SFS Chapter 466 Xiao 5 goes home 16
Chapter 466 Xiao 5 goes home 16
On the hospital bed, Situ Zheng suddenly sat up.
This simple action, which had been no less than torture for him in the past few months, now had a kind of clumsiness and smoothness that was almost new.
He straightened his back, which was hunched due to long-term illness, and took a deep breath.
"Haha! It's okay!"
A long-lost hoarse yet unusually loud laugh burst out, shaking his chest that had just regained its normalcy.
The gloom and tension that had accumulated over the years on Situ Zheng's face were torn apart by this sudden joy, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.
He slapped the hard bed board beneath him, making a dull thud. He said in a firm tone, "As long as it can cure my illness, no matter how bad the medicine tastes, it won't be a problem!"
Sirong was tidying up her needle box when she heard the laughter and declaration.
She did not interrupt his excitement which was beyond words, but only deepened the imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips. There was a hint of understanding and gentleness in his eyes as he observed quietly.
Sirong pulled out the last needle with extremely gentle and smooth movements, and the moment when the slightly cool needle slid across the skin was almost negligible.
And when all the silver needles were removed, Situ Zheng's own feelings became the most real and incredible.
It was like a huge rock weighing on my chest had been removed!
The turbid garbage planet air, filled with the smell of rust and corruption, flowed into his nostrils more smoothly than ever before, pouring into his lungs that had once been filled with filth and pain.
Every breath he took was so smooth that it made his heart tremble. His lungs expanded greedily without the familiar burning sensation and tearing blockage.
The itchy feeling deep in my throat that had been lingering for years and was almost addictive was gone!
It was like a blocked river was completely cleared, leaving behind a strange, dry and refreshing feeling.
During the remaining time, Sirong began to examine Admiral Wei Lan's body.
Although Situ and his son had reached a simple trust in Sirong and Muchen, they certainly could not agree to let Admiral Wei Lan disappear from their sight.
There was no other way, Sirong could only move the nanorobots in the treatment room inside the space outside for use.
Fortunately, in the interstellar world, space buttons have long been developed, which have storage functions.
So when Sirong suddenly produced such a large object, it did not scare the father and son.
With the help of nanorobots, Admiral Azure was given a deep body scan, and the entire process became extremely efficient and accurate.
Sirong stared at the three-dimensional model of internal organs floating on the holographic display.
Her brows seemed to be tightened by an invisible force, her thin lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her mouth were almost stretched into a straight line, and her fingertips pointed and magnified the holographic image several times with precision.
His eyes were like the most precise probe, capturing the areas specially marked in red without missing a single detail.
His eyes were focused to the point of being frozen, and even his breathing seemed slightly restrained.
"The situation... is more troublesome than expected."
Sirong's voice sounded, the pitch was not high, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.
Her fingertips landed precisely on an area that was bleeding and distorted.
"The Admiral was too close to the source of the explosion." The speech was steady and clear, and every word seemed to be stating cold facts.
"The life capsule activated at its limit, withstanding the main energy of the external shock wave and preventing the aircraft from instantly disintegrating. This was a blessing in disguise.
However, the overpressure caused by the shock wave, coupled with the violent shock generated by the lifeboat structure when it was subjected to extreme impact, inevitably transmitted internally.
It saved his life, but the aftermath of this fatal shockwave directly affected his most vulnerable organs."
She zoomed in on the heart and lung areas.
The image clearly shows that on the tough outer wall of the heart, several clusters of capillaries ruptured irregularly like a spider web hit by hail, forming a series of fine bleeding spots that are difficult to see with the naked eye.
Even more shocking is the lungs. Many alveolar clusters have lost their plump sac-like structure, as if they had been kneaded and squeezed by an invisible giant hand. Some parts show wrinkles and collapse, and even tiny tears.
"Typical visceral concussion combined with blunt trauma."
Her eyes were fixed on the model, the most severely contused area in the lower lobe of the upper left lung, and the signal of fluid accumulation under the spleen capsule. Her face became increasingly solemn, as if covered with a layer of frost.
“At the moment of impact, the pressure inside the body changes dramatically, forming a strong pressure gradient.
This force followed the conduction path, and she used her fingertips to quickly move it from the left chest to the center of the torso, causing the lungs, heart, and spleen to bear the brunt of the impact tearing effect and transient compression effect. Look here,"
She rotated the model of the left lower lobe of the lung to a specific angle.
"The alveolar structure is destroyed, surfactant secretion is disrupted, and internal pneumothorax that restricts ventilation is formed.
The lung contusion loses its ventilation function, and the internal bleeding affects diffusion. The gas exchange efficiency drops by at least 40%. She paused and pointed to the bleeding point in the heart area.
Although these lesions in the myocardial microvascular network are small, they are the root cause of subendocardial ischemia and potential arrhythmias. Continuous bleeding may lead to changes in the pericardial microenvironment and affect pacemaker conduction.
Hearing Sirong using so many professional terms, Situ and his son became even more nervous.
"Then...what should we do?! Is there any hope?!" The two voices overlapped, filled with uncontrollable fear and despair.
Those "pneumothorax", "inflammatory storm" and "sharp decline in cardiac function reserve" are like heavy ice picks, biting their hearts hard.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, it can be cured." Si Rong gave Situ Zheng a reassuring smile.
After completing the inspection, she transferred the admiral to the more advanced business warehouse she had brought out.
The treatment room in Sirong Space cannot regenerate organs like the interstellar treatment chamber.
But repairing these internal organs is not a difficult task with her pills.
After doing all this, Sirong and Muchen said goodbye and left.
Originally, Situ Zheng wanted to let the two of them live in Situ's house.
Muchen refused, thinking that if they moved into Situ's house like this, it would easily attract other people's attention.
Another thing is that it is not very convenient for the two of them to enter the space.
There is nothing wrong with taking things out in front of Situ and his son.
However, there is currently no technology to access the interstellar space button.
This is almost equivalent to implicitly admitting that Sirong possesses space technology that is far beyond the current interstellar level and can accommodate humans.
The risk is too great. The two of them don't know enough about the current interstellar space, and any flaw may bring immeasurable consequences.
Situ Zheng was also a sensible man and did not try to keep them. Both parties agreed that they would come again tomorrow night, and if there was any emergency, they could just go to the house next to Aunt Wang to find them.