I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 290:
Chapter 290: Chapter 211: Iron-blooded Man Follows the
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More than ten minutes had passed, and Venus-001 had escaped the earth’s defense system fire coverage range without any danger.
They were safe now.
When Needham Brown took Harrison Clark’s head out of the capture net, this hot-blooded man’s head was already frozen by the vacuum of space’s low temperature, and the air inside was automatically drained out due to the pressure difference, along with…
In short, indescribable, too horrifying to watch.
Needham Brown’s assistant approached, wanting to help take the hero’s skull from Needham Brown’s hand.
Needham Brown waved him aside, “Don’t touch it; you’ll get frostbite. Hurry up and open the internal circulation simulated nutrition cabin, two in a row, connected and communicating with each other.”
The assistant, both amazed and saddened, looked at the hero’s skull, desperately holding back his tears, and said, “Boss, you should mourn. We were one step too late. He’s already sacrificed himself. What’s the point?”
Needham Brown glared at him, “Didn’t you hear me telling you to prepare the nutrition pods?”
The man shuddered and quickly crawled towards the medical cabin.
Although Venus-001 was a small battleship, it was well-equipped, and Needham Brown himself was a battle-maniac who often got injured, so it was loaded with the Freedom Front’s most advanced internal circulation simulated nutrition cabin.
Five minutes later, amid hissing sounds and white mist, the hero’s skull was placed inside.
The liquid in the nutrition pod was quickly tinted a faint red, which was the countless red blood cells attached to the outer layer of the hero’s skull spreading.
Countless silver or white hollow threads came out quickly from the bottom of the nutrition cabin.
Some of the metallic threads were for fixing, while the white ones were for oxygen supply and protein ducts that provided nutrients, similar to blood vessels.
As early as a thousand years ago, humans had already invented the extracorporeal respiration ECMO emergency system.
Harrison Clark had experienced the nutrition pods and atom therapy devices like this more than once in the past.
But the nutrition pods he’d encountered before were far from as good as the one he was in today.
In just an instant, the internal circulation system completed the analysis of his genes, then began to simulate his blood composition, mobilizing the blood cells that still remained on his body, connecting his neck veins, capillaries, and countless cell surface protein microtubes to transport blood and tissue fluids.
The laser cut was very smooth, and the process was very smooth.
The liquid began to exchange circulation, but Harrison Clark’s brain remained motionless.
On the other side, Needham Brown also lay down, and countless threads stabbed out, connecting with his internal circulation.
Needham Brown glanced at the assistant next to him and communicated through brain waves, “Start the exchange.”
The assistant sighed, feeling like what Needham Brown was doing was utterly pointless.
He knew that the team leader had a strange regenerative ability.
But Harrison Clark was obviously a dead head, dead through and through, and even if they tried to transport the special substance in the team leader’s body into Harrison Clark’s head, it wouldn’t work.
It was regeneration and self-healing, not resurrection of flesh and bone.
But the assistant couldn’t disobey orders, so he pressed the button.
The machine started, Needham Brown shuddered, and fell into a deep coma due to a self-defense mechanism.
The assistant looked over at Harrison Clark and still muttered in his heart, “No use, no reaction at all, the brain has stopped functioning, no brainwaves.”
It was a waste of effort.
Again, the assistant opened the pipeline valves connecting the two nutrition cabins.
Part of the liquid was sucked out of Needham Brown’s nutrition cabin and sent to Harrison Clark’s side.
There began to be some changes in the input pipeline; the light red liquid began to recede, indicating that the liquid from the Needham Brown’s side was moving forward through the pipeline.
The assistant then turned his gaze to Harrison Clark’s monitor and gasped.
The next moment, the assistant was on the ground, sitting on his ass.
That’s because Harrison Clark suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at him.
It’s a ghost!
Help!
The assistant’s fingers dug into his teeth, but he still couldn’t stop his teeth from clattering.
“Brother, it’s the 31st century, and you still believe in ghosts?”
Harrison Clark said faintly, “Aren’t you embarrassed? You should take a look at the monitoring information next to you.”
Only then did the assistant look at the parameter light screen, and then his pupils constricted.
What the hell!
He had brainwaves!
His brain started working again!
He came back to life!
But the special substance from the team leader hasn’t been sent over yet!
Despite the shock, the assistant remembered to turn off the machine on Needham Brown’s side in time.
Needham Brown woke up quickly, about to swear but noticed the gaze coming from the side.
He turned his head and locked eyes with Harrison Clark.
The two just stared at each other quietly.
It was as if the air was frozen.
God knew how complicated Harrison Clark felt.
He and Needham Brown were old acquaintances.
Reunions of old friends should be a time for celebration, but the situation was incredibly dramatic and subversive.
“Sigh.”
Harrison Clark sighed, not speaking through brain waves but actually using his voice.
He still had vocal cords.
This long sigh was like pouring a thousand words into Needham Brown and the assistant’s ears, filled with complex emotions that were difficult to explain, containing great compassion and resentment.
Needham Brown jumped out of the water, wiped his face, leaned forward, put both hands on the glass cover of Harrison Clark’s nutrition cabin, his eyes full of tears, “Brother, don’t worry! Captain Camp is safe. You shouldn’t be sad either. Although you’ve lost your body, we can rebuild it. You still have a chance to be a formidable warrior!”
Harrison Clark sighed again, “Sigh!!!”
Oh, come on, why does this line feel so deja vu..
