Yanhuang Military Region, Northern Frontier War Zone, First Highest-Authority Medical Center.
This was the foremost life sciences research and medical institution in the entire Northern Frontier, even in all of Great Xia.
Those sent here were either high-ranking officers of general rank or nation-defending powerhouses who had rendered immortal service to the country.
At this moment, deep within the medical center, inside a special intensive care room completely encased in white alloy walls and engraved with countless energy circuits.
Li Zhengyang lay quietly inside a silver-white life-support pod.
He was completely naked, his body covered in tubes of various colors connected to dozens of humming precision instruments around him.
Inside the pod, pale green, highly concentrated life-nourishing fluid slowly and continuously seeped into his charred body.
Outside the intensive care room, separated by a thick one-way observation window.
Han Tieshan paced back and forth anxiously, his weathered face filled with worry.
Beside him, Lei Qianjue stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm as his gaze passed through the observation window and fell upon Li Zhengyang in the life-support pod.
A trace of scrutiny lingered in his deep eyes.
"How is he, Thunder Venerable?"
Han Tieshan finally could not hold back any longer. He stopped pacing and asked in a hoarse voice.
It had been a full twenty-four hours since Li Zhengyang had been brought back by Lei Qianjue.
Over those twenty-four hours, the medical center's finest team of experts had used every available piece of equipment to examine Li Zhengyang again and again.
Yet the conclusion they reached left everyone helpless.
An elderly man with graying hair approached the two of them, holding a thick report as he shook his head.
"Commander Han, Thunder Venerable."
The elder was Professor Wang Zongren, director of this medical center and