Chapter 104: Saifrola 20

"Level‑1 repair ten thousand, Level‑2 repair one hundred thousand, Level‑3 repair five hundred thousand?"

Ye Xi'an looked at the price on the screen with some surprise; the price was even more outrageous than hospitals on Diqiu.

Although the price was indeed steep, Ye Xi'an bit her lower lip, glanced at the frail Lin Zhi Jing, who had rested his head on Bao Jing's shoulder; Lin Zhi Jing also pressed his pale lips together, lowered his eyes, and waited for her decision.

Never mind, saving a life is what matters.

Adhering to the principle that higher price means better effect, Ye Xi'an decided to choose the most expensive one.

"Then we'll go with Level 3, the faster the better."

"Wait! Wife!" Ji Jiangci called out to Ye Xi'an, stepping out from behind Lin Zhi Jing.

Ye Xi'an turned back, puzzled at Ji Jiangci's shout, and asked, "What's up?"

"We don't need Level 3; Level 1 is enough."

The repair tier of the medical pod determines the strength of the restoration.

Level 1 treats superficial wounds—cuts, lashes, etc. Level 2 can stop bleeding from penetrating injuries, promote connective‑tissue regeneration and bone repair. Level 3, while healing external injuries, also removes lethal toxins from the body.

Things like zombie viruses from certain planets or hybrid bacteria can be eliminated as long as they're recorded in the ledger.

There are actually higher tiers—Ye Xi'an just didn't look further back. Level 4 can repair abilities, and Level 5 is rarely used.

Level 5 repair costs almost a fortune, and its effect is naturally the best; besides the above functions it can regenerate internal organs, so as long as there's a breath left, entering a Level 5 pod can keep one alive.

Lin Zhi Jing's injuries are just a bit of bone loss; a Level 1 repair would suffice, then he can recover at home. No need to waste tens of thousands.

Ye Xi'an's eyes showed doubt: "You're not just being stingy about the money, are you?"

It's understandable she thought that; after all, Ji Jiangci is truly frugal, with a long record of penny‑pinching.

Ji Jiangci's eyes flickered, his complexion turning slightly unnatural as he avoided Ye Xi'an's probing gaze. Though that reason was genuine, his words were reasonable—after all, they aren't a wealthy clan; they have no house or car, so they must cut costs.

"Ask Lin Zhi Jing himself; he'd definitely pick Level 1."

Which male would dare to take a Level 3 repair from another family? Even males of one's own clan wouldn't dare to demand Level 3.

But unfortunately, Lin Zhi Jing isn't the thrifty, family‑oriented male Ji Jiangci envisions.

"I want Level 3," Lin Zhi Jing said, showing no concealment of his weakness and need. His gray lashes half‑covered his eyes, making him look like a fallen, direction‑lost angel.

Seeing Ji Jiangci's expression sour, Lin Zhi Jing shifted his tone: "If you don't need it, that's fine; I'm okay with that."

Ji Jiangci gave Lin Zhi Jing a meaning‑laden glance; though he understood the little thought behind it, he went along and said, "Since Doctor Lin himself wants Level 1, let's give him Level 1."

"That won't do," Ye Xi'an frowned. Since Lin Zhi Jing was injured for her and will soon become a member of the family, as the household's decision‑maker she cannot be so stingy toward him.

She directly selected the Level 3 repair option.

Leaning on Bao Jing's shoulder, the pale‑faced Lin Zhi Jing curled his ghostly lips, his eyes flashing with a mix of pride and a hint of emotion, like a scheming villain reveling in a successful plot.

"Hmph," Ji Jiangci didn't miss Lin Zhi Jing's smile, and snorted coldly in his mind, having thought the male was of good conduct but turned out to be a schemer as well.

The Mission Center's medical pod has facial‑recognition; the moment Ye Xi'an pressed the button, the fee was automatically deducted.

As Contribution Points cleared, the capsule pod's surrounding light strips lit up, indicating it was powered on.

The metal lid above rose slowly like a convertible's roof, revealing an interior space large enough for one person to lie down.

With everyone's help, Lin Zhi Jing lay inside; the pod door sensed his proper position and closed automatically.

About ten minutes later, the pod door opened again, and Lin Zhi Jing's complexion had returned to normal; his wounds were barely visible, only faintly pink, even better than Ye Xi'an's recovery.

Sure enough, paying makes a difference, huh.

Yi Yang looked at Lin Zhi Jing with envy, a trace of loneliness in his eyes; he'd probably never get a chance to use a repair pod in this lifetime.

Doctor Lin is truly fortunate—his wife is so willing to spend, while he can't even bring up buying a book.

"I'm all set," Lin Zhi Jing flipped out of the pod and jumped in front of Ye Xi'an.

The distance between them suddenly shrank, close enough to see each other's reflections in their eyes.

"When did you place the Spiritual Mark on me?" Lin Zhi Jing's gaze burned bright like stars, quietly awaiting Ye Xi'an's reply.

Before Ye Xi'an could answer, Bao Jing hurried forward, furrowing his brows, stepping between them, blocking Lin Zhi Jing's ambiguous, lingering stare, and faced him: "What Spiritual Mark?"

Lin Zhi Jing looked straight at him, a victor's smile on his face: "Ye Xi'an has already agreed to let me marry her."

"How dare you tempt my wife!" Bao Jing tried to grab Lin Zhi Jing's clothing, but his iron‑clad body wouldn't let him hold on; he could only attempt to kill him with his gaze.

Bao Jing's features were knife‑sharp, his eyes cold and piercing as if they could see through any disguise. His lips curled slightly downward; his stance seemed casual, yet he subtly rose onto his toes, ready to crush someone starting from height.

Lin Zhi Jing watched Bao Jing's childish behavior with greater composure, a faint, ambiguous smile at his lips, his gaze unfathomable.

His stare was like a hidden pool—calm on the surface, with currents swirling beneath. Though his posture was relaxed, it exuded an intangible pressure, as if everything were under his control.

The two males said nothing, just stared. Their gazes met in the air, as if invisible sparks erupted, making Ye Xi'an recall a battlefield shrouded in smoke, feeling a fight could break out any second.

"Alright, alright, let's stop this. From now on we're family, loving each other, okay!"

"An'an, are you really going to marry him?"

"Umm, it seems that way," she said, and having spoken it, she wouldn't back down.

Just when Ye Xi'an thought Bao Jing would cause a scene, Bao Jing astonishingly accepted the reality.

"You can marry An'an, but you must rank fifth in the family—no, fourth!" Bao Jing almost forgot that Ye Ling was already dead.

"Fourth?" Lin Zhi Jing's mouth curved with contempt, incredulously pointing at his own nose: "Me?"

"Yes." Bao Jing, as the first to arrive, could not let Lin Zhi Jing step over him.

The ranking of males within a clan is crucial; it determines who is most likely to have offspring first and be cherished by his wife.

(End of Chapter)