Yong Bai had been a chief urologist who performed vasectomies and stitched up butts, and a family-planning director who led the fight against people having more children than allowed. As a director, he feared nothing. There was nothing he couldn't do.
Then he was reborn in a spacefaring age where having children was difficult. He specialized in dealing with all kinds of troublemakers and charmed the entire galaxy. There was nothing his expert vasectomy-and-binding skills couldn't handle. But why did the fertility index of everyone he tied up shoot through the roof? Why did they regard him as the parents who gave them a second life, weeping as they called him Dad, or even kneeling to call him Master? He was a director, not a master!
Even those big shots with superior gene sequences, whose bodies were incompatible with everyone else's and who were supposedly infertile, were developing in baffling directions.
Wait, big shots, don't get all worked up over him! He's just a pure and proper Imperial director and sacred priest! What do you mean, "Use the director (as a person) to your heart's content, and love him forever"?!
