Critically Ill Patients, Increased Treatment (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Angron gradually woke up, his mind feeling blank, a clarity he'd never experienced before.

Though his head still felt heavy, it didn't matter; it was always heavy.

"You're awake? How do you feel?"

Hearing Leman Russ's words, Angron nodded dully and said, "Thank you."

Leman Russ's eyes immediately widened, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Angron said thank you?! He said thank you?!

"Emperor above, Angron said thank you!" Leman Russ trembled, looking up to the Emperor in prayer.

Angron: "..."

However, Angron still felt pain with every thought and every word, though it was much better than before.

After all, he'd gotten used to the pain.

"You're thanking the wrong person. Francis saved you. He almost died here, he really treated you well," Leman Russ shook his head, confused.

Upon hearing this, Angron's head throbbed again, as if all emotions besides anger still caused him pain.

Angron clutched his head, speaking with some pain, "Who is Francis?"

"Are you alright?" Leman Russ frowned.

"Who is Francis, tell me quickly," Angron roared, holding his head.

"He's your brother, the Eleventh Primarch."

Hearing Leman Russ's answer, Angron fell into confusion again. "Why did he save me? Where is he?"

"How should I know? He's in the next room, go thank him..."

Before Leman Russ could finish, Angron immediately ran out. Leman Russ wanted to follow, but he was also badly injured, though no one was paying him any mind.

As Angron reached the doorway, he heard voices from inside.

"Does anyone know how to administer nutrient paste to a Primarch? I can't see any veins."

"We don't know either! How about through the backside? I heard absorption is faster."

"Why not just pour it down his throat!"

"Ew! You have a point!"

Pushing the door open, Angron saw a group of Soul Drinkers fumbling over Francis.

Angron: "..."

At the same time, they sensed someone entering and immediately turned, looking at Angron with hostility.

Salpador, in particular, had his staff glowing, and his flesh was already mutating again, showing he was preparing with all his might.

Just as the two sides were at a standoff, Francis woke up.

Because he felt that if he didn't wake up soon, his purity would be compromised.

"You all can step aside, I'm fine. Prepare more food for me, I need to talk with him."

Hearing this, Salpador said with concern, "But!"

"You can stay outside. We're not closing the door, you can rush in anytime."

"I trust you."

Since the Primarch had spoken, they obediently left.

"They care about you a lot," Angron suddenly said.

Francis hadn't expected this outcome. He had only intended to absorb a little.

But he hadn't expected that, being unfamiliar with it the first time, he'd absorbed it all at once.

It hurt so much, he almost sent himself away!

"I know what you want to say. That's right, I used your ability to absorb the anger and bloodlust you've accumulated over this period."

"Although the process was extremely painful, there was no other way! Who told you to be my twelfth brother, sigh~"

Francis looked at him kindly.

Angron's head began to ache again. He covered his head and said, "I wanted to ask if you could absorb it for me again."

Francis's eyes widened, looking at him with the same disbelief.

He had never seen such a shameless person!

"You! How can you be so audacious! I've gone through all this, and you still want more!" Francis pointed at Angron, wanting to stab him to death!

"I can't help it, I really can't help it," Angron covered his head, the Butcher's Nails writhing again.

Francis: "..."

Soon, the Soul Drinkers prepared a large amount of food, and Francis began to devour it like a madman.

In a short while, he had consumed the food of an entire company.

"I'm full, so I have the energy to work," Francis said. "Little Twelve, lie down on the bed. I'll give you a check-up."

"It's useless! The Emperor himself opened up my brain, and he couldn't fix it!" Angron's voice grew more agitated, and his eyes began to turn red.

"It's not a cure, just to make you more comfortable. Don't worry, it'll be fine soon!"

Francis pushed Angron onto the bed and then put on biological armor covered in Navigator eyes.

As all the eyes lit up, Angron felt as if his entire body was being seen through.

And in Francis's eyes, he indeed saw something different. Angron's body seemed to be connected to the Warp, his physical form more like an anchor in the material world.

"Originally, I was thinking. I'd kill you, and then have the Emperor revive you. Wouldn't that solve the Butcher's Nails?"

"But, it seems now. That probably won't work. Once you leave this body, who knows what you'll become."

Francis observed Angron greedily, as if he were looking at a beautiful woman with a hot body.

Angron: "..."

Although Angron had lost all emotions except for rage, he now felt an extreme coldness. He didn't know if this was good news or bad news.

Even the anger that had been building up again had calmed considerably.

"But it doesn't matter. Now that I'm wearing this Hundred Eyes Armor, I've become much more familiar with your body's structure."

"I actually have a few viable options now. Do you want to hear them?"

Angron looked at himself, tied up tightly, and asked, "Do I have a choice?"

"Of course! You can choose a plan."

"Because your brain and spinal cord have been eroded by the Butcher's Nails, so..."

"We can try the mutation route. I'll use your spinal fluid to cultivate a new spine and brain, then implant it next to the original spine. The two will fuse together. This way, you'll have two spines and two brains."

"Then you'll have to practice transferring your consciousness from the old brain to the new one."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the new brain, and if you want to fight, you can go to the old brain. How about that?"

"And if it matures, we can try to remove the old brain and spine while you're conscious! Then you'll be completely normal!"

The thought of this plan, so perfect, made Francis unable to resist stroking his chin.

When Angron heard this, he felt like the Butcher's Nails on his head weren't hurting so much anymore.

"Wh-what about the second plan?"

Hearing Angron's question, Francis sighed. "I knew you wouldn't dare to do that. The second plan is conservative treatment; it can't completely cure it."

"Then I'll listen to the conservative treatment!" Angron quickly replied.

Francis shrugged. "The second plan is to install an antenna on your head and twist your perception again, just like the Butcher's Nails."

"It only makes you feel emotions of rage and bloodlust. We can consider twisting other emotions into rage and bloodlust."

"This way, at least you won't be thinking about killing all day. You can have a change of pace occasionally."

"However, you'll need to take our growth serum long-term to ensure your body doesn't collapse, as the Butcher's Nails have already penetrated too deeply."

Before Francis could even ask Angron, he heard the latter roar, "Two! Two! I choose two!"

"Alright! Then let's prepare."

"Prepare? Prepare for what?" Angron was confused.

Then he saw Francis drink a bottle of red liquid, and a huge eye grew on his forehead.

Angron: ??!

"Calm down, this is my improved Navigator gene, specifically for doing this delicate work." Francis pressed a red button on his chest.

The armor shifted entirely to his head, all the eyes lining up, like a giant telescope with multiple sections.

Angron was utterly bewildered, just like everyone else who encountered Francis. He was completely lost.

"Don't be so surprised, this is gene technology!"