Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v16 Chapter 2 special doctor

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Terra Space Station is a nascent building, and compared to Terra, it is too young. But that volume is not. A huge silver metal ring wrapped Terra tightly, as if it were her orbit.

No matter how many times she looked at it, Bonavia would be lost.

"The docking with the space station is coming, please be prepared. Anticipate shaking, please activate the magnetic boots or secure yourself to the seat."

The main control computer of the spacecraft reminded the two of them with a gentle synthetic voice, and Bonavia immediately pressed a green button on the seat belt to fix herself on the seat.

Frank ignored the reminder of the master computer at all, and he was leisurely playing with a battle dagger in his hand. Apart from weapons and equipment, he has no other hobbies.

This is the reward obtained after a certain mission, it is the latest scientific and technological achievement, and there are three optional modes. The first is normal mode, nothing to talk about, nothing but extreme sharpness and sturdiness.

The second mode, the high-frequency vibrating blade, is used to deal with armored enemies. The third type, the high temperature mode, can deal a devastating blow to the self-reliant and tyrannical enemy. Through the built-in pattern, this combat dagger in the high temperature mode can even melt pottery steel directly, not to mention the flesh.

As long as it is inserted into the body, the terrifying high temperature and the energy sent by the pattern will melt the body in an instant. Guilliman once commented that the high temperature mode of this thing is like a dagger version of a melt gun, and Frank thinks it is very vivid.

Three minutes later, with a moderate bump, they successfully docked with the space station. The spaceship entered a dark space, and blue light slowly lit up around it. A series of complex disinfection procedures were initiated.

After another ten minutes of waiting, when it was confirmed that there were no signs of pollution inside or outside the ship, the dark space became brighter. Surrounded by silver metal walls, the metal on one wall slowly extended, reaching the vicinity of the spaceship for them to disembark.

Frank stepped out of the boat and looked down at the personal portable terminal placed on the wrist of his left hand. There were still 21 hours before the appointment with Guilliman, and it took less than three hours to reach the Terra Space Station from the Glory of Macragge.

high speed.

He walked forward, at a slower pace, so Bonavia could keep up with him. The two passed the silver bridge and arrived in front of the metal wall. Frank lowered his head and pressed his right hand to the wall.

"Verification passed."

The metal wall made an icy AI sound: "The holder of the highest authority, codenamed Punisher. Where do you want to go?"

"Block C," Frank said softly. "Go to the doctor first, then to the D area, I'm looking for a weapon craftsman. By the way, I will do a general repair of my ship."

"Please wait a moment, the route is being planned for you, the aircraft is being fetched... The route is quite congested, a fearless elder was healed today, and a celebration ceremony is being held inside the space station. Can you accept the teleportation?"

"Can."

"Please wait... The teleportation is about to start, please keep a certain distance from your attendants."

Bonavia hurriedly stood farther away from Frank, and the blue light began to light up slowly, completely covering the retina of her left eye and the visual sensor of her right eye after two seconds. When they returned to normal, they had reached the C area of ​​the space station.

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It's not as lively as usual here, it seems very quiet. Today, a fearless elder was healed, which is a good thing in a good thing, and the celebrations that follow are even better. Most people chose to go to Area A of the space station to participate in the activity.

Only a small number of people who still need to stick to their posts are still here.

For example, the more special doctor they were looking for.

Bonavia walked through Area C with ease, but within a few minutes, she found her destination. There is a signboard with the words 'DOC' hanging on the door, and the door is tightly closed. The silver walls were indistinguishable from the surroundings, and the shop didn't even have a window.

"Fairy Wood"

"Are you going in with me?" Bonavia asked.

"No, I'll be waiting for you outside. Although the repairs are over." Frank rejected her proposal with a cold expression on his face. "I don't like that doctor's race."

I don't like it either, my lord, but His Royal Highness the Regent seems to like it...

Bonavia nodded neatly, turned around and pushed open the door and walked in. The space inside was wide, with soft white lights on. A bumpy figure was sitting with his back facing her. On the operating table in front of him lay an Astral Army soldier with his eyes closed.

"Whoever you are, don't disturb me yet..."

The bumpy back did not turn his head, and the skilled Gothic had some eccentric accents, making it elegant and tactful. It sounds as if the actors are putting on a play.

Bonavia waited quietly according to her words, but in fact, she was not in a daze in boredom. As mentioned earlier, the female inquisitor likes her nanomechanical face for many reasons, such as this one, she can easily read books through the sensor in her right eye.

Half an hour later, the doctor put down the scalpel in his hand with satisfaction.

She took off the medical gloves that were full of blood and oil mixture, and tossed them smoothly. The two gloves flew high and hit the trash can at the far end of the room with precision. The odd Fangzheng silver bucket hummed for a while after receiving the garbage, and then stopped moving.

The doctor stood up and pressed a few times on the operating table on which the Astral Army was lying. It sank directly into the ground, and the delivery pipeline would send him directly from the operating table into the medical cabin. Bonavia estimates that an injury like his would take only forty minutes to heal.

"Well, it's your turn—oh, it's you, Bonavia."

The doctor turned and raised his eyebrows in surprise. But she didn't waste too much time reminiscing about the old days. She stomped her feet, and a brand new operating table rose again on the ground. Even the surgical instruments were brand new. Without further ado, Bonavia consciously lay down.

"Your examination deadline is up?" The doctor stretched gracefully~www.novelbuddy.com~ The perfect figure was exposed. "Or, you want to spice up yourself? Ah, then you might be disappointed."

She rambled: "I haven't passed the modification exam, so I can't modify you for the time being. Of course, if you don't mind, I can give you a try without a license."

Bonavia refused her proposal without hesitation: "No, doctor, I'm just here for maintenance, the inspection deadline has come."

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"Okay—well, do you want anesthesia or something?"

"wide awake."

"Okay... Sigh, why doesn't each of you like anesthesia? It's painful to perform parts replacement surgery while awake. If this goes on, I will apply to the space station to reduce the supply of anesthesia."

This particular doctor was obviously a broken mouth. She picked up the white hair in front of her forehead and pinned it behind her pointed ears. Even so, her hands were not slow.

She patted the side of the operating table as she complained, and a set of repair kits for replacing the nanomachines replaced the surgical instruments.

This complex and very expensive tool is only qualified to be used by seven hundred and thirty people in the space station. The complaining Eldar doctor was one of them.

...don't ask why there's an Eldar doctor on Terra, and don't ask why Bonavia doesn't seem to disagree. Turn right out the door for Robert Guilliman, he has a thousand reasons.

And it's all right.