[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao quickly stopped Uno's bleeding, and then dragged him into his cockpit.He laid Uno flat on his lap, then activated the body and rushed towards the spaceships in the sky.

"How is it, Silo?" Soy's inquiry came from the cockpit.

"Uno has been found." Zhou Mao said, "but the situation is very bad."

He paused, "I'll be right there. Go back and talk about it."

The Silo landed on the makeshift deck and was brought into the cabin.When Zhou Mao came down from the ladder with Uno's shoulders on his shoulders, looking at Suoy's eyes, he knew that Suoy had already guessed most of it.

Several people dressed in white and dressed as medical staff quickly entered the hangar carrying a stretcher, took Wu Nuo from Zhou Mao's shoulders, carried him onto the stretcher, and then flew away from the gate.

"I've already had someone contact Patarna." Soy said, "This time the situation is serious." His brows were deeply wrinkled, and his resolute face became more serious. "You take a driver there first and drive the Uno back. I need you to describe the situation in detail later."

Zhou Mao nodded, and entered the cockpit of Silo with another pilot.The two came to the place where Uno was picked up, and found that the Uno was still the same as when Zhou Mao left: kneeling on the ground, head up, and the hatch was wide open.

Watching the pilot get into the cockpit of the Uno, Zhou Mao's doubts spread over his head like a cloud.

Too strange.If the Earth faction had used weapons to cut off the Uno's power supply, they must have known that the Uno would go down.If the people from the Earth Sect took Uno's metal piece, why didn't anyone from them come to collect the body.

Similarly, the same method used to deal with Uno will work for Silo.Why didn't they go all out and destroy the two modified human drivers directly?In this case, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Sky faction.Why don't they do it?Do you have any concerns?

With question marks in his head, Zhou Mao returned to the main ship.Before leaving, he searched the ground carefully in a small area, trying to find the metal piece, but it was still in vain.After arriving at the hangar and describing the whole incident to Suoy, Zhou Mao immediately went with him to the hospital ship to visit Uno.

Uno was placed in the sterile room of the hospital ship, lying face down on the bed because the wound was on the back of the head.His head was placed on the side, half of his face was pressed against the bed, facing Zhou Mao and the others, his eyes were closed, except that his face was slightly pale due to blood loss, anyone who looked over would think that Uno was just asleep.

Zhou Mao looked at Uno.He has not been in this world for a long time, and although he and Uno are set as lovers, they are not familiar with each other. However, seeing a good person suddenly become like this, he feels somewhat uncomfortable.

"What should I do?" Zhou Mao touched the glass wall that separated them from Uno, and murmured, as if talking to himself, as if he was asking Suoy next to him: "His memory and consciousness can still be restored?" ?"

Soy shook his head and remained silent.The researcher standing aside replied: "Uno's injuries are not serious, and the central nervous system is also intact. We can completely heal his body quickly."

"But Uno's metal body has been lost, and all his memories and knowledge are gone." The research institute also looked at Uno lying on the bed, with regret in his eyes. "After he woke up, he didn't know anything, and he didn't remember anything. It can be said that he is no longer Uno."

"However, if it is a human being," Zhou Mao still seemed unwilling to give up, "Human beings use their brains for memory, right? Could Uno's consciousness not only exist in the metal sheet, but also in the brain?"

The researcher shook his head and looked at Zhou Mao sympathetically. "No." He said, "The brains of engineered people are different from normal humans. All the cells in your body regenerate faster than natural people, including the neuron cells in the brain. These cells generally have the same lifespan as humans. But yours is not."

He tapped lightly on the glass window. "Due to the continuous renewal of neuron cells, the memory stored in the modified human brain will not exceed one day. This is why we implanted metal sheets for you."

"So, if Wu Nuo wakes up, he only has one day's memory..." Zhou Mao said slowly.

"Yes." The researcher nodded. "And he was in a coma due to the injury. After waking up in this situation, his memory is basically zero, and he can't even remember what happened before the injury."

"Is there no other way?" Suoy, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Can we implant a piece of metal with combat experience and other knowledge in Uno, first to ensure that he can fight. As for his consciousness, then It’s too late to wait for recovery.”

Although Suoyi's words are utilitarian, they are also a reasonable solution.The research institute still shook its head. "We have no more metal to spare," he said. "This metal needs to be mined on the ground, and now the surface is all controlled by the enemy."

He pointed at Zhou Mao. "The only few pieces of metal left in the spaceship are implanted into the modified human and the artificial intelligence that requires a large information reserve. We don't have any metal that can be installed behind Uno's head."

Zhou Mao stared at the sleeping Uno.What he is experiencing now is no different from the original plot of Zhou Mo's novel.Uno deserved to die, and his consciousness would be replaced.He should have been glad that this world wasn't changed inexplicably and drastically like the previous worlds.

He can live in this world smoothly according to what Zhou Mo wrote.Except for having a sadomasochistic relationship with an AI.

However, looking at Wu Nuo's pale face, Zhou Mao's heart was extremely heavy.He vaguely felt that what he feared had happened.

In the evening, Uno finally woke up.Zhou Mao looked at him through the glass of the sterile room.He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a thick gauze wrapped around his neck, his eyes were blankly looking at the doctor beside him, his light-colored lips were slightly parted, and he had a dull expression on his face.

Zhou Mao's heart ached.He reached out and knocked on the door of the sterile room. "Can I come in and see Uno?" he asked the doctor.

The doctor probably knew about the relationship between Uno and Sai Luo. He looked at Zhou Mao with pity in his eyes. "Come in after changing your clothes and disinfecting them," he said.

When Zhou Mao walked into the sterile room, he saw Wu Nuo's head turned towards him, and a gleam of light flashed in his empty eyes.Before Zhou Mao could react, Wu Nuo immediately stood up from the bed, walked towards Zhou Mao quickly, and kissed Zhou Mao on the face with lightning speed.

Zhou Mao was startled, and involuntarily took two steps back, thinking that Wu Nuo hadn't lost his will.However, his next sentence made Zhou Mao clearly understand the reality.

"Who are you?" Wu Nuo looked at Zhou Mao and asked with a smile.

The doctor next to him seemed to be very emotional. Seeing this scene, he whimpered suddenly, turned his head, and made a cruel expression.

Although Zhou Mao was a little sad, although he and Wu Nuo were lovers, they had only known each other for two days, and they didn't have much affection for real lovers. It was very embarrassing to be played by the doctor like this.He had no choice but to cooperate with the doctor and also made a sad expression.

"I'm Sailuo." Zhou Mao said softly, "I'm the pilot of the Sky Ship Luo, and also your lover."

"Really." Uno still kept that innocent smile on his face. "But I don't quite understand."

"I don't know what a driver is, and I don't know what a lover is."

Zhou Mao sighed inwardly.If I were really his lover, I would feel a hundred times more uncomfortable than now.he thinks.

"It's okay." He raised his eyes, looked at Uno, and smiled slightly, "Whether it's a driver or a lover, they are all unimportant words. You just need to know who you are."

Hearing Zhou Mao's reply, the doctor suddenly covered his face with his hands, looking like he was about to cry.

Zhou Mao looked at the playwright doctor speechlessly, and then asked him for paper and pen.

"In order to prevent you from forgetting your name tomorrow," Zhou Mao said, "Why don't I write a sign for you, and you can carry it with you, and you can read it directly if you don't remember it."

Wu Nuo looked at Zhou Mao writing his name on the paper with a helpless expression on his face. "I...don't know," he stammered, "I don't understand..."

Zhou Mao froze for a moment, then slapped his forehead suddenly.Uno's metal plate was lost, and all his knowledge was on it, and literacy was naturally one of them.

"You don't have to worry," said the doctor, wiping his eyes, "we can program the projection in Uno's room to automatically tell him his name every morning."

Zhou Mao nodded.He crumpled the written paper and was about to throw it away when Uno stopped him.

"What were you... just doing?" he asked.

Zhou Mao froze for a moment, "Are you talking about writing?" He unfolded the paper and wrote two more words on the crumpled paper. "Is this what you mean?"

Wu Nuo nodded, he tilted his head, looked at the two new words written by Zhou Mao on the paper, with a puzzled expression.

"I should have seen it..." He murmured, "I think I will too..." He stretched out his hand to Zhou Mao, "I want to try it."

Zhou Mao realized that Wu Nuo also wanted to write, so he handed him the pen in his hand.Wu Nuo took the pen, and imitated it stroke by stroke according to what Zhou Mao wrote on the paper.

Zhou Mao watched the words written by Wu Nuo gradually take shape, and his face became more and more serious.The doctor leaned over and looked at Wu Nuo's words, showing a hint of surprise.

"It seems that the way of writing is a physical memory." He touched his chin and said, "Uno imitated your strokes, but the font is not at all different from yours." He narrowed his eyes, "And it doesn't count Ugly."

Zhou Mao didn't speak.His heart lifted with the tip of Uno's pen, as if it had been pierced severely.

"You really... don't know anything?" He stared at Uno, his voice trembling.

Wu Nuo looked up at Zhou Mao with a dazed expression.

"Know what?" he asked.

"Don't remember anything?"

"Remember what?"

"Don't lie to me." Zhou Mao whispered.

"What is cheating?"

Zhou Mao's face turned pale and he didn't speak.He covered his face with his hands and leaned slowly against the wall.Both Uno and the doctor seemed to be surprised by his change.

"Siro, are you okay?" the doctor asked.

"It's okay." Zhou Mao slowly moved his hands off his face and shook his head. "I'm just a little tired."

He looked up at Wu Nuo, and said to the doctor, "I'm going back to my room to rest, can Wu Nuo ask you to take care of me?"

"That's natural," said the doctor. "It's our doctor's fault."

Zhou Mao nodded and thanked the doctor.He touched Uno's hand, and said softly to him, "I'm leaving."

Wu Nuo's expression was a little panicked, and he grabbed Zhou Mao's fingers tightly with his backhand.

"Go...what do you mean?" He stared at Zhou Mao and asked.

"Nothing special." Zhou Mao looked at Wu Nuo tenderly, and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back soon."

The doctor watched Zhou Mao's back disappear into the doorway, and couldn't help but sighed. "What a pair of fateful mandarin ducks." He whispered, picking up the paper the two had written on, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Why did Sai Luo write these two characters? Is there any special meaning?"

The doctor decided not to think any more, for every time he thought of the rocky love between these two young people, he felt that he was about to cry again.After comforting Uno, he crumpled up the paper again and threw it into the trash can.

On the folded and stacked paper, the traces of the black pen are formed horizontally and vertically, and the dots are clear.

The word "Jiang Hai".Written twice in two different fonts.Lying quietly between the crevices of the bent paper.

The author has something to say:

Whenever I write about biomedical knowledge, I start to play nonsense!

Brother Jiang was stunned.Mao Mao felt anxious.