Chapter 302: Purple Microphone

So the problem has come.

This... estrus? How to solve it.

Under normal circumstances, there is no solution.

The rabbit-ear medical staff helplessly shook her head; she didn't believe Jierte would use that method to help the catgirl solve her physiological problem.

Take her out more for walks, play games, or go do some dangerous things that can stimulate the nerves.

For example?

For example, go out to dip beans, or flee, or go out to relax.

Perhaps you can ask Damiao; I recall she basically doesn't have this kind of trouble.

Okay, I got it.

Jierte nodded; Damiao is also a cat, so her method should work for Lanbaoshi too.

Hmm, I'll first prescribe her some medicine; although the effect isn't much, it can still slightly suppress.

But you'd better still go ask Damiao.

Alright.

Jierte put away the medicine, bade farewell to the rabbit-ear medical staff, and began searching for where Damiao might be.

Soon, he found Damiao Miss in the cafeteria, who was about to wolf down a big mouthful of rice.

While Damiao was wondering why Jierte had come to find her, a sentence from Jierte almost scared her to death.

Estrus?

Damiao was dumbfounded for a moment; her face went from fair to gradually turning crimson, and then, under Jierte's utterly bewildered gaze, she coughed harshly twice.

Is this this this this what you wanted to ask!

Then you've come to the right person!

Damiao's face was still just as red, but even so, she stubbornly tried to explain, that's just her personality.

This! Actually it's very easy to solve!

Just use the simplest! Most primitive way!

Jierte:?

What do you mean by simplest, most primitive way?

Cough cough, that's it! That's it!

Damiao hinted wildly, but the dense knight utterly failed to grasp her meaning, making Damiao quite embarrassed.

Anyway! I'll go get something and give it to you! Then you just hand it to Lanbaoshi!

Trust me! My method will definitely work!

If it's useless, you came to me for nothing! I'll personally go and solve Lanbaoshi's problem!

Damiao forced a calm pat on her own chest muscles, and solemnly promised; Jierte was half-believing, half-doubting, but ultimately still chose to believe Damiao.

Then wait a moment, I'll go get you something.

Damiao ran away with a thudding sound; the surging big thunder attracted many compatriots to watch in person, but they seemed not very interested in Damiao's big thunder.

After all, there are all kinds of handsome guys here; just those like Damiao are not few.

Soon, Damiao came running back with a thudding sound, holding a securely wrapped item, walking while looking left and right like a thief, full of sneaky vibes.

Hey, this is that thing.

Damiao, full of sneaky vibes, ran over and handed the item in her hand to Jierte.

You go back and keep hitting... eh, how did you open it!!!

Damiao let out a sharp explosive sound, pounced on Jierte, and tightly clutched that thing to her chest.

The commotion here drew the attention of those around; Damiao realized her behavior was improper, hurriedly got up, and somewhat anxiously whispered to Jierte.

How did you open it! (softly)

?

I also don't know that this can't be opened.

Jierte was speechless, rose from the ground, and looked at Damiao with some doubt.

What did you give me?

A purple microphone?

!!!

Upon hearing this, Damiao's already flushed face turned even redder, and her throat emitted a sound like a boiling kettle.

Her eyes rolled wildly; intense shame eventually overcame her pretended tough personality, she could no longer bear this atmosphere, she shoved the thing into Jierte's hands in one go, then turned and ran.

Before leaving, she still didn't forget to instruct Jierte.

Anyway! Just give the thing to Lanbaoshi! My wife is about to give birth! I have to go check!

The other party ran off in a flash; Jierte was utterly speechless, he vaguely recalled that the other's Shilaozu wife is her big axe?

Can a big axe give birth to children?

Jierte scratched his head, full of doubts, returned to the Medical Department.

Meow.....

Knight Sir... what is this, meow?

I don't know, Damiao had me give this to you.

Seems like a purple microphone.

Jierte shrugged, while the rabbit-ear medical staff beside him seemed to realize something, her face instantly turned bright red.

All right, Mr. Jierte!

I now know what the big cat's method is!

Next! Please step aside for a moment!

???

Jierte, again with a dazed look, was pushed out; the room's soundproofing was excellent, and even though Jierte had extraordinary hearing, it was useless—he had no idea what was happening inside.

Blue Sapphire had saliva at the corner of their mouth, looking dazed from just waking up, yet seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious state.

But fortunately, her cheeks were indeed no longer red.

Is this... resolved?

That purple microphone, is it really that miraculous?