Lu Mingfei woke up one night. The world was dark. He couldn't feel his fingers. His whole body was extremely light, like a feather, floating in the endless void.
Lu Mingfei's optic nerve and eardrum had been mostly destroyed by the corrosion of dragon's blood. Most of the nerves on the surface of his skin had also disappeared. His five senses were almost completely lost. All external influences were extremely blurry to him.
This feeling was extremely torturous. Time seemed to have lost all sense to him. Endless nothingness came from all directions and seeped into every pore of his body.
In the lunar base, the medical equipment sent through the teleportation array, together with Bahamut's priests, began to gradually repair Lu Mingfei's body.
From the lungs that were riddled with holes to the tattered esophagus, Lu Mingfei's body began to gradually repair with the help of magical healing techniques.
After three days, Lu Mingfei's lung function recovered and he no longer needed the help of a ventilator.
Five days later, Lu Mingfei's respiratory tract was repaired, and with the first exhaustion, the doctors next to him breathed a sigh of relief.
On the sixth day, the fragile eardrum began to regenerate, and weak sounds began to penetrate Lu Mingfei's dark world, allowing him to regain a sense of self.
On the seventh day, accompanied by unbearable itching, a pair of black eyes turned from dry to full, bringing a faint light into the dark void.
Two weeks had passed when Lu Mingfei regained his senses and was able to spit out simple words from his newborn throat. He twisted his body with difficulty and looked at Ender, who was playing with the gems in front of him, as if he wanted to say something.
What.
"De..."
"Lie down first. Your vocal cords have just been regenerated and are still very weak." Ander put the half-palm-sized ruby into his pocket and walked up to look at Lu Mingfei, whose face seemed to be melting: "
Old Tang is fine, but recovery will take some time."
Hearing Ander's words, Lu Mingfei nodded and struggled to get up. When Ander saw this, he didn't stop him. He took out a mirror from the cabinet next to him and put it in front of Lu Mingfei.
"Although theoretically I shouldn't stimulate you, but now you look like this..." Ender pointed at the Quasimodo-like monster in the mirror and said.
Although Ander said it tactfully, a short scream came out of Lu Mingfei's newly reborn throat. Along with the violent breathing, Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, showing a trace of fear.
"Oh, don't worry. In theory, as long as you undergo a series of treatments, you will return to your original appearance soon," Ender put down the mirror, shrugged and said nonchalantly: "It's just a little painful, but I believe you can survive it.
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"By the way," seeing Lu Mingfei calm down a little, Ander quietly added: "You have been absent from class for two weeks, but you still have to take the final exam this semester. Work hard, young man!"
With a hissing sound of inhalation, Lu Mingfei completely gave up struggling, fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Ender smiled upon seeing this, turned off the lights in the ward with his mage's hand, tapped his toes on the ground, and in the low gravity environment of the moon, his whole body floated up and flew towards the door of the ward.
I have to say that even for Ender, this experience is quite novel.
Floating like this, Ander turned to the next room. In the white ward, Old Tang was wrapped like a mummy, with only a pair of black eyes exposed.
Under the light of the ward, it could be seen that Old Tang's arms and legs were shortened by one section. His body wrapped in gauze was tied to the bed with belts, and next to him were two mixed-race bodyguards with loaded guns.
"Hi, Ronald, it looks like you are recovering well." Anderpi said hello to Old Tang with a smile: "Don't worry about your hands and feet, we are going to get you a set of titanium alloy artificial ones."
Bones, you'll be back on your feet soon."
Old Tang stared at Ander blankly for a long time before he uttered a sentence under the gauze: "Who am I?"
Ender waved to the two bodyguards next to him and signaled them to leave. Then he slowly untied the belt that bound Old Tang, sat on the bed and said, "I didn't expect you, Ronald, to know philosophy. Didn't you just drop out of high school?"
Yet?"
Old Tang narrowed his eyes and moved his body, as if he wanted to sit up. Seeing this, Ander supported his back with a pillow, making him half-lying on the bed.
Old Tang calmed down and then said: "My mind... is a mess, all kinds of things, Ronald Tang, Li Xiong, Norton... who am I?"
"You are nobody," Ender interrupted Old Tang's mumbling and said, "You are just an organ of Dragon King Norton, probably similar to the human cerebellum or hypothalamus."
What is the use of the organ called the brain core separated from the sacrificial circle?
According to the latest explanation by researchers at the Kassel Institute, this organ may be the emotional center of dragons, responsible for secreting certain hormones and adjusting the physiology of dragons.
As for the formation of brain nuclei, the Department of Biology proposed an explanation using the endosymbiosis theory.
In cells, there is an organelle called mitochondria. Scientists generally believe that mitochondria were once another organism that, after being engulfed by cells, formed a symbiotic relationship inside the cells.
Considering that the dragons were created by Nighold in the legend, perhaps the Black King put human brains into the dragons in order to make the dragons a little more humane.
"So I'm actually a cell organelle?" Old Tang made a hoarse voice: "Similar to mitochondria or chloroplasts?"
"Although this is high school biology knowledge, it still surprises me to hear these professional words from your mouth." Ender crossed his legs and looked at Old Tang: "So, what do you think of your host, named Norton?
The Dragon King?"
"I don't know," Old Tang shook his head: "When I look at his memory, it's like watching a movie. I'm just the audience."
"Well, it's normal. Mixed-breeds also have similar symptoms of schizophrenia." Ender nodded: "They feel that there is a dragon hidden in their bodies, so they can only keep fighting against the dragon."
The Secret Party's secret skill: violent blood, comes from this theory. By using self-hypnosis to weaken one's own humanity, the dragon's demonic nature will naturally gain the upper hand. The will changes matter, and one's own bloodline will evolve accordingly.
"Last question, what do you think of your theoretical brother, the Dragon King named Constantine?" Ender asked the last question, and there was a trace of bitterness in Old Tang's eyes.
"He is just a child who doesn't understand anything..." Old Tang said something as if reflexively, and then he was stunned again.
"Theoretically, he is not actually your brother. The two of you are now different species." Ender pointedly revealed this fact coldly.
"But humans are very empathetic. I am a human now." Old Tang shrank and lay down again.