Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The experienced pharmacist of the Carcharodon Regiment walked at a rapid pace, following the two medical robots in front of him. Behind him followed two apprentices with focused expressions and full of curiosity.

They followed the efficiently operating medical robot closely, concentrating on learning how to use more advanced technology to treat their injured combat brothers.

At this moment, the entire medical room was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere. With everyone working together, the whole body biochemical organ specially crafted for Kurland was finally completed!

Now, the most critical moment has arrived. These vital biochemical organs must be accurately installed on Kurland's body.

Fortunately, since these biochemical organs are made based on genetic samples extracted from Kurland himself, they are highly compatible with Kurland's body and will hardly cause any rejection reaction.

This means that once these biochemical organs are precisely connected to Kurland's wounds and various magical repair potions are used in conjunction with them, the perfect integration of these organs with Kurland's body can be achieved.

While the staff in the medical room were working against the clock, the corridor outside the medical room was also crowded with people.

Tiberus crossed his arms, frowned, and never took his eyes off the closed door of the operating room; El beside him paced back and forth, his face full of anxiety.

In addition, several company commanders were also waiting here quietly, and everyone was deeply concerned about the success or failure of Kurland's operation.

More importantly, Kurland was only the first Space Marine to receive treatment.

If Kurland's operation is successfully completed and he is successfully restored to health, then the subsequent veterans of the regiment who are forced to curl up in the Dreadnought and struggle to survive will also have the opportunity to receive the most perfect treatment and completely bid farewell to the Dreadnought that has eternally tortured them physically and mentally.

This has always been the dream of Tiberus and his men. The veterans sent into the dreadnoughts are all veterans of various chapters who have experienced hundreds of battles and are highly respected.

Each of them has extremely rich combat experience and their reputation within the chapter is supreme.

If these predecessors can be successfully cured, then the current Sharknado Corps will undoubtedly usher in a leap in overall strength.

Just when everyone was full of anticipation, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the door of the medical room, which had been closed, suddenly opened. The pharmacist rushed out of the medical room with an excited look on his face.

Tiberus and others, who had already gathered around the door of the medical room, rushed forward eagerly like a tide after seeing the pharmacist emerge from the medical room, and surrounded the pharmacist tightly in the center.

Everyone's face seemed to be occupied by the two emotions of anxiety and worry, and the deep wrinkles were clearly visible as if they were carved with a knife.

Their lips trembled, and they asked loudly and eagerly:

"What's going on?"

"Was the operation successful?"

"Has Senior Kurland recovered to normal?"

Although everyone had seen the joyful expression on the pharmacist's face, as long as the pharmacist did not personally tell them the good news that they were expecting, they could not completely let go of their worries and could only anxiously wait for the pharmacist's answer.

The pharmacist looked up at the anxious, almost distorted faces of the crowd. He himself became uncontrollably excited, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement as he responded:

"This surgery was absolutely perfect! Not only did it allow Senior Kurland to recover smoothly, but judging by the data from various tests, his current physical condition is absolutely impeccable and has reached an extremely ideal level!"

When the pharmacist's inspiring words reached the ears of everyone present, it was like a bombshell that instantly detonated the entire place.

For a moment, cheers rose one after another, deafening:

"Great! Now the other seniors are finally saved. They no longer have to suffer trapped in that cold and ruthless Dreadnought!"

"Yes! Once these seniors have recovered, our Carcharodon Squadron will be even more powerful and our strength will increase greatly!"

"That's right! Our Carcharhinus will be the most powerful Astartes Chapter under the Star Lord, and will only become more powerful and invincible in the future!"

In this sea of ​​jubilation, Tiberius's face also revealed an expression of great excitement, but he still maintained that rare composure.

He calmed down his turbulent emotions a bit, then slowly asked the pharmacist, "Can we go in and see how Senior Kurland is doing?"

"Now that the operation is complete, you can go in and watch." The pharmacist nodded in response.

When the pharmacist spoke, everyone rushed into the medical room, leaving Tiberus and the pharmacist where they were.

As everyone filed into the medical room, their eyes were instantly drawn to Kurland, who lay quietly on the bed. Kurland at this moment was completely different from when he was just taken out of the Dreadnought!

Those shocking and incomplete parts of the body have now been perfectly repaired, as if they had never been injured.

What is even more amazing is that the surgical sutures that once covered his body like a dense spider web have now disappeared without a trace, replaced by smooth and silky skin, as if a completely normal and healthy person is lying quietly in bed resting.

Tiberus walked into the medical room with steady steps, his eyes fixed on Kurland who was still in a coma.

Seeing the almost restored state before him, Tiberus couldn't help but feel puzzled. He asked the medical robot beside him, "Since the operation was so successful, why hasn't Senior Kurland woken up yet?"

Hearing this question, the medical robot remained expressionless, but replied in an unusually calm tone: "During the repair surgery, we injected him with a large amount of anesthesia.

If we don't do this, but directly connect those thin and fragile nerves, intricate blood vessels and strong and tough muscles.

Let alone a powerful Space Marine like you, even the most resilient and tenacious person would find it difficult to endure such excruciating pain. Ultimately, they would become insane due to the intolerable pain, or even suffer a complete nervous system collapse, leading to their death."