Subjective Initiative
There was a certain beauty to degraded DNA; calling it contamination was quite apt.
As Amira explained, Fu Qian sized up the tangled mass and clicked his tongue in admiration.
The sight was certainly shocking. Even Reginald and Amira looked rather grim.
He knew what was in that man's belly, of course. Otherwise, how could he have worked so professionally, making sure not to harm even the tiniest bit of it?
"Got it. So why haven't you done anything yet? Are you waiting for him to wake up?"
Fu Qian wiped his knife and put it away, indicating that he understood. Then he asked with a cheerful smile.
As an enthusiastic volunteer who'd contributed to the team all the way here, he seemed to have every right to ask.
But Amira and Reginald reacted in exactly the same way: they sized Fu Qian up, especially the hand he'd just wiped clean, and said nothing for a moment.
"How are you feeling?"
After watching him for nearly ten seconds, Amira finally spoke.
"Great."
Fu Qian's smile didn't fade as he repeated his earlier answer.
"We should do it now."
Amira fell silent for a moment, seeming to reach a decision. Then she turned to Reginald.
"Are you sure?"
He didn't look entirely convinced.
"I am. He's taken enough risks already. You saw the result, didn't you?"
Amira spoke firmly, pointing at Fu Qian without hesitation.
"Actually, he could take more."
Reginald wasn't so easily persuaded.
"We have no right to do that!"
"But we can make sure he doesn't suffer irreversible harm."
"Can you guarantee that one hundred percent?"
"Anke, what do you think?"
Reginald said nothing. A moment later, he turned to Fu Qian and asked with a faint smile.
This was already the fourth