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Living Node (Part 2)
Ronan paused, wanting to keep walking out.
However, Uncle Ye Guo's hand pressed down on his shoulder again. "How about we wait a little longer?"
Ronan understood what he had left unsaid: there was no need to go out.
Amid the noise of the life-monitoring instruments, Ronan still said nothing, his gaze sweeping over the medical staff in the treatment room.
At a time like this, no special skill was needed. Relying solely on the instinct for reading people that Genetic Species had passed down in countless ways, one could predict what was about to happen.
He had originally wanted to continue placing his trust in these professionals.
After all, this was the Sky Abyss Empire. After all, this was an advanced interstellar civilization. After all, Bao Long had been pulled back from the battlefield. Even if his condition was this terrible... since he had been brought into the treatment room, there should have been at least a sliver of hope, right?
Yet even in a world like this, there were ultimately meaningless, tedious things like "do all you can and leave the rest to fate."
The instruments continued their shrill, desperate laughter, going mad in the shadow that slowly entered—the shadow that had just brushed past Ronan.
Uncle Ye Guo seemed to glance at his face. Probably. Ronan was not sure.
Still, the man did put some force into his hand, pushing him toward the operating table, while seeming to say:
"Make way. He's the wounded man's comrade."
At that moment, Ronan suddenly wished some hot-tempered medical officer would smash a pair of forceps into their faces and roar, "Get out! Stop making trouble here!"
But after Uncle Ye Guo spoke, nearly everyone around the operating table visibly stepped back two paces. After screaming