"Our Chapter's Apothecaries received training from the Tech-Priests. As for what exactly they were taught... I don't know."
Hope had no idea what Perturabo was angry about, so he could only honestly tell him everything.
Suppressing his fury, Perturabo opened a channel to Lin Fan. He had to get an explanation.
"What? You mean the surgery?" Lin Fan's voice came from the other end, though he sounded like he was swimming somewhere. Waves of splashing reached Perturabo's ears. "Hold on a moment, I need to clear out the warp beasts in this freezer. Bashar! Have the Contemptor Dreadnoughts fire at them! And why the hell are you keeping so many carnivorous fish?!"
There came the hiss of dissolving vapor and the roars of beasts. As Perturabo waited for Lin Fan to finish dealing with the warp beasts, he handed the spray can in his hand to Hope.
Perturabo dismantled an operating table and assembled it into a chair. Sitting down, he gestured for Hope to spray his scalp.
The icy sensation made Perturabo's patience unusually good. After listening to more than ten minutes of chaotic fighting, he finally heard Lin Fan's voice.
"Grind those warp beasts into powder and send it to Yvraine. I still owe the Wraithbone artisans repair fees. And stop using ice to cool your Contemptor Dreadnoughts! Go ask Yvraine for some stasis fields!"
After coughing lightly a few times, Lin Fan lowered his voice and spoke to Perturabo.
"Let me think about that surgery question you asked. The Imperium has lost plenty of technology over the years, and gene-seed surgery is one of them. Some of the larger Chapters may still have a few records preserved, but for a Chapter like the Lamenters, always teetering on the edge of annihilation, it's already impressive that their Apothecaries