I quietly watched the doctor from the side.
He seemed extremely busy.
R15 on the operating table had already fallen into a deep sleep. Just as the doctor had said, even if someone cut into him, he would not feel a thing.
The doctor drew his blood and took several samples of his skin tissue.
He even opened up R15's abdominal cavity, examined his internal organs, and collected some samples.
However, he quickly stitched him back up. I asked worriedly, "These scars..."
The doctor said calmly, "Don't worry. He won't be left with any scars. Look at his body. He must have gone through many major battles, yet there isn't a single scar on him. Do you think that's normal?"
It really was not normal. The doctor continued, "That means their bodies possess powerful regenerative abilities, provided the injuries are not fatal."
As he spoke, the doctor moved around to R15's head and picked up his tools.
My eyes widened. "You're going to open his skull?"
"What else? Don't you want to examine his brain structure when we have such a good opportunity? Besides, I want to take a look at the chip in their brains. If I can crack it, we might be able to find a way to control those twenty thousand people."
I froze as I thought of the three Ancient Clans.
Weren't those three Ancient Clans controlled through the chips in their brains?
If the doctor could truly find a way to control these twenty thousand people, there would be no need for negotiations at all.
I said nothing more. I did not even make a sound, merely standing by and watching the doctor work.
The doctor moved quickly. He was practically on par with the surgeons in a hospital.
As he worked, he said to