Chapter 5: Overlord of the Galaxy

The doctor quickly diagnosed, "Cold with fever. Medication or injection?"

Zu Mo humbly asked, "Is it better to take medicine or get an injection?"

The doctor replied, "There's no better or worse. Medicine takes longer but has fewer side effects; injections are quicker but have bigger side effects."

Zu Mo asked, "So, doctor, do you recommend medicine or injection?"

The doctor, visibly impatient, said, "This is for you to decide!"

Zu Mo was conflicted, feeling that this decision was even harder than issuing military orders in a galactic war.

The doctor waved him away, "If you can't decide, take your time. Let the people behind you see the doctor first."

Zu Mo gritted his teeth and chose injection. He wanted his daughter to recover from the fever as quickly as possible, enduring short-term pain for long-term gain.

The doctor prescribed one intramuscular injection and one intravenous drip, or in other words, a "butt shot" and an IV drip.

Holding his daughter, watching her receive the injections, Zu Mo's heart shattered.

Sitting in the infusion room, despite the night-long ordeal, feeling exhausted and sleepy, Zu Mo didn't harbor resentment and hatred as he did in his previous life. He thought about the hardships of his parents, he thought about the hardships his daughter had endured over the past year.

Holding the little one, Zu Mo only wished for his daughter's safety, health, and happiness, willing to do anything for her...

After getting the injection, Zu Mo's daughter's fever subsided. Coming out of the hospital, it was already bright daylight, around 8:40 in the morning.

At that moment, Zu Mo's phone suddenly rang, displaying "Director Jun ".

Zu Mo furrowed his brows slightly and answered the call.

Before he could speak, a gruff voice came from the other end, "Zu Mo, do you not want to work anymore? Look at you, so late! Everyone else is here except you!"

Zu Mo graduated and struggled for half a year before finally passing the civil service exam. It was partly due to his efforts and partly luck.

People often say being a civil servant is a "iron rice bowl," but once inside the system, he realized it wasn't easy to carry.

Zu Mo came from a rural background, had no connections, and wasn't good at flattering or playing politics. In the unit, he was squeezed by older employees, ostracized by colleagues, and often criticized and scolded by leaders, so his two years of work were not very pleasant.

Especially Director Jun , who was very strict with him, often nitpicking.

Zu Mo said, "Director, I have something today. Can I take a day off?"

The little one was just recovering from her illness, and he definitely needed to be with her.

Unexpectedly, Director Jun yelled, "Zu Mo, couldn't you have asked for leave earlier? What's with this sudden leave request? This is called 'acting first and reporting later,' requesting a 'dictator's leave'! This is a manifestation of lack of organization and discipline! We have an important meeting later. Have you finished revising the materials? I don't approve of your leave. Hurry up and come over!"

Zu Mo remembered there was indeed a meeting today, but it wasn't anything important. He had already sent the materials to Director Jun 's email yesterday. Director Jun was just making things difficult for him.

Zu Mo sneered, "Director Zhao, the first thing you said when you called was asking if I didn't want to work anymore. Well, let me answer you now—I indeed don't want to work anymore! I didn't need to attend today's meeting, and I already sent you the materials yesterday. If there's any problem, you can edit them yourself."

Director Zhao on the other end clearly hesitated for a moment, not expecting his usually obedient subordinate to dare to defy him. "You...how dare you speak to me like this? Fine, fine, I'll report your intentions to the leaders verbatim and reflect that you are disregarding organization and discipline!"

Zu Mo gave him two words: "Please do!"

Then he ended the call.

Seeing Zu Mo finish the call, the little one straightened up from his arms, looking at him with big, watery eyes, softly calling out, "Daddy."

The little one wasn't even two years old yet, and didn't speak much, but Zu Mo seemed to understand her meaning. It was as if she was saying, "Daddy, don't be angry."

He figured he must have raised his voice earlier.

Zu Mo gently patted the little one's head, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, Daddy's not angry. Those mortals aren't worth Daddy's anger. Let's go, we're going home!"

The little one obediently said, "Okay."

What Zu Mo said to Jun Zhao earlier wasn't entirely impulsive. Since his rebirth, he understood the world's development trends and even the fate of humanity. From today's perspective, one year later, the extraterrestrial civilization would arrive, disrupting world peace. Asia would enter a high martial era, Europe would experience a revival of knights and magic, and the Americas would focus on technological advancement. By then, being a civil servant wouldn't guarantee security. One needed to rely on their abilities to survive.

More importantly, he had decided to accompany his daughter's growth. If work interfered with that, then what was the point of working?

Upon returning to the rental, soothing the little one to sleep, Zu Mo quickly headed out to the largest mother and baby store nearby for shopping.

He learned from last night's lesson that he couldn't fight without preparation. The little one's necessities were strategic resources!

With her letter in hand, combined with online searches and on-site inquiries, he purchased a plethora of items, including formula, rice cereal, bottles, water bottles, spoons, bowls, basin, diapers, wet wipes, cotton towels, baby skincare products, baby bath products, baby food ingredients, and a food processor. He even bought clothes, socks, and shoes.

He was shocked at how complex baby items were. Upon seeing the bill, he couldn't believe he spent over six thousand, even after discounts!

He sighed, realizing that raising a child was expensive! Looking at the dwindling savings, he thought about the need to earn money. After all, in today's world, "no money means no progress."

He didn't regret impulsively resigning from his job today. Firstly, the stagnant wages of the "iron rice bowl" were barely enough to raise a child, and he didn't want his daughter to suffer. Secondly, if he continued working, who would take care of his daughter? Even if he hired a nanny, he wouldn't feel at ease. So, quitting this job that had no time or money wasn't a loss.

Now, Zu Mo was thinking about finding other ways to make money, big money! Because he wasn't raising an ordinary child; he was raising the daughter of the Overlord of the Galaxy!