Sean walked up to Watson and said in a low voice, "Very severe burns, covering his entire body. I don't think I could do much more than Mr. Brusk..." From the bed in the corner came Rice's moan again: "God... please forgive... me..."
Watson frowned and nodded. "This is truly regrettable."
Brusk said bluntly from the side, "So, can my patient rest now?"
After Frank, who had seen them out, returned to the clinic, Colonel Watson turned to Harper. "It seems I was overthinking it. Now we need to find another way to ensure that Engine 180 is completed on schedule."
"Actually, you can afford to be more optimistic," Harper said. "All the drawings and materials are intact, and Mr. Watt has already taken over the development work. You know, he is a master who has received the Supreme Louis Prize."
Although Watson held the French prize in contempt, the fact that Watt had earned recognition from an enemy nation was enough to prove his exceptional ability. His expression eased somewhat. "Please submit a report to the Navy Committee regarding the adjustments to the research and development.
"Now, let's go take a look at the Steam Engine Company."
Inside Brusk's clinic, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
At Brusk's signal, two assistants carefully lifted "Sander" from the hospital bed, placed him on a stretcher, and carried him outside. At the same time, someone pushed open the hidden compartment beneath the bed, and the real Sander crawled out from inside.
Brusk immediately began applying ointment to him, then carefully wrapped him in bandages.
Yes, the one Sean had examined just now was a London worker named Cruz. The previous week, a ruptured Boiling Water Pump at a Chemical factory had left him with severe burns over most of his