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Tazito was transferred to Mr. 11's residence.The situation is not good.

These medical robots are the best medical resources on the planet, but they still can't prevent his organs from failing.They tried their best to delay the time, and took care of him 24 hours a day. At the same time, in the makeshift laboratory, he used his own stem cells to grow several organs to replace those failing ones.Including his lungs shattered by the energy gun.

These organs will mature in three days at the earliest, and they need to delay his life until then.The patient's own will to live is unbelievably strong, and he doesn't want to die no matter what.If it weren't for this, it would have been impossible to save him in the first place.But no one can last long on the will to live.Every minute, his body is getting weaker.They are losing him.

After trying their best to rescue him until the next afternoon, the medical robot showed Tazito's body data in front of Mr. 11.It's bad news.After finishing its report, it rolled back twice, and then hesitantly rolled back to Mr. 11's feet. It carefully turned on the display screen, which showed—it was said to be the result of their collective discussion—that they thought Mr. 11 should spend some time. Time to speak to the patient and inspire his will to live.After all, all available methods have been exhausted, and he may not survive the night.

Mr. 11 looked at it blankly, like looking at a trash can that shouldn't be here.

Medical robot: "..." Sensibly rolling away.

Mr. Eleven rarely leaves his studio unless he needs to.He is always busy day and night.So, when he appeared at the door of this temporary ward, all the little robots cheered, thinking that he was finally coming to talk to their patients in a deep coma.

Mr. Eleven ignored their cheers, walked in, and threw a document into the air.The robots came over and found that it was a new treatment plan.The data comes from confidential information that ordinary people can't touch, and involves some unpublished sophisticated organ transplant experiments.

The plan requires them to directly transplant immature organs into Tazito's body. Under the stimulation of special medicinal liquid—not to mention the high cost of preparing this medicinal liquid—and the human environment, the organ can theoretically grow faster and start functioning the quickest.

In other words, the human body needs to be made into an organ culture dish.

This is a conflicting theory.Using an already fragile body as a petri dish, any discomfort will cause irreversible results.In fact, in the past four cases, only one person has survived the surgery.

But if nothing is done, their patients would not survive today.

The medical robots were uncharacteristically quiet, interpreting the information over and over again, and chatting occasionally. Mr. 11 waited patiently.

A few minutes later, they stopped their discussion, turned to Mr. 11, and nodded solemnly to him.A circle of snow-white robots exudes the brilliance of a doctor, as if they are very aware of the weight of life on their shoulders.

Mr. Eleven glanced at Tazito on the hospital bed.He was on a ventilator, and his external mechanical heart was beating.All the vital signs are shaking up and down on the lowest line.His face was pale and his brows stretched.The man only looked so peaceful and serene when he was dying.

Mr. 11 suddenly walked up to him and pinched his chin.

"Just don't wake up like this, and I have no objection." Mr. 11's cold voice revealed a bit of viciousness, "Don't wake up, I will make you into a puppet and give you eternal life." He let go of Tazito, and his head Gone without looking back.The little robots watched dumbfounded as the door closed again.

At this moment, they, who were connected to the vital signs instrument, noticed one thing at the same time——Tazito's vital signs became stronger.Only faintly, imperceptibly, but his will to live seemed rekindled.

They don't quite understand and look at each other.One held up the screen and asked, "Start?"

Carefully move the organs in the incubator to the operating table one by one, put on surgical gowns, and fully sterilized robots surround their dying patients.

Snapped!The shadowless lamp is turned on, this is the battlefield of medical robots.

Noon the next day.

Mr. 11 sat in the middle of a pile of screens as usual.He worked all night without a trace of tiredness on his face.Numbers don't need fatigue.As "gods" above humans - as some satirical articles like to call them - they should always be high-quality, efficient, and abandon all kinds of bad habits that belong to humans.

He's dealing with scavengers.One thing caught his attention: He hadn't confirmed Krisista's death.His facial recognition recognized all the images captured by the robot, and Chrisista did not appear in any scenes.They did bloodbath the Scavengers' Lair, but it is now certain that the main target was not killed.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the data in thought.It was discovered a little late, and one night was enough time for them to escape to any place on this planet.

At this time, a medical robot's request to enter jumped out—the news that could jump directly to Mr. 11 in this way was set as "highest priority".He casually granted the request, the sliding door opened, and he was still busy with his own business.After a while, noticing that there was no movement, he looked towards the door.

The stupid robot was stretching out its short arms, making a "come, go and see" gesture to him, as if preparing a big surprise for him.

Mr. 11 realized that more than ten hours had passed since the operation began.He stood up: "You can directly tell me that the operation was successful."

The surgery was indeed a success...for now.The data was stable, and Tazito was still lying there quietly wearing a ventilator.

Mr. 11 walked forward slowly, looked down at him, and asked about the operation.The robot was reporting, and Mr. 11 suddenly extended his hand to Tazito.The robot hastily interrupted the report, and waved nervously: This time it can't be pinched!

Mr. 11 picked up a small hair that fell on his forehead, and threw it on the ground.

"Notify me when he wakes up." He said, walking towards the door, and touched the robot's head at the door with his hand, "It's doing well."

Tazito woke up three days later.After only waking up for a few minutes, he fell asleep again.This sleepy state lasted for two days.

That afternoon, the atmosphere was surprisingly thin, allowing a little sunlight to pass through the dirty planetary rings and fall on this cursed land.People who rarely see the sun flock to the streets, bathing in the blessings of heaven.Many people just looked up and enjoyed it.It's like watching a miracle.

Located in the safest area on the planet, Mr. 11's house is still very quiet and lonely.Through the glass window, a piece of sunlight fell on Tazito's face, like a rash petal in spring, awakening an impromptu nap.

Tazito frowned slightly and opened his eyes.

He just stared blankly at the zenith for a long time, not knowing where he was or what happened.Then he slowly became aware of the pain in his body, and the pain aroused his memory.

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw a medical robot that looked a little familiar, and that thing came over curiously, beeping and saying hello to him.

By the way, this thing is taking care of him these days.He kind of remembered.He asked, "Where am I?"

Only when he opened his mouth did he realize that his voice was so hoarse that he was tired of even speaking.

Then, the door opened.He saw the person coming in, but he still couldn't make up his mind.He stared blankly as he walked to his bedside.

"Don't you know me?"

The familiar annoying sound.

Tazito finally recovered from his distraction.He coughed and said weakly, "Is there any smoke..."

Mr. 11: "...No. You are forbidden to smoke and drink these two days."

Tazito had no comment.After a while, he asked again: "Where are those people?"

Mr. 11: "Let them run."

"Where did you go..."

"Wait until you get better."

This person woke up and didn't ask a word about himself, his mind was full of thinking about something...

Mr. 11 was thinking about it when Tazito finally asked, "How many days have I slept?"

Mr. 11 told him that he had been lying like this for the sixth day.

Tazito thought for a while with a dull expression, and said regretfully, "That should be a long way... Do you have any clues?"

Mr. 11: "..."

Tazito coughed again, and Mr. Eleven motioned for the robot to give him some water.Tazito said with disgust that he never drank surface water.After a while he said he was hungry again, and said he was bored, and asked him for a terminal.By the way the bed is fucking hard, suspect the supplier who sold him the mattress did the buyer a favor.

Mr. 11's cold face finally showed a crack, revealing the expression of human beings when they see their 6-year-old nephew who is unable to take care of himself and demands a lot.

In the end, Tazito got a soft cushion and a thick blanket. He half-lyed down with a cup of hot milk bought temporarily from a nearby store, and watched the news with his knees on the terminal.Looking at the eyelids began to fight again.

And Mr. 11 got his moment of peace.