Hearing his teammates' consolation, Zhou Yan could not help revealing a bitter smile.
In the end, he made his choice—or rather, he had no choice. There was only one path before them now: either watch them die, or live.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Feng Yongqing nodded. He then summoned the others and began the surgery.
At the same time, specialized Artificial Spines were customized according to the three patients' physical data.
As large numbers of medical personnel arrived and took their positions at the auxiliary stations, the synchronized sensor devices were quickly fitted onto them.
Outside the operating room, a large number of researchers stared wide-eyed at everything taking place while preparing to record the surgical experience.
This surgery was related to the ancient Parasitic Bacteria Worms and held immense scientific value. It would provide useful reference for their future research into these ancient strains.
That was right. Although the ancient strains in the underground ice-layer space had nearly caused the three men to die this time, that did not mean they were afraid of them.
At this moment, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they were growing increasingly excited. The more extraordinary these ancient strains were, the more excited and curious they became, and the more they wanted to study them thoroughly.
In particular, these ancient mutated strains had a major weakness: they were afraid of the cold.
According to testing, the ancient strains would become sluggish at minus one hundred degrees Celsius, fall into a deep sleep at around minus one hundred and fifty degrees, and enter complete dormancy below minus two hundred degrees.
According to their deductions, once the temperature reached 273 degrees below zero—the absolute zero point—they might very well die completely. In other words, these ancient strains could not survive