Within the first hour after boarding the Giant Rock Battleship, Mu Fan entered the medical room. Lu Qingyu did not dare say a single extra word, carefully observing her surroundings.
At first glance, the interior style of this battleship could be summed up in just two words—rugged and crude.
Endless stretches of black metal, heavy designs with sharp edges everywhere; even the thickness of a corridor hatch was half a palm deep!
This was a battleship built entirely from piled-up metal.
But when she calmed down and examined it closely, the craftsmanship of its internal details left her utterly shaken. The seemingly cumbersome metal platforms felt as smooth as mirrors beneath her fingertips, their delicate finish astonishing.
Metal products... there were almost no visible welding seams.
Take even the most basic steel chair. Sitting in one, she could actually feel how comfortably it conformed to the human body.
Such details were often impossible to spot at a glance.
"What are you looking at?" A voice came from behind her. Startled, Lu Qingyu hurriedly pulled back her hand. Mu Fan, bare-chested, was walking toward her, followed by two robots.
Lu Qingyu had instinctively wanted to turn away, but the scars covering his body made her forget to avert her gaze.
Mu Fan casually sat in a broad, heavy chair. The two robots behind him secured his arms on either side and began the third round of laser-assisted treatment.
Under the light, the wounds on Mu Fan's arms, where the bleeding had stopped, slowly sealed like zippers being drawn shut. Faint smoke rose from them, making Lu Qingyu's heart skip a beat.
This... had to hurt terribly, right?
Yet Mu Fan's expressionless face only made her more afraid.
Without realizing it, the shy student image she had formed when first meeting Mu