Huo Neil had specially arranged a single room for Silin.
Not long after Silin was sent to the medical room on the spaceplane, the sounds of intense fighting and the rumble of heavy weapons resounded from below. It would seem that the big black mouse had gone mad.
Judging from the sound and the distribution of firepower, the black mice were no longer attacking in an organized manner like before. The leader's confused thinking had seriously affected their movements.
"Yo, it looks like the final battle has begun."
A medic who was treating Silin's wounds said. Their tone had relaxed a little when they heard their colleagues say that the crisis was almost over.
The medical reinforcement ship had already arrived at the space station outside the planet, and some emergency medicine had been sent over as well. By the time the situation here was more or less settled, the remaining medics on the ship would probably be sent over to help.
"Yeah, Chief Huo has this victory in his grasp." A medic who had delivered the medicine said. The medic looked at Silin who was lying on the bed and asked, "Are you a student too?"
Silin nodded.
The medic made a 'strong' gesture, "I heard from my comrades that all of you are pretty good. However, that academy called Hard is a bit of a pity. "
"Hard? What happened to him? "Silin was shocked. Indeed, he hadn't heard anything about Hard until now.
"He's in the ICU. I heard that he suffered a few claws while trying to save his teammates. He also sustained a few more injuries in the later battles. The antiserum he injected didn't work, and the rat poison had already seeped into his internal organs. I heard that he won't last much longer." The medic said regretfully. He was just a student in his teens. To them, he was just a child. It was truly commendable that he could participate in this battle bravely and not abandon his comrades under such circumstances.
Silin jumped off the bed, "Which room is he in?"
"The third emergency room from the right upstairs at the corner."
"Sigh, your wounds haven't …"
"I won't die." Silin ignored the medical staff beside him and walked out of the ward to go upstairs.
Walking upstairs, without looking at the room number, Silin saw a few soldiers with bandages standing at the door. They were probably Hard's team members. There was also a person squatting with his back against the wall, holding his head and crying hoarsely. That was Sird.
At this moment, the door of the intensive care unit opened. The doctor walked out and rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I'm sorry, it's still not working. The serums we've injected are all useless. He was very strong, and his obsession was very deep. It was already very good that he had been able to last until now. You guys, go take a look at him. He … can hold on for five more minutes at most. "
Sird and a few of his team members practically rushed in. When they saw Hard, whose entire body was starting to turn black and fester, they rubbed their eyes, took a deep breath, and walked to Hard's side.
Hudd was wearing an oxygen mask, and it was obvious that he was having difficulty breathing. His eyes were so swollen that his original outline could not be seen clearly. Through the gaps of his slightly opened eyelids, Hudd could vaguely see a few people beside him. Now, not only was his vision severely blurred, even his hearing was greatly reduced. But he knew who these people were. He knew who they were just by looking at the blurry figures.
Hudd could not make a sound, and Silin could only know what Hudd was saying by the shape of his mouth.
"I … don't … want … to … die …"
"It's okay, you won't die. Didn't you say that you want to be a general? When the time comes, you'll go back and look down on those b * stards who made sarcastic remarks!" Sird's voice was trembling, and he was almost roaring.
The tears at the corner of Hudd's eyes were bloodshot when they fell, and they dripped onto the white pillow. He knew very well what was waiting for him. There was not much time left, but he really wanted to go back now. Even if it was to communicate with his family, it would be fine. But the distance was too far, and by the time the communication signal was transferred, it would already be too late.
Looking at the gaze in Hudd's eyes, Silin knew that even at this moment, Hudd still did not regret it. He did not want to die, but he did not regret it.
Dias had once said: In the army, on the battlefield, the general was responsible for commanding, and the soldiers were responsible for dying.
But soldiers had their glory, and they had their beliefs. They would die without regrets.
Raising his hand, Silin placed his finger on Hudd's hand. It looked like he was giving his comrade one last encouragement, but in fact, Silin was analyzing the toxins in Hudd's body, and then synthesizing specific antibodies based on these toxins. He secreted the specific antibodies from his fingertips, and they seeped under Hudd's skin through his pores, and through his blood circulation or other means, they were transmitted to various parts of Hudd's body.
Sird, who had been trying hard to decipher what Hudd was trying to express, saw that Hudd's eyes had suddenly closed tightly, and his lips were no longer moving. Instantly, his tears flowed out.
Silin used his hand to poke Sird, who was immersed in grief and wiping his tears. "He's just asleep. Look at the heartbeat shown on the device."
Sird: "…"
It … seemed like he really had fallen asleep.
Five minutes later, the heartbeat was still there.
Ten minutes later, it seemed like it was beating even stronger than before.
After Silin was certain that Hudd's life was not in danger, he patted Sird's shoulder and said, "Call the healer over. Hudd's vitality is probably too tenacious that even Azrael wouldn't take him in."
"Oh." Sird was still a little absent-minded. He called the healer over according to Silin's words.
Looking at the medics who were clicking their tongues in wonder, Silin shook his head and left. But Silin did not return to the sickroom. Instead, he went to the temporary analysis room. There were some researchers who were busy working there. Some of them had escaped from the base earlier, and some of them had come with the medical ship as support. But until now, they had only managed to analyze a dozen or so toxins and antibodies. Many of the soldiers who were scratched and infected by the black mice were still waiting for the unknown antiserum that could detoxify them.
Silin sighed. He had really overestimated them! Right now, he really did feel the same disappointment he felt when he looked at the other researchers in Seven Lights' Institute of Mechanical Engineering.
"Hey, who are you?"
"Hurry up and leave. This is not a place for you warriors!"
"You have absolutely no regard for discipline and don't know what's good for you. Don't interfere with our work!"
Silin ignored whatever these people were saying and walked straight to a molecular synthesis analyzer. He grabbed the researcher sitting there by the collar and pulled him away. The man raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but Silin did not even look at him. Instead, he took out a handgun and aimed it at the man's mouth.
The moment they saw Silin take out his gun, the surroundings immediately quieted down. The few people near the door ran out to call for the soldiers.
Sitting down in front of the instrument, Silin swept a glance at the case on the operation panel and then stopped looking at it. His eyes were glued to the screen, and he withdrew his gun to free his hands. His fingers pressed on the operation panel, and the buttons he pressed were absolutely accurate, as if he was very familiar with the instrument.
His hand speed grew faster and faster, and he looked incomparably practiced. Not only that, the researchers in the room realized that the instruments in front of them had begun to operate on their own, and the analyzed data was automatically transmitted to Silin's instrument.
In such a short amount of time, this bastard had actually taken control of every instrument in the analysis room!
A few researchers began to criticize Silin for his nonsense. But gradually, all the researchers in the analysis room fell silent.
Molecular formulae were taking shape on the screen of Silin's instrument, and the data displayed beside the rotating molecules was enough for everyone to understand that they did not have the right to make a sound right now.
One, two, three … They had no idea how Silin did it at all. All they could see was the molecular diagrams of almost a hundred antibodies displayed on the screen.
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