I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 492: Xiao Fu’s “death”

When Chen Feng just arrived at the mobile scientific research space station in District 7, the energy of the folding shadow armor just ran out.

Ou Qinglan is standing in the hall behind the access hatch with a frown.

Although she is the president of the Academy of Sciences, biomedicine is not her best specialty, and she can't help much in it.

Medical staff and bioscientists in the treatment room are busy.

The facilities and equipment and related technical personnel in the mobile scientific research space station are very complete.

Academy's medical centers, biological centers, and genetic research institutes all sent top professionals.

At the same time, high-strength quantum network communication is also maintained between the space station and the Mercury polyhedron.

Under the protection of multiple means, the medical capabilities of the space station are not inferior to those of the Mercury ship.

Chen Feng didn't chat with Ou Qinglan any more, he opened the folded shadow armor and jumped out and went straight to the treatment room.

Someone else went to take out the box containing Lin Bu's head. Chen Feng will not care about this for the time being.

Nearly 300 seconds have passed since Fryders was injected with life support, and there is not much time left for Chen Feng.

In the treatment room, Freds was lying on his back in the treatment chair, dying.

Innumerable nanoscale microbe material tubes spread out from under the treatment chair, drilled into the capillary, pierced through Freders' skin, and replaced the functions of his blood vessels and lymphatic vessels.

There is another fiber bundle that looks very similar to the core material of the Prismatic Brain, piercing from the back of Freders' neck and connecting directly to his brain.

A few silver threads dangle from the top of Xiaofu's head, his face is covered with dark spots after another, his cheekbones are prominent, and his skin is dull and dull.

He looked shriveled, like a dehydrated quilt.

If Chen Feng hadn't known that he was a few years younger than himself, at first glance, he would have regarded him as a dying man of three hundred years old.

The medical staff briefed Chen Feng about Xiaofu's situation.

Twenty-seven seconds ago, Xiao Fu was still conscious and could even open his eyes and blink, but now he has fallen into a deep coma.

His heartbeat has completely stopped, and the circulation in his body has completely collapsed.

The mitochondria in his cells had collapsed extensively and no longer produced adenosine triphosphate.

At this time, the energy for the cells in Xiaofu's body has already been replaced with biological material tubes.

If Xiaofu's brain can still be maintained, the bionic technology micro-robot can replace the functions of red blood cells, white blood cells and other flow cells, and continuously provide synthetic nutrients, then he can maintain his consciousness as much as possible.

But the problem is that Xiaofu's brain genes are also collapsing rapidly, and neuron cells are disintegrating one by one. Even if there is a life support agent, it is difficult to recover.

"In addition to the life-support pipe network system, Dr. Fryders now has as many as five billion ultra-nano-fine robots. We have built a complete bionic circulatory system in Dr. Frederick's body, but all our means Neither can reverse the course of his life toward the end."

Chen Feng only thought about it for 0.1 seconds before extending his right hand, "Extract serum from my body and inject it into him. I also have the same resuscitation factor as Linbu in my body, try it out."

Actually, there is a recovery factor in Fredericks' body. Chen Feng injected him before. This is the core reason why Xiaofu was able to absorb the Grass people.

Now Chen Feng's old tricks are just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Let's try it out, it's better than doing nothing.

The researchers moved quickly. After only 30 seconds, Chen Feng's serum, which contained a large amount of resuscitation factors, began to pour into Xiaofu's body along the bionic pipeline.

Xiao Fu's reaction was quick, and only five seconds later he suddenly opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes first looked around aimlessly, then he noticed Chen Feng and quickly focused.

The eyeballs, which were like polluted muddy water just a moment ago, quickly became bright and piercing.

Fleders didn't open his mouth, but a voice sounded in Chen Feng's personal assistance system.

"Brother, are you back?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

While speaking, Chen Feng glanced at the detector next to him from the corner of his eye.

After being reinforced with a new resuscitation factor, the collapse of the Fryders neuron cells was slightly slower, but not completely stopped.

Try to have some effect, but it can only make Xiaofu hold on a little longer.

Chen Feng's lips trembled. He wanted to say something like "Xiaofu, don't die, you haven't finished your work yet".

But when the words came to his throat, he felt that there was no point in saying anything. Birth, old age, sickness and death are both destiny and the law of the universe.

A hundred years of interdependence, there will always be differences. Xiaofu, as a man who must have died a hundred years ago, lived another hundred years, and there was nothing to complain about.

In the past 100 years, Xiaofu has been busy and working all the time, and has never had a moment's rest. It is not an exaggeration to say that you will bow to your death and die.

Perhaps in the opinion of many hedonistic people in the 21st century, living like Xiaofu may not be considered a real life, it can only be said that one can only drink water and know how warm it is.

Xiao Fu's extra 100 years of life is both a blessing and a misfortune.

Chen Feng really has mixed feelings and doesn't know how to come to a conclusion.

When Chen Feng was silent, Xiao Fu spoke first.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I have to break my promise, I have to go first."

His expression has not changed from beginning to end, but his tone is full of lingering loss and regret.

Chen Feng shook his head, "You didn't do anything wrong, no need to apologize."

"Don't console me bro. I know the work isn't done. I'm going to die with the same regrets as Sergey."

Chen Feng sat next to him, the blood pump still attached to his hands and wrists.

Blood blood is being quickly drawn out of his veins, and the serum meter next to it is rapidly separating the serum and injecting it into Freders.

"It's okay, that's enough, you've done enough. Death is not terrible, everyone dies, and every war has countless sacrifices. You don't have to die with regrets."

Chen Feng forcibly comforted.

Freders' head shook suddenly, as if shaking his head, "I understand the truth, but I can't do it. Brother, my past life, my previous life, every one of my life, I'm treating you I spent it in infinite worship. When I haven't mastered the language and my cognition of everything is in chaos, there is only one thought in my mind, to continue the unfinished business you left to Sergey."

"How fortunate I am compared to the countless Sergey's of the past. I have had a life that has never been seen before, and that cannot be replicated. I can even travel the universe with you, working together for a common great cause. Struggle. In the past 100 years, I have been doing my best to fulfill my promise and that of Sergey every day."

"You don't know, bro, I'm secretly happy every day. I am secretly happy that I can fight for the greatest cause in human history. Not as a clone of Sergey, but as a clone of Sergey. In the capacity of the sage's assistant Freders. I don't care what others say, but I know that in your heart, I have completely walked out of Sergey's shadow and lived a life that belongs to Freders, right? ?"

Xiao Fu finally had an expression on his face.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a faint shy smile.

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, you are you, Sergey is Sergey."

Xiao Fu hummed, "Then I have no regrets. I believe that in the unknown future, when human beings can really fly freely between the universe and become an eternal civilization, someone will surely remember that in this era. Among them, there is a man named Freds Sergey who once fought with the sage Chen Feng."

Chen Feng: "I will write these things down."

"Well. Brother, goodbye..."

Fleders' eyes closed again.

The top layer of his skin begins to seep a grease-like gel, which is the "corpse" of the Glassman.

After 100 years of fusion, the Glassman, whose consciousness has long been swallowed and occupied by Freds, can finally die.

In the surveillance, the dense fog that represented Freds' stream of consciousness was on and off like a heartbeat.

Each time it flickers on and off, it gets a little dimmer.

A massive stream of quantum information is spilling out of nowhere in the room.

It's not that there is a problem with the equipment, Xiaofu's brain is the source of this information.

Ou Qinglan silently stood behind Chen Feng, "My condolences and change."

"Hmm."

"Are you sad?"

Chen Feng didn't answer her, but stared blankly at Freds, as if wandering out of the sky.

Sad?

A little bit, but Chen Feng is used to the feeling of losing this and losing that.

As the savior who has been defeated eight times, Chen Feng has too many "lost" experiences.

His tolerance for pain is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Ou Qinglan thought he was overwhelmed with grief, but he didn't know that the more critical he was, the more alive his mind became.

At this moment, Chen Feng is desperately trying to find a way.

He said to himself blindly and confidently, since he could save Xiaofu for the first time a hundred years ago, he can save the second time now.

Whenever I want to do something, as long as there is a 1 in 100,000,000 chance of it, I have to do it.

As long as Xiaofu doesn't really want to die, Chen Feng doesn't want him to die.

Your work is not done!

Don't think about dying!

Xiao Fu can no longer transmit any information to the outside world. The quantum storm that makes up his thoughts is struggling like a candle in the wind.

The medical staff next to me wiped away tears and said to Chen Feng: "Master Sage, Dr. Friedes' stream of consciousness..."

"What's wrong?"

"He's fighting against the expanding forces of the universe. He...he doesn't really want to die. His will to survive is strong."

Chen Feng: "I know, I know."

He's talking ~IndoMTL.com~ but he's running out of ideas in his heart.

The incomparably huge amount of information was tumbling in his mind like boiling water, and each stream of information was extracted by him little by little.

Glass.

Quantum life.

Media layer network.

Sergey's obsession.

Because of a congenital genetic defect, the language center is mutilated, and Freders cannot speak.

"Song of the Otherworld."

Blank.

Deep neural link bundles pierced through the back of Frydes' neck.

"Play 'Outer Song' directly in Frydes' brain! Simultaneous deep memory reading!"

Chen Feng suddenly gave an order.