Watching Brera stare at the photograph, his face intermittently showing nostalgia and pain, and Ozma sitting silently beside him, Xiao Ran let out a soft sigh. Yet he himself failed to notice how his eyes kept drifting toward the medical department's doors, or how tightly his fists were clenched. Only Moses remained calm and composed, though even he did not know what to say as he watched the three of them.
A few minutes earlier, the entire fleet had entered the Space Jump corridor. Because Lanka had fallen unconscious, Ozma had not returned to the S.M.S. warship and had remained here instead. Brera seemed to have suffered a tremendous shock upon seeing the photograph, and more of his forgotten memories had gradually returned after seeing it.
Yet nearly an hour had passed without even the slightest news coming from the medical department. Xiao Ran, who had been worried about Sheryl all along, simply could not control the anxiety in his heart. That anxiety stemmed even more from the uncertainty of Sheryl's condition. The unknown was what people found hardest to endure.
So when the doctor came out, Xiao Ran sprang to his feet and strode over. "How is she?"
"General, Miss Sheryl's temperature has come down somewhat after treatment." The doctor saluted Xiao Ran before answering, "However, we discovered a type of bacteria inside her body. It is this bacteria that caused Miss Sheryl's fever. We still cannot determine whether there is any way to eliminate it, nor can we determine whether the high fever will return once treatment stops. Therefore, we recommend keeping Miss Sheryl in the treatment room. We also need to conduct research and see whether there is anything that can suppress the growth of these bacteria."
Xiao Ran clenched his fists, then rubbed his head. "So