Interstellar president (19): Go home for your honeymoon.

When the medicinal liquid entered his body, Zhou Qinghao first felt a wave of dizziness, followed closely by a surge of pain.

He felt as if his internal organs were burning, the searing flames seemingly about to melt him.

Zhou Qinghao had lived a life of comfort and privilege, rarely enduring such pain—he almost cried out.

But he made no sound and just stared fixedly at Gu Juntian.

“It’ll be over soon,” Gu Juntian reassured Zhou Qinghao while monitoring the various readings on the medical pod.

After using the gene drug, the patient would experience intense pain.

Clinical trials had shown that anesthetics had very limited effect in reducing this pain and could even delay the onset of the gene drug’s effects.

In other words, some pain had to be endured. To make it less intense, one would have to endure it for a longer time.

Because of this, Gu Juntian didn’t give Zhou Qinghao any anesthetics.

Even though the gene drug he administered to Zhou Qinghao had been improved, Zhou Qinghao would still feel significant pain. The fact that Zhou Qinghao hadn’t reacted much surprised Gu Juntian.

But Zhou Qinghao had always been someone with strong endurance.

Gu Juntian sat beside the medical pod and spoke to Zhou Qinghao: “Qinghao, if it hurts, you can cry out… Don’t worry, it won’t take long. Tomorrow we can get married…”

An unprecedented wave of pain swept through his entire body. Zhou Qinghao felt like he was about to die.

But he didn’t want to die.

Gu Juntian was looking forward to getting married—if he died at this moment, how devastated would Gu Juntian be?

He shouldn’t have agreed to Gu Juntian, shouldn’t have used the drug Gu Juntian had developed.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Qinghao’s mind, while Gu Juntian noticed that Zhou Qinghao’s readings had stabilized.

Zhou Qinghao was fine!

Gu Juntian programmed another medical pod nearby, then took out another gene drug prepared specifically for himself and injected it into his body.

The formula he had made public and taught to Director Zhang and the others—the mass-production version of the gene drug—was only effective for those suffering from gene collapse syndrome. It not only had no effect on healthy individuals, it could also cause adverse reactions.

He told Director Zhang and the others that people whose genes had already collapsed were more easily able to rebuild their genetic structures.

This significantly reduced their resistance to the gene drug.

If the drug could be used by everyone, any issue with it could potentially lead to human extinction.

A drug like that wouldn’t be promoted unless it had been studied for decades and proven absolutely safe.

But a drug that only worked on those with gene collapse syndrome was much easier to promote.

Gene collapse syndrome was a terminal illness to begin with.

But for Gu Juntian, a gene drug that could be used by healthy people was actually easier to develop.

The one he held now was developed specifically for himself. After using it, his genes would be enhanced, and he would evolve.

Gu Juntian yearned deeply to become stronger, so when administering the drug to himself, he didn’t hesitate at all.

Lying in the transparent medical pod, Zhou Qinghao witnessed this scene and was startled.

He had probably become numb—no longer feeling pain, only an overwhelming drowsiness pulling him toward sleep.

But he didn’t want to sleep.

He was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never see Gu Juntian again.

And then, he saw Gu Juntian inject himself with the drug.

What was Gu Juntian doing?! Was he insane?

Zhou Qinghao instinctively tried to stop him. He sat up inside the medical pod and attempted to push it open—then, the pod shattered.

Sitting among the shards, Zhou Qinghao was momentarily stunned.

Were today’s medical pods really made this poorly?

Gu Juntian had no idea what Zhou Qinghao was thinking. Seeing that Zhou Qinghao was doing well, he said, “Qinghao, I’m going to lie down in the medical pod. You should take a shower first.”

Only then did Zhou Qinghao notice how awful he smelled.

But that wasn’t the main issue.

The key thing was—he felt… different.

He stood up from the pod, picked up the chair that Gu Juntian had been sitting on, and with a light twist, turned it into a mangled spiral.

At that moment, a question rose in Zhou Qinghao’s heart—the same one that Commander Qian had once asked: Am I still human?

What exactly had Gu Juntian injected into him?

Was what they were doing really safe?

With a head full of doubts, Zhou Qinghao still followed Gu Juntian’s instructions and went to take a shower.

When he came back, he found Gu Juntian lying inside the medical pod, enduring pain.

Having recently gone through the same thing, Zhou Qinghao could tell Gu Juntian wasn’t feeling well.

Like him, Gu Juntian didn’t cry out. Zhou Qinghao sat quietly beside him, watching.

Once Gu Juntian crawled out of the pod, Zhou Qinghao asked, “Juntian, is your experiment legal? Should we run away?”

Becoming super strong… it sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie, the kind of thing a mad scientist would do.

Gu Juntian had planned to shower first, but seeing Zhou Qinghao’s troubled expression, he pulled him straight into the bathroom.

Even if he smelled a little, Zhou Qinghao wasn’t allowed to be picky!

After showering, Gu Juntian took Zhou Qinghao to the bedroom.

Time to sleep!

After the evolution, he was much stronger than before—but so was Zhou Qinghao.

And with one careless move, Zhou Qinghao even broke the bed.

Gu Juntian: “…”

No one knew about the drug Gu Juntian used on himself, and he didn’t intend to tell anyone. But the drug he used on Zhou Qinghao had been officially approved.

The next day, he took Zhou Qinghao to Director Zhang’s lab for a checkup, and also requested time off—they were going to register their marriage.

“Leave and registration are both approved. But if you’re going out, bring security personnel.” Director Zhang assigned a security team to protect Gu Juntian and added, “Wishing you a long and happy marriage.”

They had thoroughly investigated Gu Juntian’s background.

Compared to Gu Juntian’s previous boyfriend, Zhou Qinghao was really quite good.

Gu Juntian had a bit of a “romantic brain,” but his love for Zhou Qinghao was clearly healthier than what he had felt for Ning Jianuo.

With his leave approved, Gu Juntian took Zhou Qinghao straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

A team of guards followed them, attracting attention the moment they entered the office. When people got a good look at them, they were stunned.

Weren’t these the same Zhou Qinghao and Gu Juntian who had been trending on the StarNet recently?

The two hadn’t made any public appearances for days, which had left many people worried—had something bad happened to them?

And now, here they were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, with guards?

What were they doing here?

While people were still confused, they saw Gu Juntian leading Zhou Qinghao up to the counter, saying to the staff, “Hello, we’re here to register our marriage.”

Wait—register their marriage?

Wasn’t Gu Juntian Zhou Qinghao’s nephew? And they were registering?

Well… they weren’t biologically related, and they weren’t on the same household registry either. But Zhou Qinghao had gene collapse syndrome—why would they get married now?

What was going on?

And didn’t people say Zhou Qinghao’s condition was severe, that he had to do intense maintenance just to preserve his appearance? But now, Zhou Qinghao didn’t look old at all—he didn’t look sick in the slightest.

Amid everyone’s puzzled stares, Gu Juntian and Zhou Qinghao received their marriage certificate.

Only then did Gu Juntian finally feel at ease.

Zhou Qinghao was his!

From now on, he wasn’t allowed to look for anyone else!

“Come on, let’s go home for our honeymoon,” said Gu Juntian.

Given his current situation, he obviously couldn’t go traveling. So they would just honeymoon at home.

Zhou Qinghao would definitely love it!

After all, Zhou Qinghao used to wish he could stay in bed with him all day.

When they returned to the villa, the butler greeted them with a cheerful smile and watched them go upstairs.

But after they didn’t come back down for several days, the butler grew worried.

His young master was still recovering—he couldn’t afford to overexert himself and needed proper rest.

Just as he was about to remind Gu Juntian, the butler’s communicator lit up.

It was always set to silent, only vibrating slightly—he didn’t want to disturb others while working.

But now it had suddenly made a sound. What was going on?

He glanced at the screen and realized the government had issued a public announcement: “A cure has been found for gene collapse syndrome!”

The headline was short, but attention-grabbing. Everyone who saw it clicked on it immediately.

Who didn’t know someone suffering from gene collapse syndrome? If the disease was truly curable, that would be incredible!

But after clicking in and reading the contents, many people were confused.

Were they seeing this right?

Gu Juntian had developed a gene therapy for gene collapse syndrome?Was it that Gu Juntian—the pitiful one who had just married Zhou Qinghao?