Chapter 320: Chapter 320

320: Chapter 100: Testing 320: Chapter 100: Testing The girl’s internal organs were severely damaged, so most of them needed to be replaced.

The most serious damage was in the organs in her chest.

The high-intensity acceleration and deceleration not only broke the girl’s ribs but also squashed her organs into a mess.

Meanwhile, before receiving basic treatment, she had also experienced a considerable degree of oxygen deprivation, and her nervous system had suffered slight damage, which needed further diagnosis to determine specifically.

If the girl had been a Homo sapiens, then any one of these injuries would have claimed her life.

Luckily, she was a Benchmark Man.

Apart from these, Doctor Hu also recommended replacing the girl’s broken ribs with artificial materials.

The survival ability of Benchmark Man was higher than that of Homo sapiens, but their rate of bone growth and healing was lower.

Gluing the shattered ribs back together would be too cost-ineffective.

Doctor Hu mentioned that although he did a bit of charity work, he also had to consider work efficiency.

Xiang Shan nodded, approving of this diagnosis.

Although his medical knowledge was limited, he generally understood the logic of clinical fields.

He was not yet able to independently make the most appropriate diagnosis and treatment for such a severely injured person, but he was capable of assessing whether a treatment plan followed such logic.

There was nothing inappropriate about the judgment made by this Scientific Knight.

Among these, the most likely pitfall was that this Scientific Knight, after increasing the girl’s transformation rate, might implant some surveillance devices.

But those devices could be removed and countered after leaving the clinic.

It didn’t sound like a trap.

“Additionally, for patients with brain damage caused by hypoxia, I would recommend using a developing composite therapy, primarily using a variety of drugs based on the Restoring Enzyme,” said Doctor Hu.

“What if we don’t?” Xiang Shan countered, “Would you refuse treatment?”

But in that case, we will charge a certain amount of Virtual Coin as a fee.

If you’re a Martial Artist, you can also pay off the debt by accepting employment,” Doctor Hu said, “In such cases, we decide the price.”

——Ah, there’s no price bureau around here…

Xiang Shan felt a sincere disgust.

Because of the existence of Yawill law, most complex organic substances could be simply produced by bacteria at a very low cost.

The real cost here was in “research.” But the sole responsibility of the Scientific Knight Order was research, all of their resources were provided by the “Church” and the simplistic yet huge organization “Protector.” That was their duty.

Xiang Shan, keeping his patience, said, “Can you give me some information?

I’d like to see the details of this new therapy before making a decision.”

If he hadn’t needed something from them, he might have resorted to violence.

“Sure, totally voluntary,” Doctor Hu shrugged and then sent over a file.

Xiang Shan activated “Uncleaned House,” verifying that it was safe and contained no backdoors or traps, then opened it.

Doctor Hu then pointed to the girl on the surgery table behind him, “So, I will proceed with treating the other injuries.

Take your time with the document?”

Xiang Shan nodded and quickly skimmed through the document.

As a technology enthusiast, Xiang Shan’s first instinct upon hearing about new technology was to think “this is good.” He cursed himself silently, then re-evaluated.

Contrary to expectation, the document didn’t seem too risky.

Wang Yi Emery was a Scientific Knight in the field of medicine.

As of today, “medicine” had narrowed down to “Cybernetic Transformation” and “Neuromedicine” as two major fields.

Most diseases could be managed through Cybernetic Transformation.

Among the few diseases that Cybernetic Transformation couldn’t handle, a large portion could be cured by Gene Therapy.

Wang Yi Emery’s research was focused on neuromedicine, specifically the repair of neural damage.

The core of Wang Yi Emery’s group was researching Gene Therapy using Reverse Transcriptase Virus to repair damage.

He hoped to overcome the problem of memory loss caused by Restoring Enzyme in repairing neural damage, and even provide the nervous system with a strong self-healing ability.

The project that Doctor Hu was a part of was researching the use of a combination of active substances to achieve similar results.

The two directions of Wang Yi Emery were complementary.

Achievements from the Gene Therapy project could provide direction for the Active Substance project, and vice versa.

The achievements of the Active Substance project could also inspire the Gene Therapy project.

And at least based on this document, the new therapy that Doctor Hu mentioned seemed quite humane.

After all, using Restoring Enzyme for slight damage was too costly and the risks uncontrollable—since the girl wasn’t an Internal martial artist, she didn’t know how to guide the restructuring of her nervous system.

Restoring Enzyme might cause uncontrollable changes in temperament and personality.

This therapy was designed to overcome this issue.

Of course, Xiang Shan felt that the real target audience for the series of therapies developed by Wang Yi Emery should be those government Internal experts who suffered severe brain trauma and greatly impaired cognitive abilities.

The severe brain damage made their thoughts disjointed.

Using Restoring Enzyme in such conditions could easily result in the complete failure of their Inner Strength.

But at least it seemed reliable.

Xiang Shan didn’t just look at the surface.

He silently hacked into the hospital’s system, carefully sensing.

However, what puzzled him was that there seemed to be “something” running on the servers in the hospital. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelꞁire.net

Perhaps it was a hazy judgment brought by experience, but Xiang Shan always felt that the program running was a “honey pot” trap.

If he tampered with that thing, it would bring a frightening retaliation.

——That student of King Aqini is also in this Delacruz City, better be careful…

With that thought, Xiang Shan bypassed those processes, being even more cautious as he jumped between various cameras.

He wanted to see if the hospital was doing any inhumane activities behind the scenes.

The outcome was good.

At least in the places with cameras, he didn’t see the knight apprentices dissecting living people.

Nor did he see anyone being tortured for fun.

These “volunteers,” although appearing weary, seemed slightly healthier than the commoners outside, thanks to the compound nutrient solution.

Xiang Shan retracted his attention and glanced over at Doctor Hu.

Doctor Hu’s consciousness was connected to a surgical instrument, with numerous mechanical arms equipped with various models of scalpels, hemostats, and needles rapidly moving over a girl’s body.

Several incisions had been made on the girl’s body, and the mechanical arms were operating inside her, constantly removing broken bones and necrotic tissues.

Doctor Hu looked relaxed, as if for him, this was just a minor surgery.

—Was I overthinking it?

At this moment, if he hacked into Doctor Hu’s prosthetic body, he might be able to find more information.

However, Doctor Hu was a neuroscientist knight, skilled in internal strength.

Xiang Shan might overpower Doctor Hu’s inner strength, but he might not be able to steal information without Doctor Hu noticing.

Yet, among the myriads of knights, it wasn’t impossible for one or two to still possess some humanity.

—Perhaps I should trust this person?

—I could even consider making him an ally for the Hero?

Xiang Shan shook his head, shifting his thoughts to the local online community.

He searched around and found no evidence of wrongdoing at “null Hall”—there were negative reviews, though.

Many commoners suspected these knight lords of abducting people for experiments.

However, Xiang Shan could tell that these allegations were absurd.

Xiang Shan nudged Borshu with his elbow: “Hey, what do you think?”

Borshu silently watched the girl on the operating table, his expression surprisingly calm: “I don’t know.

I think you can make the decision.”

Xiang Shan thought it over.

He realized that he truly couldn’t offer a similar therapy—not even a slightly less effective one.

After all, Wang Yi Emery was a scientific knight dedicated to expanding the frontiers of human knowledge.

There might be some well-established therapies in Tao Enhai’s memory, but none that would be an advantage over this one—moreover, Xiang Shan might not be able to employ those therapies.

Xiang Shan stated, “We agree to accept this therapy.

Do you need any paperwork?”

“I’ve already recorded what you just said,” Doctor Hu replied.

Xiang Shan was startled, then puzzled, “My voice is made by a voice synthesizer, and I used a public voice pack too…”

—Could that not be easily forged?

Doctor Hu pondered for a moment, then said, “The phenomenon you’re worried about isn’t nonexistent.

However, ‘forging consent to coerce someone into human experimentation’ is considered a violation of the Dyson principles, and if discovered, protection would be revoked.

The benefits are too minor, and the risks too great, so knights generally wouldn’t do it.”

Xiang Shan sighed softly.

Putting aside how unreliable this “certification” was and how difficult it would be to investigate and gather evidence afterward, just the word “generally” in Doctor Hu’s tone sounded very…very…

Xiang Shan felt a blockage in his heart.

But Doctor Hu seemed quite pleased.

Xiang Shan even wondered if he was indulging in the thought that he had “tricked another one.”

The man even began to sing.

“Get over now, Get over pain, Get over mind, Jump up Geed…I’m Ready to Decide Here we go…For Me to Be Myself…Who Will Not Let the Smile Fade…”

For no apparent reason, Xiang Shan suddenly raised his hand to his face.

Subconsciously, he thought he might cry.

The ostensibly upbeat lyrics made Xiang Shan feel…what he was feeling…

—What is this emotion?

Xiang Shan felt phantom pain in his chest.

A feeling of loneliness overwhelmed him.