Beneath the hospital gown, the skin had begun growing tiny scale-like layers of keratin, unevenly scattered like grains of sand embedded in the skin, incomparably rough. This was uncontrolled proliferation of epidermal cells caused by the destruction of his Gene Chain.
His nervous system was also in disarray. His body convulsed intermittently, and he constantly let out unconscious groans of pain.
The man's eyes were open, but his gaze had no focus. His consciousness was still clear, yet he was trapped inside a body he could not control, forced to face each torment with full awareness.
He could no longer speak, nor could he express his thoughts through words or writing.
The Medical Cabin's diagnostic data clearly showed that the man's Gene Chain had deteriorated to the point where it had almost lost all functional segments.
Compared with some time ago, his condition had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
The cells inside his body were self-devouring even as they grew. His organs were failing, yet new and bizarre organs were developing at the same time.
He could no longer even maintain a human form. No one knew what shape the collapse of his Gene Chain would turn him into next.
Lying in the Medical Cabin, he was little better than a living corpse.
He was now completely reliant on the special Gene Repair Fluid Xia Yuanfang had prepared earlier, which barely slowed the collapse of his Gene Chain.
Judging from the data, that Gene Repair Fluid was gradually losing its effectiveness. The brief reprieve it had won for his life was about to expire.
Tears streamed down the middle-aged woman's face. She wiped them away with a soft silk handkerchief and choked out, "Ms. Xia, please help him... Please help him!"
Though Xia Yuanfang felt sympathy for her,