Doomsday Spiritual Artifact Master

Chapter 190.1 – We Are V587 (5)
◎ The Last Disciple ◎

 

Northern Base, 7 o’clock in the morning.

Specialized Hospital for Awakeners.

Hospitals were always busiest in the early morning. Small robots filled with medicines flew unsteadily through the lobby, preparing to take the elevator upstairs.

At this moment, a patient who had lost control of his awakened ability unleashed a barrage of shining wind blades wildly. The walls around lit up with white light, and a defensive barrier absorbed all the attacks. Agile doctors swiftly subdued him, one of them turning and shouting, “Sedative!”

The raging storm suddenly ceased, but a small robot lost its balance and flew backward, disoriented.

A pale hand caught it just in time, straightened the medicine bag hanging on its back, placed it on the medical guidance platform, and then walked past.

The data eyes of the small robot flickered, and it turned its head to lock onto a kind passerby. It was an odd-looking group, led by a tall woman with white hair and pink eyes, her features cold as snow. Despite the hot weather, she wore long sleeves and pants with a hood. Following her were companions of varying heights, one with a limp, one in a wheelchair. The group turned a corner and entered the special care ward.

These delivery robots lacked independent consciousness. After observing for a while, following the established program, it continued to move forward.

The special care ward was a spacious suite with two single beds placed side by side and numerous life support devices. Song Ke finally saw the remaining two members of V587: a weak and beautiful sister, and a figure lying quietly.

Lin Youyou had already heard the news of Song Ke’s return and looked toward the door with anticipation.

She looked pale and haggard. If Song Ke’s paleness was due to a lack of melanin, Lin Youyou was clearly in an unhealthy state.

“Indeed, you’ve changed,” she stared at Song Ke, slowly opening her arms and revealing a soft and joyful smile. “Welcome back, Song Ke’er.”

Song Ke bent down and gently hugged her. “Youyou.”

“Do you remember me?” Lin Youyou was surprised. Wasn’t her memory supposed to be missing, not even remembering Princess Zhuang?

“Not only does she remember you, but she also vividly remembers Su Cha.” A cool voice sounded at the door.

Zhuang Qingyan had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cane. His tone was flat, showing no joy or anger, but his face seemed a bit sour. This mood had persisted from last night to today, emanating a displeased low pressure.

Song Ke glanced back at him with a puzzled expression, completely not understanding what he was trying to achieve. She could recognize Lin Youyou because she had seen a documentary about her in Ferrara – “The Top Idols that Disappeared Over the Years.” At that time, she found the sweet smile of the female star somewhat awkward, but now, seeing Lin Youyou in person, everything clicked.

The sweet image was just Lin Youyou’s persona; she was mature, stable, and rational at her core.

A simple “welcome back” sentence made Song Ke extremely certain that she liked having teammates like this.

As for Su Cha, Song Ke lowered her gaze to the person on the other hospital bed.

Due to a deep coma, Su Cha had become extremely thin, with sharper facial contours. His eyelids were peacefully closed, resembling someone deep in sleep. However, there was a horrifying wound at his chest, just a hair’s breadth away from his heart. The hollow space continuously oozed black blood, and various life support devices sustained his bodily functions.

“We arrange a consultation every month, and all the healing-type awakeners in District B have come. But we are helpless,” Fang Zhixu spoke with a heavy tone.

As an A5-level healer, Fang Zhixu had exerted all his efforts to snatch Su Cha from the hands of death, saving his life. However, he was powerless against the wound at Su Cha’s chest.

“Why can’t it heal?” Song Ke asked softly.

“Do you remember the injury to your abdomen during the Loak incident?” Fang Zhixu reminded.

Song Ke shook her head. The closer the time got to the present, the more blank her memories became.

Fang Zhixu briefly described the events of that major battle and said in a heavy voice, “The S7 level that injured Su Cha had a transformation ability, but the iron chain attached to it carried the same ‘real damage.’ It cannot be treated, and at that time, you used your second ability to heal. However, for other awakeners, even S-level ones cannot resist it and will slowly bleed to death.”

“He saved me that day,” Lin Youyou spoke hoarsely.

She untied the hospital gown, revealing a fist-sized hole at her collarbone. The bone was visible, and prolonged blood loss had rendered her unable to stand, leaving her bedridden.

Lin Youyou touched Su Cha’s eyebrows and eyes, tightly gripping his hand hanging by the bed. The nightmare of that day resurfaced once again.

When the iron chain struck, Su Cha’s pupils constricted. Disregarding everything, he held Lin Youyou tightly as they both fell into the water. Lin Youyou thought she wouldn’t survive, but her singing summoned the mutated Kun, whose vast wings covered the sky and lifted them out of the water. Later, Jennifer and Zhao Yuqing found them in time, but Su Cha never woke up.

She always liked teasing him, forcing him to speak the truth, enjoying his awkward and embarrassed expressions. But now that Su Cha had truly confessed his “love,” Lin Youyou wanted to respond, only to find that she no longer had the chance.

Song Ke watched their intertwined hands in silence for a long time. Then, she thought of something and turned to Fang Zhixu:

“You just said that my second ability can heal this kind of wound.”

“Yes,” Fang Zhixu confirmed.

Song Ke tightly squeezed her hand and looked at everyone. Though she couldn’t recall many things, they were all her teammates. According to Fang Zhixu, Lin Youyou and Su Cha were injured because they saved her. She couldn’t stand idly by.

Gathering her thoughts, Song Ke uttered a shocking statement, “Then use my flesh and blood to fill the wounds.”

Even without her memories, she remained the reliable captain of V587.

Everyone was shocked, and the room fell into silence, with only the rhythmic sounds of the instruments.

Song Ke pointed to her collarbone and mouth, “In the same places, take them out and fill the holes in Su Cha and Youyou, and the wounds will heal.”

She spoke casually, but her suggestion was chilling.

Su Cha’s wound was in the chest, and he had lost some internal organs. If Song Ke’s flesh and blood were replaced before the abilities took effect, the rapid stitching could fill the void. Similarly, Lin Youyou could also recover using the same method.

As for Song Ke, her cells could regenerate endlessly, and the lost flesh and blood would grow back, albeit with some pain during the process.

She had long been accustomed to enduring pain.

When she first woke up in District F177, her head was still foggy, and her reshaped body had only two fingers. Song Ke calmly chopped off her left hand and fed it to Xiao Bao, causing the forgetful Xiao Bao to incessantly crave “fragrant pig trotters.”

“In theory… it’s feasible,” Fang Zhixu was taken aback, but the instincts of a doctor made his eyes gradually light up. “We can conduct small-scale clinical experiments first to see the results.”

“No,” a cold interruption came from Zhuang Qingyan amidst the joyful atmosphere.

“Why?” Song Ke glared at him, displeased.

“I’m not opposed to the plan itself,” Zhuang Qingyan, unable to withstand her accusing gaze, sighed softly. “It’s your current condition that’s the issue. Don’t forget, all the hidden genes in your body have been activated, putting you in a highly active state. Transplanting such flesh and blood to Su Cha might cause his immune system to collapse before the abilities take effect.”

Song Ke had experienced more than a simple fusion experiment. Her body contained over a hundred types of biological genes, including replicated genes. If those active “viruses” invaded a regular person’s body, it would bring about catastrophic harm.

“…Then what do we do?” Song Ke stammered, unconsciously seeking help from Zhuang Qingyan.

Zhuang Qingyan pondered for a moment. “First, find a way to restore you to normal.”