After the high-intensity slaughter, Gao Gong did not rest. Instead, he threw himself into various preparations once more.
On the operating table, rows of transparent reagents were lifted, injected, and gradually assembled as the surgical arms rotated.
Only cybernetic doctors possessed the experience and knowledge required to create "desert skin."
Fortunately, he had ample materials this time, so Gao Gong did not need to worry about the failure rate and could work to his heart's content.
He worked until late into the night. Only when he heard movement at the door did Gao Gong realize how long he had been at it.
The two people at the door had been waiting for quite some time.
"Why aren't you coming in?"
Professor Han still wore a calm expression. Old Qian, on the other hand, kept muttering—he looked like someone who simply could not keep his mouth shut.
"By the way, kid—no, Consultant, why did you call me here?"
Gao Gong pointed at the operating table. "Lie down. I'll give you a full-body treatment."
Old Qian looked at him suspiciously, then turned to Professor Han.
Professor Han said, "We're giving you a full-body examination to check your body's rejection levels."
"I knew it. This thing doesn't look anything like a virtual machine." Old Qian lay down carelessly, baring his teeth at the cold operating table.
"Damn, this is uncomfortable."
Professor Han sat before the testing equipment not far away and quickly adjusted the controls. Soon, more than a dozen screens filled with strings of physiological data.
"How is it?"
"The motor system has undergone abnormal ossification, the nervous system is suffering from autonomic dysfunction, the endocrine system is contaminated by radiation, and the circulatory system contains several parts that shouldn't be there..."
Gao Gong crossed his arms and watched the data on