Chapter 375 New Blood
Without looking, Soshyan knew the source of that mechanical sound. It was undoubtedly the pharmacist's surgical auxiliary device - equipped with laser blades, electric saws, and scissors. , syringe and drill bit.
"Observe the damage to the subcutaneous tissue from the first incision..."
When he stepped into the door, the broad voice of the pharmacist came again.
"Marked, c22, a large amount of infection was found in the left lower rib, the growth rate index of the second heart tissue was too high, and the bone deformation was obvious."
The stale smell wafted into Soshyan's nose. The stench was the smell of burnt bones and flesh.
He glanced around and saw a boy lying in the center of the operating platform. Above was a tangled net with lumens and recording equipment from all angles.
The skin on the front of the boy's chest was uncovered, revealing the internal organs covered by a large number of fibers under the epidermis and dermis.
Different models of blood transfusion units and neural sensors were exposed to the air, and part of the boy's ribs had been removed and placed on a tray held by a servitor.
The cold surgical appendage was stretched out on the boy's thin body, pinning the open wound.
The image of the pharmacist looks the same as before. Of course, due to long hours of work and anxiety, his pale cheeks and disheveled face are no longer as green as before, and he has a pair of cold eyes.
At this moment, he exuded a mixture of several smells - liquid antiseptic, sour blood and the chemical smell of antiseptic ointment.
The stench is a physical punch to the Space Marine's heightened senses.
Soshyan closed his eyes and slowly inhaled the stench, trying to parse the putrid aroma.
Then his eyes popped open.
"He smells..."
"He's dying."
The pharmacist pointed at the boy.
"You can smell it, can't you? He smells of death, like only the walking dead can."
"He's hopeless."
"I can't tell, please pass me these medical forceps, Chapter Commander."
Nasin Balitaem stretched out his hand, and Soshyan immediately picked up the tools from the side and handed them over. .
The pharmacist took the tweezers and rummaged around in his abdomen.
"It seems that it is not possible... there is no hope. The rejection reaction is too strong and he is dying slowly."
There is no doubt that this is an obvious truth.
"The organ atrophy may be slower, but it is inevitable that he will not even live to adulthood. This body cannot contain the gene seeds... He is not the first, and he will not be the last."
So Shi Yang's eyes involuntarily moved to the wound in the boy's abdominal cavity. What should have been there was now different - a throbbing mass of blood and flesh that should not appear on a healthy person.
The distorted tissue network was revealed under the light. The pharmacist cut it open with dexterity and precision, then removed the tumor mass and gently placed it on a tray to prepare for the next test.
"Even the potential to transform into a servitor is gone."
The pharmacist then injected the lethal drug into the boy's body.
"Take him and burn him."
"Yes."
After a while, the servants on the side immediately removed the boy's rapidly stiffening body from the table.
“Chapter Master, sometimes I really feel like a bastard.”
Nasin Balitaem walked to the pool and dipped his bloody hands into the pool. Watching the blood slowly disperse.
"One, two, ten, twenty... Chapter Commander, I feel like I am murdering those children every day. I already regret that I chose the position of pharmacist."
Soshiyang was silent. After a moment, he walked up to the pharmacist and put his hand on his shoulder armor.
"Brother, thank you for your hard work...I know this is very difficult. You can ask for anything, as long as it makes you feel better."
"Oh, what else can I ask for? . ”
Sushyan suddenly remembered that he did not see the two new pharmacists. When he did, Nassin pointed toward the hallway.
“They were doing other tests.”
Soshiyan looked at the robotic arm of the surgical machine and imagined it moving, for some divine purpose.
“Show me the current success.”
Nassin then led Soshyan to the storage room at the rear.
Both pharmacists were here, and both showed appropriate surprise at Soshyan's appearance.
"Currently all the reformers are placed in sterile cabins. This is the most successful one so far. He has adapted to almost all the transformations at this stage without any rejection."
Narsing pointed to the first child, a boy with jagged pink scars on his chest, back and throat from recent invasive surgeries.
The boy's face seemed a bit familiar, Soshyan blinked and recalled it for a while.
Finally, he remembered that dirty boy on the last day of the primary election.
His name seems to be, Bahram.
"No surprise, he can receive gray marrow implantation in the next stage."
"How many similar ones are there?"
Facing Soshiyang's Asked, Nassin didn't even need to know the exact numbers on his medical device.
“Twenty-six, aged between 14 and 16 years old, have basically adapted to the different stages of organ transplantation. The occasional rejection reaction is not strong, but they are not mature enough to be implanted. So far, So far, 29 people have died, and 6 are in unstable condition. "
Although it sounds cold-blooded, Soshyan is quite satisfied with these numbers.
"Well done, that's a very good survival rate."
"I know—"
Nassin sounded almost angry.
“But it’s far from the end. The failure rate in subsequent transformation stages will not be better. We all have to be mentally prepared.”
"That's why I need you to keep doing this."
Soshiyan approached one of the sterile chambers where Philip, the Soul Drinker's Apothecary, was examining the child inside.
He lay there motionless, as if asleep.
Suddenly, just when Soshyan brought his face closer to watch, the boy's limbs began to spasm violently, and his eyelids kept rolling up, as if he had been shocked.
The alarm sounded immediately.
"Emergency situation at receptor No. 17! Emergency oxygen supply first!"
The three pharmacists immediately got busy, and Soshyan could only step aside.
They opened the sterile cabin, used robotic arms to fix the boy's spastic limbs and neck, opened his mouth and inserted a breathing tube, and then lifted him to the emergency operating table.
As soon as he lay down, seven or eight needles pierced the boy's skin at the same time.
"Heart rate is too fast! Pupils are constricted!"
"The intracranial pressure rises too fast!"
"Input the sedative first! Standard 2 doses!"
In order not to get in the way, Soshiyang could only leave quietly, and felt sorry for the boy in his heart Pray - if he remembered correctly, that boy was also chosen by him on the last day, and his name was Hao Mo.
He also doesn’t like this kind of cold-blooded decision, but the reality is so cruel, and the empire is built on cold sacrifice and blood.
When Soshyan left the medical area and just returned to his private room, he suddenly received an emergency message.
The Imperial patrol fleet has detected that there seems to be an Eldar fleet operating near the Nessen system!
(End of this chapter)