"The Resonance level has dropped to a controllable range. If no abnormal fluctuations occur again within twenty-four hours, the surgery can be performed tomorrow." A doctor from the Pollution Department compared the President's infection levels as he spoke.
A soul surgery was certainly not something that could be done at the drop of a hat. It required extensive preparation.
Ordinary Psionicists simply could not afford such exorbitant medical fees. Therefore, if most Psionicists suffered contamination, they could only use suppressant drugs to ensure they were affected as little as possible.
However, this was more a case of treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, not much different from a slow death.
But as one of the Psionicists holding the highest authority in the Stars Alliance, the President naturally did not need to worry about such a minor issue.
Instead, the doctors performing his soul surgery had to take into account the immense psionic power and powerful soul within him, lest they injure themselves during the operation.
"Alright, I understand." The President did not use his high status or great strength to argue with the other party.
They were the professionals, and they were doing this for his own good—eliminating every possible hidden danger and raising the surgery's success rate as high as possible.
This was surgery involving the soul. The words "no risk" were the greatest lie of all.
Naturally, the President would not refuse anything that could improve the odds of success.
After saying that, the doctor turned and left. The President picked up a book and lowered his head to read.
He had maintained the habit of reading ever since he entered the political world of the Stars Alliance. Even after becoming President, he had never abandoned it.
Whenever he had a moment of leisure, a book