Blood Is Weak, Machines Take Flight?-An Extra Chapter for the "Who Else Is Going to Fight Me for Her?" Brothers, 1625

449. Blood □□ Is Weak, Machines □ Take Flight □?—An Extra Chapter for the "Who Else Is Going to Fight Me for Her?" Brothers, 1625

"Ah."

Second Lieutenant Robinson felt a stab of pain.

He struggled in a hazy, confused state. His soul, which seemed to have already left his body, was being pulled back into the world by some unseen force.

He groaned, trying with difficulty to open his eyes through the fog.

"His chest and back suffered severe burns. He'll need several rounds of debridement and special care. His internal organs are also damaged to some extent, but luckily, Ge Bao transferred some of her life force to him, so he hasn't suffered organ failure.

"His completely necrotic left arm needs to be amputated.

"Also, the bones around his spine are damaged. To the best of my knowledge, injuries like this can't be treated in such primitive conditions. But perhaps you can come up with a plan?"

"A fractured spine? That's a minor problem. I can stitch it back together with ghostly hair and abomination glue. But I'm old and weak, and my hands aren't steady. I'll teach you how to perform this psionic technique. With your skills, you'll be able to stitch it together perfectly.

"But before that, you'll have to cut open his entire back. We also need to check whether his psionic channels have been damaged."

The lieutenant could hear people whispering nearby.

Someone seemed to be talking beside him, and uncomfortable sensations were rising all around his body.

His last memory was of fighting those damned Skeleton Army troops at a swamp outpost. Major Ron had been about to be hit by a phosphor bomb, and Robinson had thrown himself forward to pin him down.

After that, his memories had vanished into a haze