The Galactic Federation of Andromeda

"We're members of the Anna, Third Fleet Twelfth Group of the Galactic Federation! We request humanitarian aid!" The leading man clutched his abdomen in pain and shouted at the security personnel.

Suppressing their curiosity, the security personnel rushed over to the injured crewmen and had the medical staff behind them receive the wounded.

Some were too severely injured to be moved and could only receive treatment on the spot; otherwise, they would never make it to the medical bay. Of them all, the leader—Captain Ampade—was the most seriously wounded.

After laying Ampade flat on the floor, a medic quickly injected him with nanobots to stabilize his condition and began scanning his body.

"His structure is exactly the same as ours! No, they should be humans too, just with some minor differences in detail."

"That makes things easy. Having the same structure as us greatly reduces the difficulty of treatment." The medic sounded pleased as he inserted a probe into Ampade's wound.

Before long, fragments wrapped in a swarm of nanobots were drawn out by the probe and tossed onto the floor nearby.

After sealing the wound with surgical adhesive, the medic patted Ampade on the shoulder and said with a smile, "All right, you can get up now."

"That's it?" Ampade asked in surprise. He knew exactly how serious his injuries were. Under normal circumstances, even with the best treatment, he would need at least a week to recover. Yet such severe injuries had been healed in less than fifteen minutes?

"The nanobots have repaired the hidden injuries inside your body and temporarily severed the pain nerves around the wounded areas. You could do a hundred push-ups right now without any problem." The medic nodded slightly before moving on to a crewman with lighter injuries.

Ampade rose to his feet