The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 230 Announcement
Jiang Hui found a rope and tied it around the middle of her right thigh, not too tight but not too loose, just enough to reduce the speed of blood flow.

Even after more than two weeks of rest, Jiang Hui is much better.

The medicines from interstellar space are truly extraordinary. If I had suffered such an injury on Earth, even if I went to the hospital for treatment, I would probably be in excruciating pain for the entire day.

After Jiang Hui applied the medicine, the pain subsided significantly after about a week. The wound felt cool, numb, and itchy, as if it was healing.

However, Zhou Xiuwen, who seemed to have a lot of experience in this area, told her that this was not healing, but rather that the wound medicine powder was forming a low-limit biofilm, which could protect the exposed muscle tissue and blood vessels to prevent excessive strain on the wound from subsequent activities.

This is also a commonly used emergency drug by the military, usually used in combination with special drugs, so that the wounded can carry out non-essential activities afterward.

However, even the best medicine can't heal instantly, nor is it a miracle cure. Her injury won't heal without proper treatment and rest. Jiang Hui also needs to be mentally prepared to face various problems during the next ten weeks of travel, so she needs to make thorough preparations before setting off.

Jiang Hui put protective gear on her ankles, wrists, and waist to reduce strain and provide support.

This thing serves a similar purpose to the protective gear on Earth, but the one issued by the school is quasi-military standard protective gear, which is generally used in military training and actual combat. Its specifications are already extremely high for daily use.

Fortunately, Jiang Hui and his friends picked up a few sets from that unknown warehouse, otherwise they wouldn't be able to find them now.

However, after bringing this whole set along, Jiang Hui realized why, despite its great sound, Huan Xian and Zhou Xiuwen didn't seem to care much about it—because it was too heavy.

I don't know what kind of material this thing is made of. It feels slippery to the touch, without any sense of fabric. The material is delicate and fits the skin very well, but it still has a certain weight.

When she put this on, it was like she was wearing 2-5KG weights on her wrists, ankles, and waist. Each weight wasn't heavy for an interstellar person, but together they weighed about 40-50 kilograms.

Jiang Hui clearly felt that her movement speed had slowed down significantly, her flexibility had been affected, and even the precision of her wrists and legs had decreased slightly.

This is a sniper's paradise outside. What's the difference between her doing this and dragging a plane? Jiang Hui initially refused to use it after trying it, but Huan Xian, Zhou Xiuwen, and even the newly arrived Hillman strongly persuaded her to use it.

She knew that her injury was no small matter in its current state. Improper handling could not only affect the outcome of the match, but could also have some adverse effects on her health.

Jiang Hui wasn't the type to ignore advice. She also realized that the previous accident seemed to have put her in a very unfavorable situation, and her teammates were trying their best to reduce the impact, while also considering the physical strain on her body and the issue of subsequent treatment.

She couldn't be so ungrateful, could she? So in the end, Jiang Hui still dragged this somewhat cumbersome set off.

The initial impression upon putting it on was like this, and after using it, it was even more so. This thing is really heavy and quite restrictive. Jiang Hui tried to launch a preemptive attack with her gun, but the result was not ideal. She was worried that it would affect her shooting accuracy at crucial moments.

However, Jiang Hui thought she could probably understand why her teammates insisted she wear this set of coordinated protective gear. It was heavy and had many limitations, but its function was indeed as its name suggested: it could automatically adjust and coordinate with her limbs for protection.

With Jiang Hui's right leg injured, these protective gears adjust their center of gravity and rhythm according to the frequency and trajectory of her muscle contractions, reducing the burden on her right leg. The whole process is very natural; with the help of the gears, she unconsciously completes the adjustment and protection. In terms of long-term benefits, wearing these items is indeed more advantageous for Jiang Hui. Alas, it's all her own fault for not being strong enough. If she hadn't injured her leg and it had healed, the situation would be much better now.

Jiang Hui dragged his slightly heavy body and continued to fight guerrilla warfare with his teammates, but the efficiency was still lower than before because the speed had inevitably slowed down.

However, with the team's cooperation, the four who had adjusted their strategy still managed to ambush five squads in a row, seemingly regaining their previous rhythm. Jiang Hui also gradually adapted to the feeling of carrying heavy loads, slowly returning to the efficiency of scoring points in five-on-two situations, which impressed Hillman greatly.

Just when everyone thought that the next nine stars would be spent in this relatively "slacking off" state, reality quickly dealt them a heavy blow—especially for some people.

"It feels like there are fewer and fewer people left in the training ground. I wonder how many are left. There are still nine stars left. I hope we won't have nothing to do," Hillman said, somewhat bored.

Joining this team went incredibly smoothly, just as he had imagined. His superiors were all extremely formidable figures, and teams that faced them rarely put up a fight. He, on the other hand, seemed to be just coasting along, not contributing much, which made him feel quite embarrassed.

Zhou Xiuwen rolled his eyes at the other person: "You wish! I'd like to too. I've been working for over twenty stars without much rest, and I want to finish early and go back to rest. But do you think the guys who've stayed this long are any ordinary people? Do you think they'd leave us with nothing to do?"

Indeed, as time went on, the prey became fewer and fewer, and those who remained were almost all hunters.

Even if these people don't scheme, others will go to great lengths to scheme against them. In short, it's a zero-sum game; only one side can survive.

If they want to continue to stand in this arena, they can't really relax; otherwise, they might as well just lie down and wait for the result.

Huan Xian withdrew his scattered spiritual energy and turned it back to Jiang Hui: "How is the wound?"

Jiang Hui shook her head. It was the same old story; the wound was taut, and because of the medicinal powder, she had lost sensation, making it quite uncomfortable. Moreover, the wound would inevitably reopen when she moved, and blood would seep from the bandage, making it appear like she was under considerable pressure.

She herself was somewhat afraid to look, lest she recall the bright red muscle tissue exposed to the air at that time. It was truly a challenge to her nerves.

"..."

"What's wrong?" Huan Xian asked, turning his head as if he could tell she was about to say something.

"Nothing, just..."

"The competition is now three-quarters complete, with nine stars remaining. We are now announcing the current overall standings for all participants on-site. The results will be updated across the entire training ground in weekly increments."

What happens after the results are announced on the field? How will the situation on the field change? (Addendum: This guy's intentions are truly sinister.)

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