One hundred hours later, Lumbart, a doctor in Purple Arrow District 3 of the Divine Light Realm, completed the replantation surgery for Yaleriga's amputated limb. He brought the best bone marrow growth fluid he could get, and used superb technology and full energy to connect her nerves and blood vessels, while also taking into account those optimized motor assistance modules. Some subcutaneous materials that enhance flexibility and elasticity are not easy to buy, so Lembart had to use what he had on hand to make temporary repairs.
Throughout the entire process, Yaleriga remained awake and looked at the progress of the operation from time to time. Although Lembart gently urged her to get some sleep, she refused any sleep aids or diversions.
That's not because he doesn't trust Lembart. Even in her experience, this doctor can be said to be one of the best friends. His superb medical skills, strong sense of responsibility and abundant compassion all brought unforgettable memories to Yaleriga. She never told anyone, but it was true—there had been a time in the past when she had considered having Lembart the father of her child. This may be a fantasy for other races, but both of her bloodlines have special talents in mixed-race reproduction. Before she was trapped by the curse, she knew her body's cycle very well, and it was easy to have children with anyone. A matter of control.
Naturally, she and Lembart never developed a closer and more special relationship. There are many reasons for that. In the tradition of his native land, Lembart faithfully believed in the concept of family and took the care of others as his lifelong joy. Yaleriga felt that it was very respectable, but it was still difficult to imagine herself becoming someone's "wife". The Evangelical people had never acted like this.
After the operation was completed, he helped her sit up and asked her to try to see if she could move normally. The result of the operation was ideal, but it still could not restore her original flexibility immediately.
"Ya," Lembart said in his deep, rich bark, calling them by their old nickname, "you should rest for a while."
"There's something waiting for me to do."
"Traveling doesn't have to be a busy time. I see that you are not living in poverty now - but I still didn't expect you to have a boat. The appearance doesn't look like your style. Who gave you this little gift? "
"Not bad." Yaleriga said, "It's my boat now. But there is still a final payment."
There was still a smile in Lembart's wet and bright eyes, but he was inevitably a little more confused. He assured Yaleriga that if she really needed financial assistance to pay the final payment of the spacecraft, his career and savings could provide some help from a friend's perspective.
"I won't ask what caused you to be injured like this." He affirmed, "But, Ya, no matter how expensive the asset is, it cannot be compared with health. Many people will forget this because of the advancement of regenerative surgery, and many patients who died are not Because they can't afford the medication, they neglect maintenance until they end up in a situation where they can't immediately contact a doctor. You're the one who often ends up in this situation."
"I remember. Do you have other patients?"
"I took a leave of absence."
"It's not common for you."
"For you, I think some appropriate concessions can be made on principle."
Yaleriga hugged him. However, when Lembart proposed to stay with the Silence for a while to ensure that her injuries were fully recovered, Yaleriga refused. The "Purple Arrow" Star Gate is one of the most developed areas in the entire Divine Light World, and the residents there are accustomed to a safe and stable environment. She knew that Lembart had a strong body and excellent endurance, perhaps tougher than the largest members of his race, but he had never been a fighter or a killer. A medical practitioner like him who is physically strong and lacks the desire to attack is always overestimated in his combat power, but if he faces a cruel and murderous natural enemy, he may be quite vulnerable.
"I'll go back and see you after this is over," she promised him.
"The kind without any injuries?"
"If you think that's what worries you the most, then maybe I'll get you a cat."
Lembart undoubtedly took this remark as a racial joke. He said gently: "Ya, I don't hate cat people."
"You haven't seen it yet."
He still rested with her for a few hours. While waiting for the bones to heal, Lembart found several books written by writers of his own race from his luggage and read them to her. Yaleriga had some vague impressions of the famous writer Kim Chachatan's Family Meditations. She felt that this book had a strong personal style of Lembart, even though there were considerable differences between him and his original ancestors in terms of bloodline, lifespan and thinking. Regardless, she kept the book and planned to try it out in her spare time.
That seemed to amuse Lembart.
"I thought you wouldn't be too interested," he admitted. "I thought this book might sound boring to you."
“Because it’s a book about family and settled life?”
"You have a passion for danger, Ya. I think that's something to do with your species. You're too easily exposed to high-intensity information stimulation, which makes daily feelings very dull. I often encounter this when treating vicious sugar addiction. A reaction like that - it's not that your lifestyle is morbid, it's not your fault, but if you adjust it appropriately, I think it's better for your health."
"I'd consider spending the holidays at your place. Would you like something other than a cat?"
Lembart read to her for a while longer, but they did nothing more interesting. Everything that Lembart had learned long ago had been known to Yaleriga without reservation. Although his professional knowledge is rich, it needs to be honed day after day before it can really be put to use. And his life memory is like the wilderness in early spring, full of vitality, but at the same time there is no haze of dense forests and dense grass. Although he never gave her anything expensive, she still considered Lembart to be one of the best males she had ever seen. They just have different views on life, but that's not a huge regret. As far as she knew, Lembart had a high reputation in the Purple Arrow Third District, and it would not be difficult for someone like him to find an ideal companion.
By the time her legs were able to run normally, Lembart, who had been repeatedly contacted by the patient, had to return home. He was originally called from the star network by Yaleriga, and passed through three tunnel doors that required identity authentication and proof of residence before he finally arrived at this civilized open space outside the world of divine light. At that time, Yaleriga had already copied her own legs, and was just waiting for a doctor who could operate precision equipment. She tried to do it herself, but found that it was not that easy.
She began to reconsider Qiaoqiao Tianyi's suggestion to find an intelligent system for the spacecraft, because she could not meet people like Lombard everywhere. The next time she encounters such trouble, perhaps she should let the intelligent system perform detailed operations for her. If someone runs away from home again, at least she can view the video of the entire process.
"What are you planning, Ya?" Lembart asked.
"Think about a strange phenomenon." Yaleriga said, "I found that some people are more likely to be intoxicated in self-movement and feel that they are making sacrifices."
"but?"
"Taking care of them is more difficult than taking care of babies, Lembart. I don't think that's normal."
"You love children very much, Ya. You just don't like settled life, but I find that your patience with cubs is surprisingly good. Maybe you have learned too much, which makes you more interested in unfinished things. .”
"So this is all my choice?"
"I actually rarely see you walk away. When we first met, you were teaching a kid from my tribe to play ball. He didn't have a great sense of balance, but you were very patient and seemed to know. I can definitely teach him. At that time, I thought you might be suitable to be a teacher."
"Because he is really just a child. He just doesn't understand, Lembart, it's not that he doesn't want to understand."
"It's not like you're missing the ball." Lembart asked still kindly and patiently, "You're angry. Who pissed you off?"
Yaleriga didn't answer. She hadn't said such harsh words in at least fifty sidereal years. But this was not enough. If Jing Huang stood in front of her, she would have a lot to say. But eventually she restrained herself. She is an adult woman with a mature mind and has dealt with a lot.
She escorted Lembart for a while to make sure he left the area safely, and then began to regroup in preparation for re-entering the collapse zone. Qiaoqiao Tianyi, who had adopted an avoidant attitude during the operation, also walked out of the room and participated in their new plan. They made a list of equipment and supplies, and made a complete plan on how to deal with the killer. In addition to the pair of magic eyes, they also speculated that the killer had some other skills, fighting techniques and thermal weapons, and perhaps cat-man witchcraft. Yaleriga even encouraged Qiaoqiao Tianyi to write a letter to the person in Gate City, requesting that special channels be used to purchase goods that the White Tower usually did not sell openly.
The reply came slowly and conservatively, as if he was suspicious of the cat-man killer described in the letter. All this was within Yaleriga's expectation, so she was not disappointed and just continued her preparations. The disappearance of the owner of the Silence, or in other words, the former owner, actually prompted her to prepare more carefully. When the Cat Killer appeared again, she didn't expect Jing Huang to jump out too, and they also had to find the abandoned baby criminal - and they would probably find Jing Huang at the same time - she was determined to do things until she was satisfied. .
That took her a lot of time. At least three times more time passed after the operation, until all the weapons and supplies were in place, and her legs and feet were as flexible as before, they finally restarted their journey and returned to the dark tide that had frustrated her.
