This battleship had been prepared for a long time. To be more precise, it was originally prepared for Shen Yunmai.
The room was full of sophisticated instruments and equipment. It was very clean and could be adjusted to a vacuum environment at any time, so no infection would occur.
Even if some spores drifted in, they wouldn't survive for a long time.
This place could be regarded as the most advanced operating room, and it was very comfortable. Everything was in line with Shen Yunmai's aesthetic requirements and practical needs.
For example, the apparatus that contained the life-sustaining solution.
Shen Yunmai's head was immersed in the solution, and he felt like he was soaking in a bathtub. The size and depth of the solution were perfect, and even the temperature of the nutrient solution was adjusted appropriately.
Shen Yunmai sighed comfortably, finding that his home was indeed the best.
"Are you sure?" asked Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai uttered "hmm" and continued, "No matter if you stay in the base or go somewhere else, you can come and play with me at any time if you get tired of thinking about that problem."
"No," said Jing Jiu.
Shen Yunmai's head was bobbing up and down in the solution, as was his voice, full of helplessness and faint longing.
"I've been seriously injured this time. It'll take me more than a year to recover. It's very boring."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" and reached out his hand to rub Shen Yunmai's head. Then he turned around and walked out.
Shen Yunmai's line of sight fell on his back. He suddenly thought of something and yelled, "You said you could control me because you're the Sect Master of Aoyama … but haven't you ascended now? The Sect Master of Aoyama should be someone else. "
"I didn't completely withdraw." Jing Jiu didn't stop walking.
Shen Yunmai thought he was referring to the Retired Emperor, so he shook his head subconsciously. Shaking his head was a simple action, but he had only one head left. So when he shook his head, it looked quite odd. The nutrient solution rippled and splashed.
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The current Sect Master of Aoyama Sect was Zhuo Rusui, who nobody could control.
Before Jing Jiu left the bamboo chair, he saw the scene through the magic treasure of Zhongzhou School.
The problem was that Shen Yunmai, his father, and General Li didn't know about it, because his book didn't mention the latter part.
If one were to rely on the original to deduce the future or calculate his behavior, there would be many mistakes.
The book didn't mention the ascension of Jian Xilai, because he had already left the sun outside Chaotian at the time and embarked on a journey to find the Snow Girl.
After returning to the Scorching-Sun Battleship, Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai stood by the window and watched the black battleship depart slowly.
"Have you heard of Thought Imprint?" Jing Jiu asked.
Jian Xilai asked, "Do you want to start a pyramid scheme?"
With the rebirth of human civilization, many achievements of ancient civilizations were rediscovered, inherited, and developed. Many other business models and social phenomena were also inherited. Pyramid selling was a business model in the embryonic stage of the distant ancient civilization, with a hint of religious fanaticism and some practical methods. As expected, it had been revived in the Federation of the Milky Way. Like a cockroach, it had an unimaginable vitality and advantages.
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence and said nothing.
Jian Xilai said, "Deconstructing the spiritual world and then reorganizing it according to a certain purpose can be regarded as a method of brainwashing, but it's more direct and effective. The current methods are quite diverse. For instance, some battleships on a mission to their death would take a drug together. However, it has been seldom used in recent years because of the controversy."
"The Cultivation practitioners are good at mental control," said Jing Jiu.
Looking at Jing Jiu's profile, Jian Xilai asked expressionlessly, "What are you trying to say? Do you think I've been brainwashed? "
"Only those who have been brainwashed would be so sensitive," said Jing Jiu.
"It's not funny," said Jian Xilai.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything more. He kept looking at the window.
The black battleship had gradually disappeared into the dark space, and could no longer be seen.
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All the workers on the black battleship were the servants of the Shen family. Their spiritual world had been implanted with the so-called Thought Imprint a long time ago, so they would never betray the Shen family. To say nothing of the threat of death, it was impossible for such a thought to exist in their consciousness.
On this battleship, there was no need for them to worry about those messy matters.
Soaking in the warm liquid, Shen Yunmai felt as if he had returned to his mother's womb. "Let's begin," he said, trying his best not to feel sleepy.
The female caretaker responded expressionlessly and reached out her hands to hold his head.
The gravitational field could be activated at any time, and a dozen automatic machines were waiting by the side.
He had to return to the Science Academy of the Federation if he wanted to recover his body completely. But the journey in space was a long one. He had to start the operation right away if he wanted to prevent his wound from worsening.
To put it more precisely, he had to perform a craniotomy on himself.
His arm could be replaced, and so could his body and energy supply system; but his brain couldn't be replaced. As such, the only thing that could hurt him was the impact on his brain.
As for transferring his consciousness … it was not necessary even if it was possible.
Shen Yunmai had realized this when he had his first arm replaced on the 857 base. As such, he had attached great importance to the protection of his brain at the beginning of his body modification.
He studied seriously for a period of time and became a neurosurgeon.
In the medical circle of the Federation of the Milky Way, he was definitely one of the top three specialists in neurosurgery; but no one had the chance to be operated by him.
After Shen Yunmai had mastered the relevant knowledge, the first thing he did was to reduce the volume of his brain by a great deal. In other words, he had gotten rid of the redundant parts.
With the support of the Taoist magic, this absurd idea had become a reality in his hands.
The volume of his brain was only one-seventh of that of a normal human brain. Of course, he didn't become a retard.
Next, he protected his brain with many layers. The outer layer was made of the rarest super-alloy in the universe, which was covered with a high-density material. Many miniature formations were embedded in the gray interlayer, and the vacuum maintenance formation, which corresponded with the miniature formations, was the second layer. In addition, there were many other unimaginable modifications.
Along with the deep sound of the electric machine and the sound of the magnetic force, the sharp plasma knife cut open the outer shell of the head, revealing a narrow crack.
A thin stream of water reached into the crack and started to rinse the brain. The width of the water stream was kept within the range of super-tiny particles.
All of this was under the control of Shen Yunmai's consciousness.
This was the debridement and rinsing process at the beginning of the surgery. The stream of water was very gentle and had little momentum.
The stream of water would become thinner later and become a cutting knife, which would start to repair his brain.
As the most gifted Cultivation practitioner in the Sword Sect of Aoyama, Shen Yunmai was well aware of the importance of a sword.
He had been looking for the most suitable sword, which was also a surgical tool, ever since he started to dabble in brain surgery.
The requirements for the surgical tools were very high, which were much higher than writing on the skin of a grape or cutting gauze on a piece of tender tofu.
He had eliminated all kinds of ray knives and precision alloy knives after many rounds of experiments.
In the end, he found that the water knife was the most suitable for carving on the brain.
Since the requirements for the surgical tools were so high, it was obvious that this surgery or the daily maintenance work was very risky.
Shen Yunmai was at his weakest and most unprotected moment, not to mention that he only had a head left and could only control things with his consciousness.
He dared to put himself in such a dangerous situation only in this battleship and the laboratory of the Academy of Sciences, and only when he was served by the servants who had been branded with the Thought Brand.
Otherwise, he would have asked Jing Jiu to stay and try to see if this legendary sword was better than the water knife.
The sizzling sound continued, and a few streams of water with a faint powder flowed out from the operating table, indicating that the amount of blood coming out from the brain was very little.
Shen Yunmai closed his eyes and rested for a while; then he opened his eyes and was ready to start the surgery.
It was then that the stream of water suddenly disappeared.
He looked at the middle-aged female housekeeper.
The female housekeeper looked at him in Silence, saying nothing.
Shen Yunmai remained silent for a while, and then asked with a self-mocking smile, "Why did the water suddenly stop?"
He was a head floating on the surface of the solution. His smile looked rather eerie and dreadful.
This black battleship had the highest level of technology in the Federation of the Milky Way, which was far superior to those battleships of the military. Even the battleship of the Immortal Chi Song couldn't compare with it. There was no need to describe the situation in detail. At least, it was impossible for the water to stop on this battleship, not to mention that this room was an operation room specially prepared for Shen Yunmai.
Since it was impossible for the water to be in arrears, there was only one explanation: someone had turned off the water. If the water was turned off in normal times, the worst that could happen was that Shen Yunmai couldn't cook or flush the toilet. However, there was suddenly no water at the moment, and Shen Yunmai couldn't perform the surgery; he couldn't prevent his injuries from worsening, and he might even die.
"It's me."
The question about the water being cut off was quite ridiculous, but the female housekeeper gave an honest answer.
Shen Yunmai looked at her in Silence and said, "I don't understand."
"I don't understand either," said the female housekeeper.
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