Overestimated them too much

For Xilin, Huoding had specifically arranged a single ward.

Not long after Xilin was sent to the ambulance room on the aircraft, fierce gunfire erupted below, accompanied by the roar of heavy weapons. It seemed that the Big Black Rat had gone mad.

Judging from the distribution of firepower based on the sounds, the black rats were no longer attacking in an organized manner. The confusion of their leader had severely affected their actions.

"Yo, looks like the decisive battle has begun."

A medical staff member who was treating Xilin's wounds said. Hearing from colleagues that the crisis was nearing its end, their tone had become more relaxed.

Medical support ships had arrived at the space station outside the planet, and some urgently needed medicines had also been delivered. Once things here were mostly settled, it was estimated that the remaining medical personnel on the ships would be sent over for assistance.

"Yeah, Commander Huo is confident of victory." A medic who delivered the medicine said. He glanced at Xilin lying on the bed and asked, "Are you a cadet too?"

Xilin nodded.

The medic gave a "thumbs up" gesture. "I heard from my comrades, you are all very good. However, it's a shame about the cadet named Hard."

"Hard? What happened to him?" Xilin was startled. Indeed, he hadn't heard any news about Hard until now.

"He's in the Serious Illness ICU. I heard he took a few claws saving his teammate, and then sustained more injuries in the subsequent battles. The Antibody Serum injection didn't work, and the Rat Poison has already infiltrated his internal organs. I heard he doesn't have much time left," the medic said regretfully. He was just a cadet, only a teenager, still a child to them. It was truly commendable that he bravely participated in this battle and did not abandon his comrades under such circumstances.

Xilin got up from the hospital bed and jumped down. "Which room is he in?"

"The third first aid room on the right, near the corner upstairs."

"Hey, your wounds haven't..."

"I won't die." Xilin ignored the medical personnel around him and walked upstairs.

Going upstairs, without even looking at the room numbers, Xilin saw several soldiers with bandages on their bodies standing at the door. They were likely members of Hard's team. One person was squatting against the wall, holding his head and crying hoarsely. It was Satchi.

Just then, the door of the ICU opened, and the Attending Physician walked out, rubbing his temples tiredly. "I'm very sorry, it's no use. None of the serums injected worked. He's very strong and has a deep Obsession. It's already remarkable that he's held on this long. You guys, go see him. He... can only hold on for another five minutes at most."

Satchi and several team members rushed in. They looked at Hard, whose body was already starting to blacken and fester. They wiped their eyes, took a deep breath, and walked to Hard's side.

Hard was wearing an Oxygen Mask, and it was clear that even breathing was difficult for him. His eyes were so swollen that their original contours were no longer visible. Through the slight gap in his eyelids, Hard could vaguely see the people next to him. Not only was his vision severely blurred now, but his hearing had also declined significantly. But he knew who these people were. Looking at the blurry figures, he knew who they were.

Hard couldn't make a sound. Xilin could only understand what Hard was saying by mouthing the words.

"I... don't... want... to... die..."

"It's okay, you won't die. Didn't you say you wanted to be a general? When that time comes, you'll look down on those Bastards who gossip with disdain!" Satchi's voice trembled as he almost shouted.

As tears rolled down the corners of Hard's eyes, they were tinged with blood, dripping onto the white Pillow. He knew very well what awaited him. Time was running out, but he really wanted to go Home one last time, even if it was just to communicate with his family. But the distance was too great, and by the time the Communication Signal was transferred, it would be too late.

Looking at the gaze in Hard's eyes, Xilin knew that even at this moment, Hard had no regrets. He didn't want to die, but he didn't regret it.

Dias once said: In the Army, on the Battlefield, generals are responsible for commanding, and soldiers are responsible for dying.

But soldiers have their glory, their beliefs. They regret nothing even if they die.

Raising his hand, Xilin placed his finger on Hard's hand, appearing to offer his comrade final encouragement. In reality, Xilin was analyzing the toxins within Hard's body, then synthesizing specific antibodies based on these toxins. He secreted the specific antibodies from his fingertip, allowing them to permeate beneath Hard's skin through his pores. They would then travel to various parts of Hard's body via blood circulation or other means...

Satchi, who had been struggling to discern Hard's intended meaning, suddenly saw Hard's eyes tightly shut and his lips stop moving. Tears immediately streamed down his face.

Xilin poked Satchi, who was immersed in grief and wiping away tears. "He's just asleep. Look at the heartbeat fluctuation displayed on the instrument."

Satchi: "..."

It... it really seems like he's asleep.

Five minutes later, the heartbeat fluctuation still existed.

Ten minutes later, it seemed to be getting stronger.

After confirming Hard's life was out of danger, Xilin patted Satchi's shoulder. "Go call the attending physician. I guess this kid Hard's vitality is too tenacious; even the God of Death won't take him."

"Oh." Satchi was still a bit dazed. He did as Xilin said and called the attending physician.

Watching the paramedics marvel and busy themselves, Xilin shook his head and left. However, Xilin didn't return to the ward. Instead, he went to the temporarily established analysis room, where some researchers were busy working. Some of them had escaped from the base earlier, while others had come later to provide support with the medical ship. But by now, they had only analyzed a dozen or so toxin antibodies. Many warriors who had been scratched by black rats and infected with rat poison were still waiting for unknown, detoxifying antibody serum.

Xilin sighed. He had truly overestimated them! He now felt the same disappointment Mo Heng felt towards the other researchers at the Seven Luminaries Mechanical Engineering Institute.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Get out quickly! This isn't a place for you warriors!"

"You're completely undisciplined and ungrateful! Don't hinder our work!"

Xilin ignored their chatter and walked straight to a Molecular Synthesis Analyzer. He grabbed the researcher sitting there by the collar and lifted him up. The researcher's eyebrows shot up, about to say something. Xilin didn't even look at him. He pulled out a portable pistol and aimed the muzzle at the researcher's mouth, which was about to speak.

As soon as Xilin drew his gun, the surroundings fell silent. A few people near the door ran out to call for soldiers.

Sitting down in front of the instrument, Xilin glanced at the buttons on the operation panel and then looked away. His eyes were fixed on the screen. He put the gun away, freeing his hand, and his fingers moved across the operation panel. His keystrokes were precise and accurate, as if he were very familiar with this instrument.

His hand speed increased, appearing incredibly skilled. Not only that, but the researchers in the room found that the instruments in front of them began to operate autonomously, with the analyzed data automatically transmitted to Xilin's instrument.

In such a short time, this guy had controlled all the instruments in the analysis room!

Several researchers began to accuse Xilin of messing around. But gradually, all the researchers in the analysis room fell silent.

On the screen of Xilin's instrument, molecular formulas were taking shape one by one. The data displayed next to the rotating molecules made it clear to everyone that they had no right to speak at this moment.

One, two, three... They had no idea how Xilin had done it, only seeing nearly a hundred antibody molecule diagrams displayed on the screen.

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