"Catherine, are you all right?"
Yang Ming frowned as he looked at Catherine, who had just connected the communication.
The background behind her was still the familiar corner of the ship's cabin, with another outer space patrol of Emperor Star occurring every three days.
"There shouldn't be a problem," Catherine said with a gentle smile, her face slightly pale. "I saw the doctor yesterday and got some medication to relieve stress. Just two drops in my meal every day will do."
"Still can't get it out?"
"Not only can't get it out, but all supermodified people have to gather at Emperor Star in batches," Catherine softly hummed. "We need to strengthen thought imprinting. You better continue with genetic instability and not get involved in this."
Yang Ming looked at Catherine with concern, a hint of pondering in his eyes.
If he could divert Catherine's attention, it might relieve her current condition.
