The painful cries had already grown weak and feeble. Bowling President was "suspended" in midair.
It was a device resembling...some kind of torture instrument. Using several major points of support and the center of gravity when a person lay flat, it suspended them in the air with a "bed" that made minimal contact with their body.
Bowling President had been suspended here for several days. From being unable to adapt at first to becoming completely accustomed to it now, he actually had not lasted all that long.
Pain accompanied him every waking moment.
There were other wards and rooms here as well, and quite a few people inside were in similar situations, enduring the torment of illness.
However, among them, Bowling President suffered the most.
Less than two weeks had actually passed since the Gaud Particle Ray began to fade, but the terrible effects it had brought to the patients here seemed likely to continue for a long time.
The door opened slowly. The Chief Scientist entered with a medical team, accompanied by several photographers.
These were extremely valuable research subjects. They all had one thing in common—
The success of all their organ transplant surgeries had been based on the Gaud Particle's activation of their cells. Unlike transplants that relied on matching, the transplant recipients they had chosen had much stronger rejection reactions.
However, the existence of the Gaud Particle had allowed them to ignore these terrifying problems. Now that the Gaud Particle could no longer maintain the activation and stability between the cells, the problems had emerged.
"How has he been doing over the past few hours?" The Chief Scientist looked at Bowling President calmly, without the slightest compassion a medical worker should have for a patient suffering from illness.
His eyes held only indifference and composure.
From