bioinnovel Chapter 530 Fall and Awakening!
Chapter 530 Fall and Awakening!
When Qin Xiao saw the energy reading of the Heavenly Craft Finale return to zero, he dropped the water glass in his hand.
The cup smashed on the control panel, spilling water everywhere. He didn't bother to wipe it up. He operated both hands simultaneously, stopping the pursuit program of all 108 Mo Bing units with his left hand and turning the communication channel to maximum power with his right hand.
"Brother Yan!"
no respond.
The final form on the screen transformed into a motionless metal block, its speed beginning to deflect under the pull of Jupiter's gravity, its trajectory curving towards deep space.
The vital signs panel is still lit up.
Heart rate, 31.
Blood oxygen saturation: 72%.
brainwaves...
The numbers in the brainwave column were jumping, not in a normal rhythm, but as gibberish, jumping from 200 to 12, then to 0.3, and finally turning into a string of question marks.
"Stargazing Sister!"
The stargazer's voice was two seconds ahead of his. "I see it, traction beam preheating, will activate in fifteen seconds."
Qin Xiao stared at the trajectory prediction line. The Tiangong Final Formation was accelerating away, and Jupiter's gravity was throwing it outward.
If you can't hold on within fifteen seconds, you have to chase, which will take at least forty minutes longer, as that heart rate can't last forty minutes.
"Is it too late?"
Stargazer didn't answer the question, but simply said, "Turn your frigate's thrusters around to give me a counter-deceleration force."
Qin Xiao's hands were steady as he operated the machine, but he was muttering curses under his breath.
The traction beam shot out at the thirteenth second, and the cyan energy rope caught on the damaged right arm of the Heavenly Craftsman's Final Form. The pulling force was transmitted, and the trajectory began to decelerate.
But the speed was too high, and the deceleration was insufficient.
Qin Xiao adjusted the frigate 180 degrees, and the main thrusters were outputting full power in reverse, causing the entire ship to shake.
Thirty seconds later, the speed of the final technique dropped to zero.
Qin Xiao dragged it over.
Only when he got closer did he see the state of the Heavenly Craftsman's Final Formation.
One-third of the outer frame had been peeled off, the left arm was completely gone, the right arm was just a skeleton, the breastplate had a crack running from head to tail, and the light at the crystallization point had gone out.
The cockpit remains airtight.
This is the only good news.
Qin Xiao connected the air valve and opened the hatch.
Zhang Yan leaned back in his seat, the seatbelt was locked, he was loose, his head was tilted to the right, his eyes were closed, there were two dried bloodstains below his nose, his right hand was on the armrest, and his left hand was hanging down.
He touched Zhang Yan's neck.
There is a pulse, weak, but present.
"Alive," Qin Xiao said.
The voice of a stargazer came through the communication channel. "The brainwaves are still displaying gibberish; we can't determine the state of consciousness. Return to base; we can't handle this here."
Qin Xiao took Zhang Yan off the seat, carried him to the frigate's cabin, secured him, and connected him to the ship's life support equipment.
My heart rate slowly climbed from 31 to 39, my blood oxygen level stabilized at 78%, but my brain waves were still garbled.
The return journey took fourteen hours.
Qin Xiao didn't leave the cabin once. He sat on the folding stool next to him, staring at the life support panel. Nie Qingcheng sent him seven messages on his phone, but he didn't reply to any of them.
It's not that he didn't want to reply. It's that he didn't know how to write it.
"Sister-in-law, Yan-ge won." What follows? "But he's still not awake." "He seems to have something wrong with his brain."
He turned his phone over and placed it face down on his lap.
At the sixth hour, Guan Xing walked out of the cockpit and glanced at the data.
"The heart rate has stabilized."
"What about brainwaves?"
"It's still chaotic, but the frequency has narrowed down, changing from jumping across the entire frequency band to focusing on a specific range."
The stargazer brought up a graph. "He's organizing his consciousness; we just can't see the process from the outside."
Qin Xiao nodded without saying anything.
The frigate landed in the fourteenth hour.
Nie Qingcheng stood at the edge of the landing pad, wearing a black coat and her hair neatly tied up. Next to her were three medical teams and two modified intensive care transport vehicles.
When Qin Xiao pushed open the cabin door, Nie Qingcheng's gaze went straight past him and landed on the person on the stretcher behind him.
She walked up and looked at it for three seconds.
Then he squatted down and reached out to touch Zhang Yan's wrist.
What is your body temperature?
The medical team replied, "36.1 degrees Celsius, a bit low."
Nie Qingcheng stood up and turned to look at Qin Xiao.
"Brainwave data".
Qin Xiao handed her the tablet, on which all the data was displayed.
Nie Qingcheng looked at it for ten seconds and then handed the tablet back to him.
"Send to the underground base medical pod, activate the synaptic repair contingency plan, and send three teams simultaneously."
Her voice was no different from when she was in a meeting.
Qin Xiao glanced at her and noticed that her right hand nails were digging into her palm.
He didn't look at it much and turned to arrange the transfer.
Zhang Yan was taken to the medical pod in the underground base of the Jinghai Villa.
Three teams worked simultaneously on synapse repair, neuronal regeneration, and reinforcement of the consciousness anchoring field.
Nie Qingcheng sat in the monitoring room outside the medical pod, with twelve screens in front of her displaying real-time scans of Zhang Yan's brain.
After the first day, the area of brainwave scrambling had shrunk by 30%.
By the third day, my heart rate had stabilized at 62, my blood oxygen saturation was 99%, and all my physical indicators had returned to the normal range.
On the fifth day, the brainwave scrambling disappeared, but the level of conscious activity was extremely low, as if trapped in a deep sleep.
By the seventh day, conscious activity began to increase.
Nie Qingcheng has not left the monitoring room for the past seven days.
The stargazer delivered meals three times a day. She ate them for the first two days, but from the third day onwards she only drank water and coffee.
On the fifth day, Qin Xiao came once, but was forced to leave by Nie Qingcheng with a single look, leaving only the words, "The matters outside have all been dealt with."
4:17 AM on the tenth day.
On the screen, Zhang Yan's brainwave frequency jumped, transitioning from deep sleep to wakefulness.
Nie Qingcheng stood up.
She entered the medical pod and stood by the bed.
Zhang Yan's eyelids twitched twice, then he opened them.
After the eyes adapt to the light, they move left and right, scanning the surrounding environment.
White ceiling, instruments, pipes, then the gaze falls on the person standing by the bed.
Nie Qingcheng took his hand.
Zhang Yan stared at her face for five seconds.
Then he tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing.
"Excuse me...where is this?"
Nie Qingcheng did not loosen her grip.
Her expression remained unchanged, only her fingertips tightened slightly.
"Jinghai," she said. "Your home."
Zhang Yan looked at her, but there was nothing familiar in his eyes.