nebula story

"Pay attention to your words." Fu Jiasheng said solemnly, "The military has its own reasons for doing things. Don't forget that your identity is first a soldier who obeys orders, and second is a compassionate doctor."

Suppressing the discomfort, the attending military doctor took the pumping equipment handed over by the nurse and began to work silently.

Staring at his perfect technique to help the patient puncture and drain the pleural effusion, Fu Jiasheng's brows, which had not been loosened, frowned even tighter.The fluid extracted last time was still clear and yellowish, but this time it was slightly turbid red, and the venous blood sample had been precipitated.

He wrote down the latest dosage on the diagnosis and treatment form, and handed it to the doctor beside him: "add corticotropic hormone, intravenous administration, immediately."...

Walking out of that secret room, Fu Jiasheng went straight to the office of the director of MI[-].

For reasons unknown to him, the patients who took over this time—or prisoners—still stayed in the MI[-] office building, and a special infirmary was set up for it.A variety of sophisticated medical equipment was urgently deployed, and he was also specially invited to be responsible for all diagnosis and treatment of this patient.

When he pushed away the supervisor's office, he saw two supervisors, one old and one young.

After a brief greeting to the old supervisor Qi Bo, he took off the mask around his ears, and unceremoniously did it himself, opened the bottled water on Yuan Bihai's table, and gulped it down.

"Don't ask me for this kind of thing next time." He looked at his old acquaintance quietly, "Yuan Bihai, I'm annoying you."

Yuan Bihai snorted heavily: "If you are capable, report to your superiors, why lose your temper with me!"

"Next time I know it's your military affairs, so even if I disobey the military orders, I will resist to the end." Fu Jiasheng turned his head, and a rare light anger appeared on the gentle scholar's face, "I have been treating diseases for more than ten years, and there are Corrupted by germs, wounded by artillery bullets—I haven’t healed ones that were broken alive.”

The old executive Qi Bo who had been quietly listening to their conversations finally said, "Xiao Fu, don't blame Bi Hai. You grew up together, you really don't know him?"

Facing the prestigious old supervisor, Fu Jiasheng took off his snow-white gloves and sneered: "I know a friend named Yuan Bihai, but I don't know a bastard named Yuan Bihai."

"What are you talking about!" Yuan Bihai finally narrowed his long and narrow Danfeng eyes, his expression equally gloomy, "Fu Jiasheng, let me tell you, don't..."

"Shut up, shut up." Qi Bo gave him a stern look, then looked at Fu Jiasheng, "Xiao Fu, tell me first, how is the patient's condition?"

"Of course not optimistic." Fu Jiasheng finally couldn't hold back his resentment towards the old supervisor who had worked with him for many years, "You know how many methods the military has used everywhere. That is a person, and he has the same features as you and me. Muscle and viscera, not steel and concrete."

Looking at Yuan Bihai's still indifferent and heartless face, he said coldly: "I know it's useless to say this. Then I'll just tell you what you want to hear. The patient has been injected with too many prohibited drugs. The content of all kinds of biological enzymes is abnormal, and some of them seriously exceed the standard."

After a pause, he continued: "As for the pathological changes of the organs, the most serious one is the damage of the chest and lung diaphragm, the lungs have hematoma, and the effusion has begun to suppurate. In addition, because the ribs were broken and injured, they were tortured again. There is no medical treatment, so the recovery will be very slow."

Listening in silence, the faces of the two new and old MI[-] directors on the opposite side were expressionless.

Dean Fu Jiasheng slowly took off his snow-white gloves, and looked at his hand that was accustomed to holding a scalpel: "Also, the patient's left little finger and ring finger suffered comminuted fractures... I looked at his fingers, except for muscle lacerations In addition, there are black burns." Staring at Yuan Bihai closely, his chest heaved a little, "What did you do to that child?"

"When the finger was executed, the electricity was turned on." Yuan Bihai looked at the plants in front of the desk and said simply.

There was a silence in the room, and an oppressive and gloomy atmosphere surrounded the surroundings.

Looking at him silently, Fu Jiasheng couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Given this situation, I can't guarantee that his fingers will return to normal. Although it should not affect daily life, it will grow into a relatively thick callus."

"...Does it affect fine movements?" Yuan Bihai asked in a low voice.

"Those two fingers don't know how to do fine movements, do they?" Fu Jiasheng asked coldly.

Without speaking, the two people on the opposite side closed their mouths at the same time, with strange expressions.

Chesu's files that he had just browsed in a hurry flashed through his mind, and Yuan Bihai's heart seemed to be filled with heavy lead.No.1 in the Mecha Skills Competition of the Royal Academy of Engineering, the exclusive mechanic of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire.

For such a smart and talented boy, no finger is really completely free when making those exquisite, quick and dexterous machine repair or manipulation actions.

……

The mind is dizzy, as if it weighs a thousand catties.His whole body felt like he was soaked in lava, and he felt hot for a while.

Somebody was constantly moving around on him, each time bringing all kinds of pain.The body's pain sense is still sensitive, and even a small needle will feel piercing...

Sometimes, it seems that I will fall asleep for a long time, but maybe that is just a moment.Sometimes I can't fall asleep at all, but I don't have the strength to open my eyes.

Chesu only felt that he had fallen into a very strange situation.

The trance and chaos that he had never experienced before firmly suppressed him, but he could feel clear pain, and he could clearly feel the hot blood flowing in his limbs.

But the eyes can't always be opened, and occasionally when I try my best to open the eyelids, the vision is always a bit blurred.

In the past nearly 20 years of his life, the feeling of running briskly and flexibly controlling his body's thinking has completely disappeared. It seems that he is no longer the master of this body.

"The patient's high fever doesn't go away...it's a bit bad." The voices of the people next to the ears fluctuated from far to near, as if they were whispering, but their tone was anxious.

People began to walk around him more and more frequently, and more medicine was sent into his body. He could even clearly feel the cold medicine liquid crawling up the back of his hand like a small snake, and then Drilled into the arms, and finally flowed to the heart, bringing an incomparably cool feeling.

He must be dying...

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling a little vaguely clear in his heart.

It didn't take long for my body to feel hot, and then my whole body began to feel cold.Opening his mouth with difficulty, he inhaled lightly.He still doesn't want to die... Even if it hurts so much, he still doesn't want to die.

I saw some people in a trance in front of my eyes, the faces were either familiar or unfamiliar.Those who are familiar are the relatives and friends of the empire, and those who are unfamiliar...ah, those federal people.

No, no, he doesn't want to see these federal people who treat him badly before he dies.With all his might, he began to recall those familiar faces in his mind.

Master Andy's playful smile was so clear, he stuffed the bacon and vegetable roll into his mouth half annoyed and half threatening; Aunt Shanli has become fatter and fatter these years, but her doting smile is still so pervasive; Huo Master Er frowned when he saw him, but since he was a child, he had actually punished him only once...

The gentle senior Lance was so close to him, he raised the fork with the chiffon cake with a smile, and brought it to his mouth.And who is that handsome and arrogant young man next to him?With a questioning indifference on his face, he frowned and looked at himself, his eyes full of fierce fighting spirit.Ah, it's Captain Fanzhong...

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his heart, he looked at the handsome and striking noble young man, unable to speak.

"You live for me." That face was full of arrogance and disdain, and the noble youth raised Fang Zheng's sharp chin, "I saved you, not to see you lying here dying! Soldiers of the empire, no So easy to give up!"

Opening his mouth, Chesu stared at him blankly, feeling a little dazed in his mind.

"Chesu, Chesu don't die." Fan Zhong's face suddenly changed, and another sunny and free face appeared there. The eyes of the best flying battalion commander in the Federation were full of pain and self-blame, "You insist Come down... I'm still waiting for the day when you fly to the sky again and drive the mech to defeat me!"

Looking at him, Chesu wanted to reach out and touch his messy brown hair.The sadness in the man's eyes was so painful that his heart also ached.

Don't do this, it's not your fault... He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was still too hoarse to make a sound.

But before he stretched out his hand, Nan Zhuo's face had faded away, replaced by another man who was very familiar with him.

Staring at him coldly, the man was filled with the natural majesty and arrogance of the royal family: "As I said, your life is mine, and you are going to forget it so soon!?"

... Fern, Your Highness Fern!

For some reason, looking at his aloof face, Chesu suddenly wanted to laugh.Stupid, always put on a face that wants to order everything like this.In fact, it's just a stern look at the inside.

Look, he's dying in this strange foreign country, and Fern is a fool who thinks he can stop anything with his orders.

Just about to give him a middle finger quietly, but the scene in front of him suddenly darkened, Fern's body retreated far away, and sat on the two-person mecha.

"Nebula One".

It has a charming metallic luster, so majestic, so majestic.

Staring at him from a distance, Fern's icy blue eyes were full of gentle sadness: "Chesu, survive. As long as you survive, I swear, I will use all the power of the empire to rescue you... I swear !"

Feeling a little sore all of a sudden, Chesu looked at him quietly.

sorry Sorry.

It's not that I don't want to go back, but I really can't—they tied me up like this and hurt my hands.I don't know if my hands are all broken, and if they had only one shackle on me, I'm afraid I'd never be able to open it again.

Something slipped from the corner of the eye, blurring his vision.

"Xiao Su, Xiao Su..." In the ear, the familiar voice was trembling, eager and hoarse, almost like going crazy, "Xiao Su, wake up!"

Forcing his eyes, Chesu looked at the man in front of him in a daze.

Hallucinations are a hell of a thing.The man in front of him clearly had the face and eyes of his father, but the iconic stubble on his face was gone, and he changed into a military uniform, making him look younger than his father.

……uniform?Confederate uniforms!

Even if he is going to die, don't let such an outrageous scene appear, right?

A bitter smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes again in a daze, his dark pupils wanted to fall into boundless darkness again.

"Xiao Su, don't sleep! Open your eyes and look at me!..." Finally couldn't help stretching out his hand, Che'an supported his son's shoulder on the hospital bed, and shook vigorously: "It's dad!"

The young man who had been looking dull and lifeless on the hospital bed suddenly let out a hoarse and wailing cry of extreme pain.Trembling violently, a layer of cold sweat quickly gathered on his forehead.

Opening his eyes, he bit his lip tremblingly, and was finally forced to look at the middle-aged man in front of him.There is no focus in the big black eyes.

Shocked by his reaction, Che'an suddenly stopped shaking.

"You're crazy! Who allowed you to move his body!" Running forward angrily, an attending doctor yelled impatiently, "The effect of the pain sensitizer on his body hasn't been wiped off, you shake him like this , all the wounds on his body will be in severe pain, what's the difference with Shang Xing!"

Letting go of his hand suddenly, Che'an clenched his teeth tightly.

Quickly supporting Chesu, the doctor gently laid him flat on the hospital bed, observing his reaction.

"How are you?" the doctor asked dutifully.

As if not hearing his words, Chesu half-closed her long eyelashes, following the man beside the hospital bed with puzzled eyes.Under the excruciating pain, he understood a little bit, his sanity was clearer than before.

Noticing that Chesu's eyes gradually changed from absent-minded to clear, Che'an couldn't restrain the great grief in his heart.

Looking at his son who grew up under his careful care and had never suffered any real grievances, Che'an, an excellent federal spy who has always been persevering and calm, and never calmed down when Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes, there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes...

Stretching out his right hand slowly, Chesu stretched out his hand towards his father with some difficulty.On the side of the slender and pale palm, two fingers were wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze.

"Father...Father. I feel so bad..." Just like in Hall Manor of the Empire, the well-behaved and sensible young man raised his mouth slightly in front of outsiders, and touched his father's face with his hands as if acting coquettishly. .

It's not asking for help, it's just simply finding the closest relatives, so you can vomit your grievances.

Finally, he let out a sob that couldn't be more painful. Like he had done many times in the empire, the strong and persistent man stretched out his hand to Chesu, and gently held his son's palm. disabled finger.

"Xiao Su, you are safe... I will take you away when you are well."

Nebula Story 8 "Mystery of Life Experience"

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Overnight, a confidential file from the Federal Intelligence Service completely reversed Chesu's fate.

Since the war between the Federation and the Empire, no matter how much suffering and torture he has endured, for a promise to go home, he has survived—

But now, the secret of his life experience revealed by this file has overturned all his cognition!

When the people he was familiar with were no longer familiar, and the strangers were no longer strangers, in the face of all this changing situation, where is his shelter...