Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

(Congratulations to the newly promoted Alliance Hierarch "Humanoid Monster," here is the first chapter in advance.)

"Three hours... I can only perform preliminary treatment now, to rapidly restore nerve function I need to reopen the sutured surface and redo the wound treatment, it's going to be very painful!"

Bai Guyue looked at the crooked stitches, her focused attitude causing her to frown involuntarily.

"Who stitched this wound? It's a complete mess."

Mu Fan grinned, revealing a slightly pale smile, "I did it myself; otherwise, I might have died on the way here."

Hearing Mu Fan utter the word "die" so casually sent a shock of surprise through Bai Guyue's eyes.

"You cleaned and sutured the wound yourself?!"

Mu Fan lowered his eyelids, nodded slightly, and murmured affirmatively.

"Three hours, okay! ... I'll treat the wound for you again, you must endure it! Then I'll perform assisted bioelectric current stimulation for cell repair, which will cause immense pain and rapidly deplete your energy. Afterwards, you need to replenish a large amount of energy and apply medicine continuously for a week."

This was the last line for her as a medical professional when her close friend suffered severe injuries!

No matter how important the task, nothing is more important than life.

Bai Guyue became exceptionally stubborn at this moment.

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Mu Fan nodded: "I have both the special medicine and the energy supplies. Please, no more than three hours."

"Alright, I will open up the stitching surface again and redo the treatment, and I'll start by administering local anesthesia," Bai Guyue said, putting on a mask and disposable gloves, preparing to retrieve a syringe.

That's when Mu Fan's voice suddenly rose:

"Don't use anesthesia; I need... clarity of mind."

Looking at his horrific wound and feeling a slight dizziness emanating from deep within his body, Mu Fan spoke with utter resolve!

The surgery was ultimately performed without anesthesia, under Mu Fan's insistent determination.

Bai Guyue thus performed the surgery a second time.

Mu Fan lay on the operating table, feeling the cold and sharp blade cut into his wound again, which Bai Guyue then carefully cleaned, followed by steps to reduce inflammation, fight infection, and stop bleeding.

Soon after, the young girl took out a dense array of needle-like stimulators.

Each silver-tipped needle was connected to long, thin wires.

"Endure it for a bit; we're about to commence rapid restoration of nerve function," beads of sweat also formed on Bai Guyue's forehead.

A shallow breath escaped her, and then her hands quickly positioned the needles into Mu Fan's body.

Each insertion was accompanied by an influx of electric current, and then a wave of pain hit before she withdrew and reinserted a second needle.

Mu Fan's body jerked slightly but then became as unmoving as steel.

Continuous needle pricks for five minutes.

Cold sweat broke out on both Bai Guyue and Mu Fan's foreheads.

After ten minutes, when the suturing needle was removed, Bai Guyue looked at her peer who had not made a sound throughout, with a look of disbelief.

This level of pain was enough to cause fainting, yet he...

He bore it without anesthesia, and it was the second time!

In her medical career, Bai Guyue, following her grandfather, had been to many places, but she had never seen someone with such willpower!

What exactly was the firm belief in his eyes for?

The girl forcefully suppressed these questions in her heart.

Then Mu Fan saw the exquisitely sutured line on his wound, moved his lips, and uttered three words: "Thank you."

Because by then, he could already feel the control of three more fingers gradually returning.

The biological cabin treatment that followed gave Mu Fan over two hours of intense stimulation.

Under the assistive electric current stimulation, the cell repair liquid boiled like hot water, each surge washing out large amounts of blood from the wound.

Mu Fan's physical energy rapidly depleted, but astonishing changes began to occur inside the wound.

His uniquely strong physical recovery ability, coupled with Bai Guyue's excellent medical skills, finally allowed Mu Fan's wound to heal far beyond Bai Guyue's expectations.

Time was up, and Mu Fan stood up, putting back on the pale gray medical uniform.

Although Mu Fan looked weaker, the spirit and resolve in his eyebrows were even more intense.

This burgeoning vitality made Bai Guyue's eyebrows nearly knit together.

Mu Fan's body completely overturned her previous experience in treatment!

"Mu Fan, the effects of these last two-plus hours of cell repair... have actually reached the state of seven hours! Your body, and your will, are terrifying," Bai Guyue spoke with an unmistakable shock and admiration in her voice.

"Time is pressing, and I have things to do, so I must leave first. Thank you!"

"Good friends don't need to be polite. Do you need any more help from me? I will not refuse if I can help," Bai Guyue said seriously. Although she could tell that Mu Fan's wound was no ordinary one, she didn't ask why.

In her simple world, there were only those who were good to her and those who were not.

As for right and wrong, her grandfather had never intentionally taught her about them.

"Thank you, but no need. I will pay a visit to thank you after a few days! Goodbye." Remembering what he had to do next, Mu Fan spoke seriously, preparing to take his leave.

"Be careful… and remember that the special medicine still needs to be applied for at least three more days. If you need anything, just call me," Bai Guyue said, no longer insisting, although speaking nervously and stuttering a bit towards the end.

"Mhm." Mu Fan showed a sincere smile on his face and then turned to leave.

Beneath his sleeve, his left hand was clenched into a fist.

Second step, exceeded expectations!

...

When Mu Fan's figure had disappeared down the long plant corridor, an elderly man with white hair and beard appeared from behind and slowly walked up to Bai Guyue.

It was none other than the First Pharmacist, revered by all as "Master Bai"—Bai Yiduo!

Watching the direction in which Mu Fan had left, his eyes keen as an eagle's.

In his hand, a clump of white mist sometimes expanded, sometimes contracted, as if it were alive, jumping about in his palm.

"Grandfather, you're awake," Bai Guyue exclaimed, clearly startled, having been completely unaware of her grandfather's presence.

She was very afraid of her grandfather, especially upon seeing the clump of white mist in his palm; she forcibly suppressed the fear inside her, instinctively lowering her head.

That was her grandfather's most terrifying weapon; just standing nearby made her heart jump to her throat every time.

A mixed toxin that could nearly annihilate all life forms… being casually manipulated in her grandfather's hand.

When would she ever reach this level?

"Yes, the surgery you just performed was very well done."

Master Bai didn't turn to face his granddaughter but continued to look in the direction where Mu Fan had gone. Though his tone was commanding, the slight praise was discernible.

This brought a joyful expression to the girl's face, as praises from her grandfather were rare.

"However, there have still been no advancements with the Sixth Stage Reagent! Go back and sleep now. Continue tomorrow," Master Bai suddenly turned stern again.

This made Bai Guyue's face turn slightly bitter, but she obediently murmured an acknowledgment, pressed the electronic button for automatic cleaning, and disappeared from the room.

Meanwhile, Bai Yiduo still stood there, and only after several minutes did a deep sigh resonate in the room, reminiscent of reminiscing:

"Such a familiar feeling… this murderous and hateful intent, vaguely reminds me of... my younger self."

He lifted his hand, watching the animated white mist in his palm, which finally solidified into a crystal-like object. Clenching his hand, he turned and left.

Silence returned to the room.

Outside the courtyard, the ghost-like floating car came again.

Mu Fan sat down inside, feeling the hunger of his body's cells and the itching pain on his shoulder. Though his movement was still hindered, it was already a sign of his body beginning to recover!

Inside the dimly lit vehicle, the faint flame in the young man's eyes began to brighten and intensify.

When he spoke again, his voice was low but forceful.

"Black."

"Present."

"First, take me back to Ding Chuan, return this car to its original place, and erase all traces of the journey."

"Second, contact the Nautilus warehouse's autopilot robot to wait at the school gate."

"And then, join me in the battle to come."

Mu Fan looked down at his clenched fists, veins bulging.

Conspiracy, open scheming…

This time, I've accepted them all.

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PS: Gratitude for gifts will appear in a standalone chapter.

Recommend a book, yes, a work by a scholarly cute beauty called "Nuclear Blood Mecha Heart," also a sci-fi mecha work, her broad knowledge puts me to shame.

By the way, after promoting her this time, she owes me two inflatable dolls. Please help me to claim them back!

With two dolls, I can boast for a long time, thank you all…