The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 578 Quagmire
Huan Heng was not a contemporary of Zhou Yuanjing; strictly speaking, he was considerably younger than Zhou Yuanjing. Even considering the years since his death, he was only sixty or seventy years old; he died too young.

But don't underestimate him because of his youth—age is not a standard for judging talent in the military. Often, many brilliant minds complete almost their entire lives' journey and reach the pinnacle of their careers in their youthful years, and then spend the next few centuries constantly seeking breakthroughs or maintaining their current achievements.

Huan Heng was such an atypical person. He became a legion commander in his forties, and within ten years he commanded three major legions, achieving countless victories. He was considered a legendary figure at the time. Some even regarded him as the next Zhou Yuanjing.

Unfortunately, even such a man could not escape the cruel tricks of fate. He died tragically in battle, and not long after, the fate of his wife and son, who were left behind in the central star sector, became unknown. The three legions he once led disintegrated, and thereafter, there was no more legend of Shuanggen.

Along with his wife and children, "...One winter, a great fire broke out in the residence of the late Commander Huan in the capital. Villains murdered his wife, and all fifty-six people in the house were burned to death. His only son disappeared without a trace." This became a mere few lines of thin record.

Huan Xian was brought back and temporarily placed under the guardianship of his former comrades from the Fourteenth Army Corps, but he could no longer be a normal person. Over the years, his body and mind had undergone inhuman modifications, far exceeding the capabilities of an ordinary person—he was destined never to be an ordinary person in his life.

His brief time on campus was just a temporary stop; sooner or later he would have to return to his daily routine at the military headquarters.

Over the years, he has followed the military's orders to carry out various missions. Although he is still a minor, he is treated the same as a full-fledged sergeant, and many of his military merits have not even been recognized or promoted yet. Given his background, it is not surprising that he receives such preferential treatment.

There used to be two or three people monitoring his condition in the outside monitoring room, but today Zhou Yuanjing happened to be unwell, so most of the therapists were temporarily removed, leaving only one here just in case.

After all, although Huan Xian's condition has stabilized, his body is still relatively fragile, and he needs a considerable amount of time to overcome the challenges.

The person in the room coughed softly, seemingly having woken up, but the room remained quiet, even their breathing was very light, as if they had no vitality at all.

Almost immediately, the door to the room opened, and a woman in a therapist's uniform walked in, her footsteps very light, as if she were afraid of disturbing the person inside.

"Halt!" A cold, seemingly inanimate voice suddenly rang in his mind, carrying a strong sense of tremor that rendered him unable to move.

'Please ask Orlando to come here.' The voice echoed in her mind again.

The therapist, as if waking from a dream, quickly fled the therapy room. She hadn't even heard what the person was saying; she only knew she needed to get out of there—this person was terrifying.

Huan Xian's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. After regaining his senses, his mental power, rarely displayed in his usual fierce manner, spread unrestrainedly throughout the entire space, like countless flexible tentacles tearing through every corner, determined to strip this place clean.

His mental strength has never been that of a docile lamb; it is extremely powerful, destructive, and aggressive, to the point that even awakened beings of his level usually cannot tolerate it. Furthermore, with his growth over the years, his mental strength has become even stronger, and his connections in all aspects have also improved, making almost everyone and everything that gets close to him either unable to hide or powerless to resist.

He grew into an increasingly terrifying presence, just as those in the military had predicted, which also sparked some dissenting voices.

Normally he's fine; he can control his energy fairly well. But resting or being seriously injured are the times when his self-awareness is most vulnerable.

Just like now—all the medical devices that were previously functioning normally have gone out of control, bouncing up and down like they're jumping off a building, some even completely shutting down. The energy detector on top immediately stopped registering an alarm and started emitting rapid alarm sounds.

After quickly surveying the small space, the spiritual energy seemed to discover an opening leading outside and immediately began to move outwards. "Mr. Huan!" A familiar set of footsteps approached rapidly, the person speaking anxiously with a hint of joy.

The boy, who had been lying indifferently on the hospital bed, seemed to wake up suddenly. His pupils cleared instantly, and then his ferocious spiritual energy, as if receiving some kind of information, flowed back like a tide, either in strands or in large swathes, and soon all of it returned to his body.

"You're finally awake." This was Huan Xian's second time regaining consciousness since his last emergency treatment. The first time he was awake, it was for too short a time; he only managed to ask a couple of questions before he passed out again.

After several rounds of treatment, the patient's condition finally improved, and the need for daily injections of various probiotics was eliminated.

Huan Xian nodded slightly.

Orlando sat down comfortably on the stool next to him, put down the thick stack of documents in his hand, and asked the person who had already half-sat up, "How are you feeling now?"

"good."

“It’s not that you’re better just because you don’t feel uncomfortable anymore. Your body can give you a lot of signals, and you have to be honest… Your body and organs were once so badly damaged, even close to a level one infection. Although the initial dangerous phase has passed, this is no joke.” Orlando was somewhat speechless. He was most afraid of this kind of cold-hearted guy.

"Not bad? As far as he knew, even someone with excellent physical condition would be in excruciating pain after such an injury, receiving so many life-sustaining drugs, and going through rounds of treatment... their eyes would be in unbearable pain. How could they not feel anything? Is this guy just incredibly resilient?"

The boy shook his head. His body was indeed in pain, but it was telling him that everything was healing. Having survived that day's ordeal, he wouldn't give up and die after being rescued.

Orlando was caught off guard and didn't know what to say for a moment.

This guy is bizarre, absolutely bizarre! He's even more difficult to deal with than Marshal Zhou, and he's terrifyingly similar to his stubborn father. What am I supposed to do?!

"Fine, fine, I know you guys are the most tolerant. I don't care about you anymore, it's not me who's in pain anyway."

"Come on, since it doesn't hurt, let's do the examination. I need to see what we need to do next."

Huan Xian nodded indifferently and agreed.

"By the way, Marshal Zhou's son came several times while you were unconscious, almost more often than I, the attending physician. That kid is quite kind-hearted; if it weren't for his insistence, you might not have been able to use this batch of expedited medical equipment in time. You should thank him properly later. Speaking politely, don't always be like your father... always with that stern face."

"No need, he's my friend."

(End of this chapter)