The medical bay, a standard feature of the Eternal Storm-class starships.
During outward combat missions, this served as the most basic medical support.
At this moment, Xue Rengui was already sedated and lying in the medical bay undergoing treatment.
His left arm was completely missing, with only a small portion still connected to his shoulder.
Although his right arm was still attached, it was visibly necrotic over a large area!
The situation suggested it was caused by the extreme cold environment of outer space.
Meanwhile, Xi Tong stood nearby, operating a robotic arm and performing amputation with a grim expression.
Upon hearing the door being kicked open, she glanced back.
Seeing that it was Fang Er, she ignored him and turned back to continue her work.
"How could this happen!"
Fang Er was heartbroken seeing Xue Rengui in such a state.
"My lord, Old Xue he..."
Zhu Zi, with red-rimmed eyes, recounted the situation they found when he and Ma Chao arrived.
They had gone to search based on the coordinates provided by Wang Xuance.
When they found the enemy ship, it had already become a pile of wreckage!
The entire ship was surrounded by debris floating in space, with over 90% of its structure showing signs of explosion.
And that debris was the result of the ship's explosion.
Xue Rengui was found within this almost-destroyed ship!
He, all alone, had managed to destroy a Dreadnought-class starship, equivalent to an Eternal Storm-class, with just a plasma gun!
Such a feat was unparalleled in the Skyfire Army!
When they found him, he was slumped over the ship's control console, his life or death unknown.
However, based on the surrounding situation at the time, he had undoubtedly experienced a battle beyond imagination.
Because around him, there were the bodies of over twenty Vigor soldiers, and dozens of plasma guns were strewn on the floor!
The entire control console was like the queen's chamber in an ant colony, with smooth holes from plasma gunshots everywhere on the walls, ceiling, and floor!
Even the break in his left arm was an arc-shaped wound, clearly the result of a plasma gun piercing through.
As for his right arm, it had been smashed into an indistinguishable mass of flesh and blood by a heavy object.
Yet, even in this state, he was still tightly gripping a Vigor soldier in the crook of his arm!
Listening to Wang Xuance's account, Fang Er felt a surge of guilt for Xue Rengui's misfortune.
Suddenly, he thought of something!
Naked Hominid, Prophet, Sorcery!
These three words simultaneously surfaced in his mind, and he instantly turned his head to look at Wang Xuance beside him.
"Wang Xuance!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Take your men immediately and return to the Naked Hominid Valley. Find their tribal prophet!"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this command, Wang Xuance immediately understood his intention.
The Naked Hominid prophets possessed abilities akin to sorcery, capable of healing injuries!
Perhaps they could restore Xue Rengui's arms!
Without any hesitation, he immediately led a group of men out.
"My lord, I will go with General Wang!"
Zhu Zi and Ma Chao, though not fully understanding, knew that these prophets must be of great use and quickly volunteered.
"Granted!"
"Thank you, my lord!"
The two quickly got up and pursued Wang Xuance.
After arranging these matters, Fang Er slowly walked towards the medical bay.
"Sister Tong, how is he?"
[Severe blood loss, signs of internal organ failure. I've already transfused 3000 milliliters of blood.]
Xi Tong replied without looking up.
[The Great Prophet you mentioned, I don't think it's entirely reliable. It's best to have a backup plan.]
"What backup plan?"
[Transplantation!]
Transplantation?
Hearing this answer, Fang Er was taken aback, but quickly understood her meaning.
Xue Rengui's arms were so severely injured that if the Naked Hominid prophet's "sorcery" couldn't regenerate his severed limbs, transplantation would undoubtedly be the best option!
But, where would the donor come from?
He wasn't a saint; he wouldn't feel any psychological pressure in cutting off two arms from the Naked Hominids or Vigor people and transplanting them to Xue Rengui.
It's just that, being from different species, even if transplanted, they might not survive.
And if he returned now, even with countless criminals available in the Tang Dynasty's prisons, time might not be enough.
The journey was too long, requiring at least two to three days!
After pondering these things, he became even more perplexed.
"Without a donor, how can we transplant?"
[Why do we need a donor? I'm preparing to print him two new arms!]
[What donor can compare to the functionality of mechanical arms printed with composite materials?]
Xi Tong seemed pleased with her idea.
But Fang Er had a different opinion.
"No!"
"Although the fabricated prosthetics have sufficient strength, their flexibility is still lacking."
"And this young man isn't married yet!"
"Can a mechanical arm grab a steamed bun as well as a real hand?"
"We can't deprive him of the joy of grabbing steamed buns, can we?"
Xi Tong: ???
[You damn scoundrel, what are you thinking!]
[At a time like this, you're still thinking about those sordid things!]
Fang Er's old face darkened: "Fine, that matter is sordid. Later, don't ask me for... for..."
"Otherwise, let's think of another way to get him two real arms!"
This was a famous general! In history, Xue Rengui served as the Governor of Youzhou and the Great General of the Left Valiant Guard, living to the age of 69 and dying a natural death!
Under his command, he had only been here for a few years, and now, not even 18 years old, he was crippled...
If this got out, where would he put his face?
What if his beloved Han Yao girl looked down on him, and he couldn't find a wife...
Two mechanical arms rubbing against each other...
That scene, just thinking about it was terrifying!
Sparks would fly!