Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 221 Cressius
As long as she is alive, he will eventually have a way to bring her back to her senses.

"Adrenaline." Achill's reaction was fairly quick, and he took the thing over before his teeth fell out.

A shot of adrenaline was injected into Claire's heart, and as the liquid advanced, Claire, who was calm like a corpse, arched upwards and inhaled violently from his white lips like a drowning person breathing.

"Ahem." She coughed with difficulty, her red eyes widened, and she gasped for breath.

Her lower body seemed to have been split in half by a saw, and the pain from the numbness made her tremble continuously.

A shot of anesthetic was then pushed into the vein, and a hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "Claire, survive."

There is no doubt that she will survive. In the few seconds before her consciousness fell into darkness, she struggled to open her eyes to see the man with red eyes, "Cassius"

She tried her best to raise her hand, but with a slight trembling of her fingertips, the whole hand was held, and her cool face pressed into her palm.

"I'm here." He leaned over and kissed her wet forehead, brushing away her sticky blond hair, assuring her, "You'll be fine."

"Ah."

The anesthetic took effect, Claire was wheeled into the operating room, and Archer performed emergency surgery on her.

Cassius stood beside the empty bed with his hands covered in blood, looking at the big puddle of red blood on the floor, his body was frozen like a statue, his golden pupils throbbing with pain.

He didn't know the hardships of human childbirth, and he didn't know that his child would cause fatal harm to his beloved wife. He ignored the potential risks, and his self-blame and pain almost overwhelmed him.

Martina saw that he was in a bad mood, her whole body was so cold that ice scum was about to fall out, she silently took the crying baby out of her arms, she was afraid that he would get angry and target this innocent newborn.

Still a premature baby, she's going to put him in an incubator for observation.

Cassius walked out of the bloody room, and Feiji stood at the door with a few orcs. Everyone stood upright and gave him a military salute.

"commander."

The double golden pupils were replaced by normal black pupils at some point. He stared at the crowd for a long time with no expression on his face, his frowning eyebrows stretched out, "Thanks for your hard work."

When three words came out of his mouth, everyone's eyes turned red.

"Claire's going to be fine, she's always been strong," Fergie said seriously.

Cassius nodded lightly, put on the black shirt that Jones handed over, and turned to head towards the emergency room.

Five hours later.

"It's a miracle." Aqier took off the bloody gloves and said in shock: "There is no virus in her body, aren't those black things viruses?"

"What's the reason?" He turned his head and asked several experienced Zerg who were helping out. They shook their heads unanimously, and only one of them hesitated to express his guess.

"Is it related to His Highness's Jingzi? He has existed for a long time, and it is not surprising that the things produced by his body have other functions."

"Not necessarily." Achill continued to be shocked, "They should have done it quite a few times."

He remembered that Claire was given bedding for Cassius in the first place, and the number of times they were combined could not be counted on their hands.

Thinking about it this way, Achill thinks the possibility is quite high.

"In any case, the life is saved, let's put the person in the medical cabin for observation."

When the guards outside learned that Claire was fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and Cassius's straight back gradually relaxed.

During the whole week when Claire was in a coma, he never left the medical cabin for half a step. No matter who entered the room, he would always see the scene of him gazing at his wife tenderly.

Martina tried to persuade him to take a look at the child, but he ignored it as if he had shut off his hearing.

"You'd better stop trying to persuade him, this kid almost killed Claire, it would be nice if he didn't strangle him directly." Judith advised her.

"This is a precious newborn." Martina sighed, and stretched her fingers into the incubator to tease the energetic boy, "He is no different from ordinary people, how cute."

"Tear."

Small black wings resembling bat wings cracked and drilled out from the baby's back, and those big moist brown eyes stared at Martina, and he couldn't stop giggling when he saw her shocked expression that made her speechless.

Martina swallowed, quickly withdrew her fingers, "I doubt he can understand what we are saying."

Judith laughed.

Claire had a bad dream.

It was still a small house with a yard, and the sun was just right. She sat on the lawn and read with a book in her hand, with a poodle lying docilely beside her.

The cover of the book is printed with the popular love story between a human and a vampire in 09. The young Bella, whose limbs are unbalanced, meets the pale and handsome Edward in the small town of Forks.

The pages she turned were telling of Bella's terrible dreams.

On a lawn full of colorful wildflowers, the young Bella called out to the amiable grandma on the other side, and suddenly found that she was what she looked like when she was old, while the handsome and handsome Edward was still shining, standing beside the old her and embracing her. his love.

"Bad dream." Claire closed the book.

"Claire."

A deep voice called her, she raised her head, and in the distance, the handsome and tall Cassius was coming slowly with the help of an old man.

"Sister." The old man called her that.

The picture suddenly turned around, and the mirror that was supposed to be in front of Bella was suddenly placed in front of her. She saw a smile on her wrinkled face, and the gaps in her aging face were stacked, and the handsome Cassius came behind her. , and dropped an affectionate kiss on her shriveled face.

"No, that's not right!"

She yelled in horror, scaring away the poodle lying at her feet, cracks appeared in the dream and shattered into pieces.

The water in the medical cabin was surging, and the woman with her eyes closed was struggling constantly.

Cassius, who was acting as a sculpture, reacted and turned off the function of the medical cabin before Claire struggled more violently. The water flow receded and the hatch opened. He quickly bent down and hugged the drenched man tightly in his arms.

"Claire, I'm here."

"Claire, I'm here."

"."

The soothing whispers over and over again took effect, and after her eyelids trembled for a while, she opened her watery eyes.

The arms around her were wide and warm, she raised her head to meet those familiar black eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Cassius." She put her arms around his neck, her soft pale lips eagerly searching for his thin lips.

No one knew why she was so enthusiastic all of a sudden, but this stimulated Cassius, his palms dragged the back of her head, his lips were entangled with hers, frantically sucking the sweetness from her mouth.

There was a nice orange scent on his body, which came from the black satin fabric. Claire's nose was sour, and his nasal cavity was quickly blocked.

She pushed his shoulder, and Cassius, who knew how to restrain himself, withdrew from her lips.

"Did you use Orange brand laundry detergent?" She sniffed and kissed her red lips a little more bloody.

"Smell it?" He lifted her from the medical cabin, put on a clean nightgown for her, strode to the soft bed prepared next to her and put her on it.

"It's not like the smell before." She laughed while crying.

Cassius squatted on the side of the bed close to her forehead, with short black hair on her forehead, and said softly, "I'm back."

He just wanted to prove it.

"I know." She stroked his deliberately lowered deep face, and the real warmth in her hand warmed her heart.

"Where's the child?" Claire quickly thought of the baby she had given birth to through all kinds of hardships.

"You don't need to see him." Cassius' tone instantly became bad, with a strong smell of gunpowder mixed in, "It was because of my mistake that he appeared in this world, and I'm sorry for hurting you."

"what?"

Claire almost didn't realize what he meant, seeing his fierce eyes filled with black mist, she immediately understood.

The fusion of Cassius and Elijah does not mean that his temper will also be docile.

She pushed him away and punched him on the broad straight shoulder, angrily said: "That's your own product! How can you blame him?"

"My fault." He quickly admitted his mistake, and the disdain for the child in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Claire was angry, very angry, "Go away and let me see the child."

"He broke your two pubic bones, caused you to bleed excessively, tore a large area of ​​your lower body, and almost destroyed your internal organs." Cassius's tone became more and more serious, and he could faintly hear him barking The sound of teeth.

He didn't have the slightest look of a loving father before, and his mind was full of thoughts on how to sentence a baby the size of a palm to death.

Claire, who had been lying in the medical cabin for a week, didn't feel that she was in poor health at all. She lifted the quilt and moved her legs to get off the bed.

Her severely damaged body felt pain immediately when she moved, and her expression twisted immediately, but she still wanted to get out of bed regardless, "If you don't bring him, I'll go to see him."

Such a threat is very useful, Cassius is afraid of her getting hurt, and he has already worried too much now.

A pair of big hands stopped her nonsense from hurting him, he barely suppressed the anger in his tone, and compromised with her.

"I'll go and bring him."

Claire was satisfied, but her expression was worse than his at the moment, and she didn't want to talk to him at all.

In her imagination, it was probably a warm scene where two people who had come through hardships hugged their child and snuggled together, happily naming him a name, but now it was the complete opposite, and this big gap made her very unhappy.

When Martina carried the baby in, Claire straightened her soft back, and her brown eyes stared expectantly and nervously at the little face covered by the swaddle.

"I remember he had brown eyes, black hair, and was very handsome."

She couldn't wait to talk about the scene of seeing him before she passed out.

Hearing her soft voice, the child was immediately excited, struggling to speak in Martina's arms.

Hearing his cry, Cassius's face became even more stinky. He sat on the edge of the bed and held his wife in his arms, staring at the child he carried over with disgust.

"Be kind!" Claire slapped him on the thigh, and stretched out her hand to carefully hold the child in her arms.

It was a soft, snow-white face with a layer of fine down that was almost invisible, and the eyes were wide open as she remembered.

He seemed to know that she was his mother, waving his small hand like a lotus root, gently touching her face, "Yi Yi Ya."

Claire marveled at his beauty, and the surging maternal love in her heart made her completely ignore the cold-faced man beside her.

"He remembers you." Martina said softly, "He doesn't even like us hugging him."

The little hand was caressing Claire's face one by one, the big shiny brown eyes were full of bright light, and his lips were parted in a silly smile.

"What did he eat while I was in a coma?" Claire raised her face and asked nervously, "Has he eaten? Should I breastfeed him, that's how my mother fed me. "

When it came to breast milk, Martina's face flashed a look of unnaturalness, she stopped Claire from undressing, "No, you can't breastfeed him, look at his teeth."

Claire looked down, finally noticing a row of small gums full of fangs that smiled at her.

She was surprised, "How long have I been in a coma? Why did he grow up so fast?"

Martina glanced at Cassius, and cryptically defended the baby: "One week, he has teeth since the day he was born. He probably didn't bite the membranes in his stomach because he was afraid of hurting you."

Claire touched his little cheek tenderly, "I know he loves me, is he healthy?"

"It's healthy, you can consider giving him a name." Martina said, "We don't know what to call him."

"Cretius."

Claire answered without thinking.

Martina looked disgusted, "It's too rough, haven't you thought about it?"

Claire turned her head, "What do you think? This is your baby too, you have to express your opinion."

Cassius reluctantly glanced at the smiling child, frowned and answered irrelevant questions: "He's trying to please you."

"How do you know?" Claire blinked.

"His spiritual power almost surrounds you." Cassius snorted coldly, "Full of flattery, hum."

Claire poked his waist with an elbow, "Cassius, stay away from me if you don't show kindness to your son."

This kind of threat only works once, and he put on a cold face with a look of reluctance, "The name is Clexius, anyway, there is no good name to match him."

One is casual, the second is more casual.

Martina didn't know what to say, "I'll get the bottle and your food, he's about to eat, and so are you."

Claire hugged the child with a mother's love on her face, and leaned loosely on Cassius, "Cassius, it's a good name."

Hearing her complacency, everyone who came to visit reluctantly expressed their appreciation, but Cyril ruthlessly leaned against the door and laughed at her, "You must have not put your brains together."

"I think the position of foreign minister is not suitable for you."

Cyril quickly returned his tone, "It's very special, it's a name that Cassius would like."

Claire laughed again.

What Martina brought up were different flavors of nutrient solution and an iron bottle. She was shocked when she saw the sturdy silver nipple.

　Vote~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)