Mechanical Kidney

The medical staff, who had been waiting for a long time, pushed the equipment forward, and the dispatch order was quickly issued.

The nurse, holding a tablet, checked the number of people one by one. "749, temporary transfer number 189, headcount confirmed, initiating the receiving process."

Each step proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner.

The Magik, the Gambit, and Sing Sing himself were immediately taken to the treatment room.

Professor Jiang Si also arrived. The old man, wearing sterile gloves, lifted Sing Sing's clothes and stared at the old wound on his waist that had been triggered by the Death Factor.

The edges of the wound had an eerie grayish-white tinge, and the surrounding skin was completely bloodless.

"If you had come back a week later, you could have gone straight to get the work injury claim certificate."

"How about some mechanical kidneys? I guarantee you'll be full of energy, partying every night, a nine-times-a-night machine!"

Jiang Si kept muttering to himself, but the tweezers in his hand poked the edge of the wound without any mercy.

"Ouch! Be gentle! Stop cursing me."

Sing Sing gasped in pain, "My back is perfectly fine! Hurry up and stitch it up for me, I still have to go out and oversee the procedures!"

"It can't be stitched up; it needs cleaning."

Old Man Jiang picked up the scalpel and gestured, "There's still some Death Factor residue; we'll have to slowly dissolve it with that bald guy's new drug. Bear with it, don't move around too much."

On the other side, the pathogen, radiation, and parasite screening area was in complete chaos.

"Beep beep!"

The detector's red light flashed wildly, and a piercing alarm sounded three times in a row.

Two security guards in protective suits quickly raised their riot shields and stood in front of them as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't panic! Don't shoot! It's me!"

The Moon-Boy hugged the Devil Dinosaur's thick neck tightly and shouted, "This is the little dinosaur's body temperature! It's not sick! It's always hot to the touch when it sleeps! Don't scare it with that thing!"

The officer in charge of the testing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised the temperature threshold by thirty degrees on the control panel, finally managing to get the green light on.

Damn, I've only ever seen dinosaurs in movies, I never thought I'd actually see one in person at my age.

It's a red-skinned dinosaur? Who would believe that?

The atmosphere in the precision screening room was oppressive.

The doctor pointed to the violently pulsating ripples on the screen and looked at Sing Sing, who had just had his wound treated.

"The EEG showed abnormal spikes, indicating residual cue signals deep within his cerebral cortex."

Miss Sinister's methods are more insidious than imagined; in addition to controlling people's behavior, she also aims to completely destroy their will.

Can it be washed off completely?

The doctor quickly recorded the data. "Yes, but it will take time. We'll arrange physical isolation first; during this time, he can only stay in a soundproof room."

All procedures proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner. After several hours of work, Director Wang personally completed the final certificate issuance step.

Temporary ID card, access card, subsidy card, resettlement manual, communication equipment, emergency contact card...

They were neatly packed in a transparent file bag and handed to everyone.

Li Qianhuan held the card with her name on it and looked at it several times. There was no indication of Mutants on it, and only one line on the back. "Dial the extension number in case of emergency."

She sat on a bench in the corridor, arms crossed.

She was waiting for someone to interrogate her; she had even prepared her sarcastic retorts.

Half an hour passed, but still no one came to ask her.

Only one cafeteria worker in a white coat came over pushing a stainless steel insulated cart and handed her a paper bowl.

"Girl, would you like some porridge? I just made some preserved egg and lean pork porridge, it's good for your stomach."

Li Qianhuan was stunned.

She looked at the steaming porridge in her hand, the aroma of preserved egg and lean meat lingering in the air, and then glanced at Colossus, who was slurping down his porridge next to her.

Something's not right here.

As Li Qianhuan watched her aunt leave, she leaned close to Colossus's ear and asked, "Did they put truth serum in the porridge?"

Colossus looked down at the clean bowl of porridge and thought about it carefully.

"Probably not."

In the medical treatment room, Sing Sing was lying face down on the hospital bed, grimacing.

Professor Jiang Si took a long syringe filled with a light blue liquid, pulled down Sing Sing's pants, and injected it.

"Ouch! Holy crap! You call this 'a little pain'?!"

"Compared to the Death Factor spreading through your body, what is this pain?"

Jiang Si pressed down on his shoulder without changing her expression. "Lie still and don't move."

As the liquid slowly injected from the syringe, Sing Sing felt as if the wound on his waist was being clamped by red-hot pliers.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Ouch! Old man, are you taking revenge on me?! Ouch, my kidneys!" Sing Sing gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, veins bulging.

Jiang Si's hand, holding the syringe, was as steady as a rock. "What are you yelling about? The Death Factor would have rotted through other people's intestines long ago, and you can still run around and travel to Canada alive and well. It's practically a medical miracle."

Jiang Si pulled out the syringe and casually poked the edge of the wound twice with a medical cotton swab.

"I already told you, I'll just cut this rotten flesh out and replace it with a titanium alloy miniature nuclear-powered lumbar support, guaranteeing you'll be perfectly coordinated from now on, and your erection will never falter. But you wouldn't listen, you insisted on suffering like this."

"Thank you so much, your whole family!"

Sing Sing gasped, "Our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents! These original parts of mine work perfectly fine, don't try to fool me with your nonsense!"

"I need to keep these kidneys to carry on the family line! What if they leak electricity after I install your thing? I don't want sparks when I pee!"

"Stupid carbon-based lifeforms, utterly incomprehensible!"

Jiang Si curled his lip in disdain, turned around and threw the blood-stained gauze into the medical waste bin.

"Can I have a vial of blood drawn for research? Just one vial. Just one vial of blood, and I guarantee I can make you a set of subcutaneous armor that's impervious to blades and bullets."

Old man Jiang Si looks so handsome

No way! There aren't even any windows! I'll block up the exhaust fan too!

Sing Sing clutched his waist and shrank back into the bed as if guarding against a thief.

"Fine, I won't smoke then! You're so stingy."

Jiang Si glared at him. "That charlatan Da Vinci is always messing around with all sorts of junk, and you dare let him do that? I'm doing legitimate, cutting-edge bionics, and you treat me like a thief!"

Sing Sing slowly turned over, trying not to aggravate the wound on his waist, and lay flat on the hospital bed.

"How's it going outside? Have all the 'gods' I brought back been settled? These are my precious darlings, whom I worked so hard to bring back to boost my sales. I'd be heartbroken if even a single hair on their head went missing."

"Don't worry, you won't die. Don't you know the bureau's acceptance procedures?"

Jiang Si pulled up a chair and sat down. "That little girl named Magik's vital signs are stable. That one-armed giant you brought back is guarding outside like a door god."

At this point, Jiang Si's eyes lit up.

"I originally wanted to study his Red Star Mechanical Arm, but that kid absolutely refused."

"Nonsense, dressed like that, who wouldn't think you're a pervert?"

"That's a romantic notion born from your lack of scientific understanding!"

Jiang Si's eyes widened. "Once that Russian lets his guard down, I'm going to take this apart and reinstall a new one with a high-frequency oscillating blade and a miniature grenade launcher!"

After getting rid of the fanatical scientist, Sing Sing finally got some peace and quiet.

The trip to Seattle didn't end well; he only received basic treatment with Alpha Flight, and options like blood tests were out of the question.

Just like other Mutants, if they go to an unfamiliar place and have their blood drawn for testing, no one will agree to it.

He felt the same way; he only felt at ease when he returned to his own place.

Sing Sing isn't in a hurry right now; the friends he brought back this time are all quite busy for the time being.

The second phase is a 72-hour adaptation period, and the third phase is a 30-day adaptation course.

So he can take a good rest now.