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"Yes, Mr. Xia cured me, well, part of it..." Patriot's voice was still hoarse and low, but it no longer had that feeling of something blocking his mouth that made it difficult to speak.

"Cured? Oripathy?!" Kal'tsit looked at Xia Lin with an almost horrified expression. What does it mean to be cured of Oripathy? It means that the suffering of the Infected and Kazdel can be completely ended, and they will be as normal as patients with ordinary diseases.

"It's not a cure, it's really not." Replacing all the diseased organs with artificial ones has absolutely nothing to do with curing the disease; it's just repair. "If he stops taking the medication, the disease will relapse immediately, or even faster."

The drug only acts as a blockade, preventing the absorption of excess Originium particles.

This is similar to an addictive drug, which can lead to severe dependence. The body gradually stops digesting and metabolizing Originium on its own, and instead dissolves more Originium particles due to life activities.

Once the medication and this filtration and dialysis process are stopped, the cells' absorption will reach its peak instantly, and the Originium crystals will grow at a faster rate than before, even posing a fatal risk. This is why Xia Lin only gives others auxiliary medications and does not perform this type of surgery or thorough treatment.

As the first person to receive the medication, White Rabbit has developed a serious condition. If the medication is stopped and the function of the small filter implant in her pelvis is interrupted, her Oripathy will relapse instantly, at an even faster rate than before.

She even reached an extremely dangerous state of equilibrium. According to Xia Lin's examination of her body, the Originium components were beginning to accumulate in her brain.

If a large-scale relapse occurs and is not treated in time, Originium crystals will rapidly condense in her brain, piercing the brain marrow. If she's lucky, she'll be paralyzed from the neck down; if she's unlucky, she'll die on the spot.

This situation also caused her nervous system to become extremely sensitive to Originium. Without developing symptoms of Oripathy, her Originium Arts were greatly enhanced. According to tests conducted by Patriots and the Shield Guards, when she was unarmed, she was almost equivalent to a caster wielding a high-powered military staff at full power.

The only saving grace now is that Xia Lin is using genuine Star Alliance surgical instruments and equipment. It's hard to say whether this implant or the White Rabbit will die first, as long as she doesn't treat the Originium like candy, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Yes, we also considered surgical removal combined with blocking agents, but it ultimately failed due to severe drug dependence and the low success rate of the surgery."

Furthermore, many patients' organs are covered in Originium; if we choose to remove them, we might kill the patient while curing them.

As a qualified research supervisor, if you ask Kal'tsit what inventions and research achievements she has made, she probably wouldn't be able to say anything.

However, they are very clear about the progress, direction and results of the various research projects at Babel, and can also provide the medical department with a lot of valuable medical and training experience in the future at Rhode Island.

It can be said that Rhodes Island's medical department was almost entirely built up by her, which is enough to demonstrate her excellent skills as a research director and project leader.

As for putting her in a lab and letting her try it herself, she probably wouldn't be able to figure anything out at all—

However, just as a war needs strategists and commanders in addition to fierce generals, a qualified research director can save everyone from many detours and reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Hmm, Patriot, where are you going dressed like that..."

“A group of thugs is heading towards an infected settlement. They are our former comrades. I can’t just stand by and do nothing.” Patriot had already put on his gear. His armor had also been modified by Xia Lin, mainly in terms of material and power.

"Well, if it's reliable, we can bring some of them back. We're also a bit short of manpower here right now."

"Yes, I will." Patriot turned the helmet in his hand to face himself. Under the alloy helmet, which resembled a deer skull, a pair of dark red eyes met his gaze. Then he put on the helmet, transforming once again from an old Ursus farmer sitting on the edge of a field into the silent, tall, and strong warrior.

How did you resolve the issue of organ damage in patients during Originium removal?

"Oh, didn't we say that we wouldn't discuss these specific methods?"

“Yes, it was my fault…” Kal'tsit readjusted her posture.

"However, there's nothing secret about it. It's very simple: remove the organ that's covered in Originium and replace it with a new one..."

"Pfft!" The tea he had just drunk immediately sprayed out.

"Stare—" The white rabbit, holding a teapot and standing to the side like an obedient maid, stared at the water stains on the ground, then looked at Xia Lin, her eyes clearly saying, "Let this old lynx clean it up herself!" The latter could only respond with a helpless expression.

"Sorry, it's just that it's too... shocking." Kal'tsit's face flushed slightly, but what was she just saying?

Replace it? You're here to repair a car? This engine is broken and difficult to fix. Let's buy a new one and replace it. Do you think human organs can be replaced so easily?

"It is indeed quite difficult. I don't have many artificial organs, and as for autologous cloning, the Terran's physique doesn't seem to be suitable for this, and there's also a risk of rejection. I lack the professional skills and equipment, so it's difficult to make targeted adjustments."

Autologous artificial organ transplantation anti-rejection technology is something the Covenant invested hundreds of billions of star coins and spent nearly 15 years researching. It was only after they had almost completely figured out the human immune mechanism and how the immune system works. Expecting Xia Lin to come up with a "Terra-specific adapted version" of the technology here is probably just a pipe dream.

"So Dr. Kal'tsit is planning to stay."

"Well, but I don't have enough medicine and equipment. If Mr. Xia is hoping that I can cure these patients with Oripathy, he's probably dreaming."

"I can handle some of the medicines. I can't tell you the manufacturing formula, but I do have the basic pharmacology and toxicology instructions."

Xia Lin operated the PNIS for a moment, then quickly turned around and went to the workroom to retrieve a thick stack of printing paper, handing it to Kal'tsit.

"They are mainly inexpensive antibiotics and...veterinary drugs, but with slight adjustments to the dosage and usage, they can also be used on humans..."

"Hmm, I'll look into it when I get back." Kal'tsit didn't mince words; someone that warrior could trust should be trustworthy... probably.

The village was ablaze, and the unrestrained and maniacal laughter of the mob echoed through the burning settlement. As fellow infected, they showed no fear whatsoever.

Women, food, and anything else that looked valuable were all targeted for looting. Only a small warehouse near the end of the village remained untouched.

This wasn't because they had a change of heart, but because a group of warriors of unknown origin were guarding the area. Although they were few in number, they were all equipped with the elite Ursus military gear and, with the help of the terrain and their equipment, they repelled several attacks by the rioters.

After realizing they couldn't crack this tough nut, the thugs shifted their focus to others. Violence and bloodshed spread like rivers around every house, and the pus of humanity stained both victims and perpetrators beyond recognition.

If nothing unexpected happens, these surviving victims will soon be coerced into becoming new perpetrators, using the blood and tears of other vulnerable people to soothe their own fearful hearts.

“Miss, their numbers are increasing; we can’t hold out for long.” A guard entered, carrying a blood-dripping weapon, causing the women and children who had taken refuge in the warehouse to huddle together frantically in a corner. “Besides, even if we drive them away, this place isn’t suitable as a base to hold off the Ursus extermination forces…”

With most people dead and stored food either burned or looted, there was a shortage of people and food, and a pile of ruins to rebuild. Just surviving was difficult enough, let alone resisting the advance of Ursus.

“But…we can’t just leave them here.” Talulah looked at the trembling children and women, while only a thin girl with antlers was trying her best to comfort the others.

“They have suffered enough. If we abandon them, no one can save them and no one will care about them.”

“Uh…” The guard and Talulah exchanged glances, a forced smile appearing on their faces. “Yes, Miss, I understand, I understand, I understand everything…”

Death is an inevitable fate for those infected. Although they won't live to see the young lady's dream come true, dying on the very first step in pursuing it isn't too tragic, especially since...

The guard looked at the women, children, and elderly, and at the crystals on their bodies, which indicated they were also infected.

If you can't even protect this group of people, and you use the so-called big picture, reason, and strategy to convince yourself to abandon them, then how can you say that you are fighting to protect the interests of more infected people?

Those who achieve great things must make sacrifices, and sacrifice is the noble act of dedicating oneself to ideals and enlightenment, not the forced act of giving away the money of others.

Today, they can sacrifice a group of women and children for the great cause; tomorrow, they can sacrifice an entire village, an entire city, using the blood and bones of countless people to build a road to the highest realm for themselves.

Talulah had no desire to choose this path; what difference was there between it and her adoptive father, that old viper?

Essentially, it means that from the beginning, one places oneself in an arrogant position that is superior to everyone else, a position that allows one to decide the life and death of others.

Once you start, you'll start again and again. Each time, the difficulty of convincing yourself to abandon your principles and conscience decreases, until all that's left is an empty shell called "Great Cause."

The Reunion Movement went astray from the very first time Talulah, in a fit of rage, allowed the infected to vent their violence, until she herself tasted the bitter fruit of her actions and completely collapsed.

However, she has not yet witnessed the ugliness of the Ursus civilians, nor has she discovered that the lower classes are not as simple and honest as she imagined. They are just as cunning and cruel, capable of doing anything to survive. She remains an idealist detached from worldly affairs.

The sounds of killing outside the door gradually subsided, becoming deathly silent. This silence was different from usual, giving people the feeling that something was approaching. Even the crackling of the flames gradually disappeared, leaving only a profound stillness in the world.

"Hmm?" The old black snake, who was discussing the winter offensive with a military nobleman, suddenly paused, his cheek twitching slightly, but his face still maintained that inscrutable smile. "Interesting—"

He thought he had cornered the young emperor, but little did he know that the emperor had no intention of playing according to the rules of the game.

The reason for choosing Talulah to carry out this plan was because the little girl's identity was very special. Originally, it was thought that even if His Majesty saw through it, he would not dare to take action and add a new enemy to Ursus. It seems that he was wrong. The little emperor is not his father.

"We were originally of the same kind... This is interesting." The Black Serpent looked towards Saint-Germain Castle, feeling a sense of excitement and satisfaction at meeting a worthy opponent, as if he were staring at a certain gaze across the distance, while the latter declared, "I am the nation!"

If the royal family cannot maintain its status and power, then they will drag the entire Ursus down with them. Even if that girl has the blood of a high-ranking noble from both the Great Yan and Victoria, as long as she threatens them, they will eliminate her even if it means being besieged by both countries.

"Very good, very good, as expected of His Majesty." Black Serpent laughed happily. That's how it should be, that's how it should be. A person who abandons emotions and humanity should have this kind of awareness of being a lonely and isolated person. The old emperor, on the other hand, took the glory of Ursus too seriously and treated people too much like human beings. Therefore, in the eyes of the nobles, the old emperor was a mad king.

"Uh..." Three people completely encased in protective suits. No, they should be some kind of creature standing on the land littered with corpses. Black matter, like a swamp, slowly swallowed the bodies. No one knew how they did it, nor when they arrived.

The black earth spread out in all directions, quiet, churning, and silent.

"Every man is a kingdom, and wherever they go, that is the land of Ursus!"

The head of the "Inner Guard" tried hard to keep his teeth chattering and clashing together.

[PS]

Black Serpent: I have checkmated you. Will you force a truce or admit defeat, Your Majesty?

Little Emperor: Okay, I choose to send out three landmines to blow up your pieces;

Black Snake: Aren't we playing chess?

Little Emperor: Aren't we playing Chinese chess?

Xia Lin: Wait, isn't this Go? Gold edges, silver corners, grass belly, I'm raising a big dragon in the corner and nobody cares?

Chapter Seventy: The Noble Joyful Lamp

Chapter 70

"My dearest daughter, protector and perpetrator alike, a vile heart beating beneath a noble exterior..." The black snake's words seemed to echo in my ears, "The young emperor wants to destroy 'the era of the former emperor,' he doesn't love the infected, nor does he love Ursus, he only loves himself..."

"Nonsense!" Talulah burst out as if hysterically. Ever since the appearance of the inner guards, not only her, but everyone's mind seemed to have sunk into an absurd dream.

"Tsk tsk, look at your journey. This great nation of Ursus either perishes in silence or is reborn in flames. I just helped them out. Only through struggle and plunder can this nation survive."

The black snake's figure was like a towering tower standing on the wasteland, and its absurd and unrestrained smile made Talulah feel nauseous.

"The late emperor loved Ursus more than anyone else. He knew that only war could awaken the people of Ursus. Only the most intense stimulation could touch them amidst the numbness caused by endless suffering."

"What disgusting twisted logic!" Talulah gripped the hilt of her black sword tightly. "You wouldn't be suggesting that you love them just as much, would you, Duke Koschche?"

"Of course, my daughter," the black serpent said, extending its hand condescendingly. "Come on, don't resist. Only I can save you, save Ursus. You should know what the appearance of that monster means."

"No!" Talulah struggled to maintain her standing posture, the hilt of her sword digging painfully into her palm. Only the pain could keep her conscious for a fleeting moment.

"You're still too naive. It doesn't matter, I still have time..." Black Serpent chuckled. He had plenty of time, and Talulah would inevitably submit to his will.

Because this naive girl will soon see the cruel reality and sorrow beneath those lofty ideals.

Ursus, a great nation, with its vast snowfields and frozen tundra, and the demons that surge into its endless ice deserts, its existence and rise must be built on countless flesh and bones. Only war and plunder can maintain the integrity of this nation, and when this war machine stops, it will either decay in silence or collapse in civil war.

The old emperor was the one who saw things most clearly. If Ursus wanted to survive, it had to use the infected as fuel and feed countless lives into the meat grinder.

Because only the dead can become nourishment for the living, and the little emperor… Black Snake showed an interested expression.

The young emperor was actually one of his own kind. In the eyes of the infected and the common people, Duke Kosiché was a benevolent man. He allowed the infected to gather around his city and even allowed them to enter the city to look for work.

However, this did not change the difficult survival situation for ordinary people and those infected. With limited resources, each additional competitor means that everyone receives a smaller share.

The common people dared not and could not question the Duke's benevolent decision, the infected thanked him for his generosity, and then what?

Civilians hate infected people because they steal their chance to survive; infected people hate ordinary people because they discriminate against them, and harm, struggle, and killing are ever-present in their territory.

The outward appearance of treating the people well and the actual division into factions, splitting them into different camps to fight each other, and exhausting themselves in internal strife, are not contradictory, just as the young emperor did.

The army opposed him, the people opposed him, and the nobles opposed him—perhaps his policies brought a little mercy to the infected, but in essence, they were still just a means to weaken the warlords.

The mines enslaved and slaughtered countless infected, but they also sheltered countless others. The profits from the Originium trade undeniably supported these infected. When the young emperor wanted to close all the mines, such a massive number of infected miners were released...

The black snake seemed to have already seen that chaotic, twisted, and war-torn scene.

And these cruel truths will eventually be witnessed by his innocent and naive daughter. In the end, she will accept his ideas, become his perfect new vessel, and allow him to completely grasp the power of the infected.