After a while, Lu Mingfei sat on a chair in the medical area and chatted with Old Tang next to him about what happened today.
"Old Tang, do you still remember Uncle De and the others?"
Old Tang nodded, and the prosthetic limb on his arm also fluctuated with his movements, but looking at his expression, there was still a bit of confusion.
"I do remember that Ender guy, but that doesn't make sense."
Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang's two snake-like prosthetic limbs speechlessly, thinking to himself, you have become a cyborg, what else can you say that is reasonable or unreasonable.
"Look, you haven't lost your memory because of Ender's blood, right?" Old Tang analyzed. Although he didn't go to school much, he can be considered half a scientific researcher now, and he has something like that.
"But I'm a human being, why didn't I lose my memory?"
On the side, Chu Zihang was wiping his body, and the priest left in the medical area was treating his throat. Hearing Old Tang's words, he turned around and said, "Maybe it's because you are human and don't have any dragon blood."
In this world with dragons, there are only hybrids who have worked hard for many years and the corrosiveness of dragon blood. There is no pure human being anymore. They are all hybrids with dragon blood.
The only difference is the amount of dragon blood.
But for the Dragon Kings who were resurrected from the brain core, it was another matter. They were pure humans in the true sense.
Perhaps it was because of this purity that they were spared the disaster of memory erasure.
On the side, Liu Mei, who was responsible for the treatment, put down her hand, looked at Chu Zihang's healed lips, nodded with satisfaction, put her thick palm on Chu Zihang's shoulder, and said happily: "Not bad, not bad, better than your father."
Chu Zihang touched his lips and was very satisfied with the treatment effect. He said to the tall priest in front of him: "In that case, Brother Liu, let us go in."
Liu Mei nodded, motioned for a few people to follow him, and introduced: "That girl has just completed a digestive tract implant recently. Counting the days, she should have passed the gas today."
There are not many dragonborns left here. It happened to be midnight when the amnesia was deleted. Many people left the ice cellar. Only the priests like Liu Mei who were responsible for treatment and a few members of the equipment department were still here to observe Xia Mi.
Case.
After walking through a disinfection tunnel, several people put on protective clothing and came to Xia Mi's ward. The girl was lying on the bed. The skin on her body had just regenerated, and only a translucent membrane wrapped the muscles underneath.
The blue-black artificial blood flows in the blood vessels, and the yellow fat is mixed between the muscles, which is enough to scare any normal person.
"It looks worse than I did back then." Old Tang sighed. When he ran out of Norton's body, his skin was as pitted as a potato, but it was better than Xia Mi at this time.
Hearing the noise, the girl lying on the hospital bed opened her eyes with a bit of embarrassment on her face. Due to incomplete skin regeneration, she was not wearing clothes, but was covered with a special blanket to cover her body.
Despite this, she still showed a bright smile: "Young, senior brother, long time no see!"
From the other person's face, which looked like an anatomical specimen with bare muscles, one could vaguely see the shadow of Natsuya's past.
Chu Zihang stepped forward and nodded to Xia Mi: "I'm sorry for what happened before..."
"It's okay, senior brother, it's not me you stabbed anyway," Xia Mi rolled his eyes: "But if you are really sorry, can you tell the principal and ask me not to go to school."
Xia Michuchu stared at Chu Zihang pitifully. In line with her current appearance, there was no cuteness, only fear and horror.
Seeing this, Xia Mi sighed: "Hey, I'm not a mixed race now, how can I compare to super humans like you."
"How can you say that!" A shrill voice came from the side. In the darkness, a figure wearing protective clothing walked out. Judging from the bohemian momentum, he was obviously a lunatic from the equipment department.
"The bones on your body are the best alchemical creations. Together with the artificial muscles, they are enough to release power beyond ordinary people. Even compared with A-level hybrids, it is no different!"
The members of the equipment department spoke plausibly. When Old Tang saw this, he said to Lu Mingfei: "His name is Coleman. My prosthetic leg was made by this guy. You also know that people like him..."
"My brain is not normal, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded understandingly.
Xia Mi was a little helpless: "Come on, uncle, you've been staring at me here for almost a week. Is it interesting?"
"It's very interesting," Coleman nodded: "It means a lot to me to be able to watch my creation move little by little."
Old Tang sighed and reluctantly walked out, pulling Coleman towards the door. Liu Mei also turned and left, leaving the ward to Lu Mingfei and the other two.
Xia Mi moved a few times, as if he wanted to raise his hand, but finally gave up and could only say with a crying face: "Look, that's it, uukanshu www.uukanshu.com can't live in peace every day."
"After all, junior, you are very powerful," Lu Mingfei smiled and stepped forward: "Just like the grassroots Motoko in Ghost in the Shell, the prosthetic transformation of the human body is very handsome, isn't it?"
"It seems quite reasonable," Xia Mi tilted her head, implicating the wound, which made her grin for a moment: "More than this, I want to know what you are looking for me to do."
Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other, and then they talked about the earth-shaking world outside.
…
"Is it true, a global memory loss?" Xia Mi's eyes widened, a little unbelievable: "Forgetting Principal Angers is too exaggerated!"
Chu Zihang nodded and asked: "Theoretically, this may be the work of the Dragon King, but we know very little about this phenomenon. You were once part of Jörmungandr, so you may know something."
Xia Mi closed his eyes slightly and said with some pain: "Even if you said so, this kind of thing is too exaggerated. It might be better if it could be specific to a certain Dragon King."
Human memory is distributed like a network. For Xia Mi, Jormungandr's ten-thousand-year-old memories are hidden deep in the consciousness, and she needs a hand to help her recall.
"Is that so? How would Jörmungandr react to the name Odin?" Chu Zihang paused slightly and said the name of the terrifying Dragon King in the past.
Xia Mi opened her eyes with a confused expression. After a while, she saw blood flowing from her nostrils.
Chu Zihang took the gauze from the medicine cabinet next to him and gently placed it under Xia Mi's nose. Xia Mi let out a low gasp and then raised his head to look at Chu Zihang.
“In Jormungandr’s memory, Odin’s impression is very...
Split,
One Odin is warm and wise, the other... is dark and violent..."