountain.

He snorted contemptuously, "Hah! Those military bigwigs have blown you up to the heavens, but I see you're nothing special! To think you could earn a Silver Star Medal—what a joke!"

Jin Chen stood in place, motionless, his pupils almost black as an abyss, filled with terrifying pressure.

But his face still showed little expression, he slowly twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You came, quite a coincidence."

He was fretting over the lingering hostility inside him that he had no way to vent on Ling Yao, with nowhere to dissipate—then someone showed up just to serve as a punching bag.

Good.

——

The ongoing examination was suddenly interrupted by an exclamation.

The examiner jumped up from his chair in fright, shouting, "Not good!"

Ling Yao and the three others who were whispering simultaneously turned their gaze toward him.

Ling Yao, bewildered, asked, "What's not good? You just said all my indicators were fine, didn't you?"

The examiner's face turned pale, stammering as he pointed at the screen, "No, not you! It's the treatment room!"

"Colonel Fleming barged in with his people, forcefully entering the treatment room; Your Excellency Jin Chen's current mental state absolutely cannot be stimulated, or else the previous treatment might all be for naught!"

Lin Baiyu furrowed his brows, "Fleming... his family is allied by marriage with the Kolriches; it seems he's come looking for trouble."

He looked at Ling Yao, "Hurry over—right now only you can steady him."

As he spoke those words, Lin Baiyu discovered his heart was utterly calm, with no further ripples.

Once the boundary is seen clearly, it can no longer be crossed—and moreover, there's no need to cross it.

Some feelings are truly one of a kind.

"Damn it." Ling Yao's face darkened as he rose from the examination equipment.

As the four approached the treatment room door, they smelled blood seeping from the crack.

Opening the door, Fleming's aide, his face covered in blood, dragged his twisted leg, crawling out with difficulty; seeing them like a savior, he hoarsely shouted one word, "Save..."

Before he could finish, Colonel Fleming was hurled out like a torn sack, slamming hard against the doorframe, his arms twisted at a strange angle, his face bloody, and he passed out.

In the center of the treatment room, Jin Chen stood at ease, not even holding a proper weapon in his hand—only…

a slender demonstration stick used to point out acupoints and nerves.

The stick rotated lightly between his long fingers, as if endowed with life, giving an absolute sense of control.

Jin Chen's surroundings were suffused with an unchecked mental force field, oppressive and dangerous.

He lifted his gaze toward the doorway; Shi Heng and the two others' faces changed slightly, they instinctively retreated half a step, their breathing constricted.

Only Ling Yao felt none of that terrifying pressure and rushed in at quick pace.

"Jin—"

Ling Yao had just uttered a syllable when Jin Chen scooped him into his arms, covering his mouth to prevent him from continuing.

Jin Chen also spared no glance at the two men lying on the ground like dead dogs; he casually tossed the blood‑stained demonstration stick aside, swept over the nearby instrument table, and picked up another stick that looked sturdier.

He hoisted Ling Yao in a horizontal embrace, turned, and strode straight toward the isolation chamber.

Lin Baiyu, Shi Heng, and Sis: "……"

Sis's mouth twitched as he watched Ling Yao, unusually docile, being carried away by Jin Chen and nestling in his arms.

"How do I feel… Yao will be a handful when he gets back?"

Shi Heng pinched his brow, "Maybe for Yao it's a kind of fun—when have you ever seen him this obedient?"

Lin Baiyu stepped forward, the sole of his military boot coming down hard on Fleming's shoulder.

Fleming let out an anguished cry.

Lin Baiyu looked down at the colonel, who lay like mud, his voice icy.

"You can go die."

"Just to vent your spleen on that Kolrich idiot, you didn't even weigh who you were provoking."

"Do you think that after laying hands on Yao and the one he holds dear, the Ling family and we will let you off?"