The man in the wheelchair was about to ask something, but suddenly his expression changed... Although his complexion was not good-looking to begin with, it was now paler than paper.
Seeing that the other party was about to say something, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his face the next moment. They kept accumulating, and in a moment his forehead and temples were covered with sweat. The man in military uniform hurriedly wanted to go over to check, but saw that the other party's bony wrist bones were hanging on his legs, and his fingertips were drooping weakly along the bend of his knees.
The man's knees were empty below his kneecaps, and his trouser legs were empty below his calves. He just landed on the footrests of the mechanical wheelchair.
This is normal in modern times, and can only be regarded as an unfortunate event in life. But it is very unusual in the interstellar space.
In this world where technology and bioengineering have developed to such an extent, regeneration of severed limbs is not something far-fetched.
Although it is indeed not practical in terms of cost, and after being connected, it is not the original one, there will definitely be some incompatibility in operation, and the recovery period is quite long, and it needs to be regularly injected with maintenance fluid to maintain its relatively long effectiveness. Otherwise, it may take less than 20 to 30 years to replace it again.
And even if it is due to price or other reasons, there are semi-mechanical and semi-biological prostheses that can be installed, which are no different from the real ones, and you can even customize some functional prostheses according to your needs.
In short, there are really few people with limb disabilities in the interstellar world, and there are corresponding treatment plans for various terminal illnesses. Except for congenital genetic diseases and diseases caused by certain biological toxins, there are basically no terminal illnesses in the interstellar world that cannot be cured by humans.
Not to mention that the young man was qualified to sit in the privileged seat arranged by the school. His mechanical wheelchair, which looked quite simple in appearance, was obviously a high-end product handmade by a mecha master. Even the wheels were made of hexapeptide alloy used in the manufacture of high-end mechas.
How could such a person not have the money for limb reconstruction? Judging from his terminally ill appearance, it is estimated that his body cannot support his limb transplantation, so he can only maintain this deformed appearance.
The man in military uniform naturally knew where he was feeling unwell, and even now he couldn't believe that the man who was once so strong had become so weak and incomplete. But this was the fact.
The man in military uniform was about to half squat to check on his superior, but he seemed to suddenly think of something and stopped moving. In the end, he could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and asked softly, "If you are not feeling well, do you want me to take you back first? Xiaowen can come and pick him up later."
The wheelchair man was silent for a while, neither saying yes nor no. Just when the man in military uniform was about to make a decision for him, he said weakly, "It's an old problem. It doesn't hurt much today."
It doesn't hurt, but it still hurts.
Knowing the root cause of the other's current misery and disability, and watching him weaken day by day, the young man understood his pain better than anyone else. But the sad thing was that he was powerless and had no way to comfort him. He could only watch like this.
Just by looking at it, he felt sad from the bottom of his heart. So how sad would you be...
"Well, it's rare for me to come out. Don't let me return disappointed."
"Besides, I promised that kid to come and see him. That guy is very stubborn. He has been making a lot of trouble for the past month to beg me to come. The housework he promised to do was all hindrance. Even the housekeeper couldn't stand it. I don't know how I would throw a tantrum if he turned around and walked back." The frail man in the wheelchair seemed to be very dissatisfied with the "kid" he was talking about, but his tone was so intimate and full of love that was hard to ignore.
The love and care expressed in her was almost beyond words.
The man in military uniform, who had been looking heavy-hearted, couldn't help but smile helplessly when he heard this: "I didn't expect Xiaowen to be so lively when he grew up. You must have had a lot of headaches these years. These years have passed without you noticing."
"Yes, it's very annoying. Fortunately, he has finally grown up to this age. If he doesn't grow up, I will be unable to help but throw him back to the capital system to be raised by his grandfather." The man smiled and pressed his forehead helplessly. His frail figure unexpectedly revealed some of his past elegance under such a smile.
"He... It's been two weeks, and he hasn't been eliminated yet. Looks like he's lucky this time. I thought he could last half a week."
"How can you say that about your own child? It can't be just half a week. You must have some misunderstanding about the child. After all, he is..." Your child.
Your children, descendants of the legendary founders of an empire.
But the sickly man waved his hand and said, "I don't know him yet. He has ordinary talent, is careless, and is timid. His mental talent is just barely acceptable. He can't do anything well. But... that's okay." Although he was constantly belittling and scrutinizing him, his brows were so relieved at this moment, as if this was his lifelong wish.
The more he listened, the more outrageous it sounded. Seeing the other person's brows drooping and gradually immersed in some past memory, the people next to him thought something was wrong and tried to find something fresh to immediately divert the other person's attention.
Suddenly, the screen that was broadcasting on their side switched to a certain scene. The man in military uniform's eyes lit up and he quickly reminded the people next to him to look.
—In the center of the picture is a team of five people.
Before we knew it, the orienteering race had already lasted for more than two hours. During this period, people were constantly eliminated, and the number of eliminated people in both the general professional area and the military professional area reached an extremely high level.
But as time goes by, after experiencing the test of the initial melee where everyone is unprepared, most of those who remain are those who have a little bit of intelligence. Those who are inexperienced and cannot adjust themselves well will be eliminated almost at the beginning.
And they gradually realized that continuing such a melee would be detrimental to the entire situation and would make the exercise meaningless.
After leaving the initial melee and entanglement of the war zone, they gradually entered into this "hunting" game.
Obviously, individual strength is limited, and the best option is to find reliable teammates to form a team to share combat power and share "life".
But within two weeks, many teams appeared on the training ground like mushrooms after rain, and there was even a squadron formed by the combination of several teams.
Those on the list who have formed teams also have numbers suffixed after their names to distinguish them.