What was going on?
At this moment, the maintenance soldiers inside the Soil Layer Voyager probably all had similar thoughts flash through their minds. But in the military, no one was going to explain the so-called ins and outs to you.
Ronan was still stunned for half a second when Xian Zhu, sprawled on the floor, sprang up the instant the order arrived. As expected, Emergency 5+ alarms blared as the surgery was severely disrupted.
Xian Zhu paid them no mind and only urged Ronan, "Quick, quick, quick! If you don't want to become sandwich filling, get to your station."
Ronan instinctively answered, "Yes," but then saw Xian Zhu reaching back to push away the Needle Knife Mechanical Arm. More than half the suturing operation had already been completed; if they stopped now, all that work would likely be wasted. Without even thinking, he shouted, "Wait!" and swatted Xian Zhu's hand aside.
Before the other man could react, Ronan steadied himself on the swaying floor, bent down, and heaved up the roughly thirty-kilogram robot. At the same time, he kicked out, sending the mounted Neurosurgery Module that had just been delivered by the transport robot flying toward Xian Zhu.
The entire sequence flowed smoothly, completed in one breath, proving the practical value of the basic combat techniques Master Xiu had drilled into Ronan.
Xian Zhu stared wide-eyed at Ronan's string of maneuvers. Acting on instinct as well, he caught the still-packaged mounted module that was hurtling straight at his face with his uninjured arm.
Then Ronan was the one urging him on. "Move! 1-95!"
Xian Zhu frowned. "Rookie, haven't you read the field manual? At a time like this, anyone not assigned to a station is supposed to assemble in the command room..."
Despite saying that, he let Ronan push