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Normally, a non-woven drape is placed under the patient during surgery, but since prototyping involves every part of the body, this step can be ignored.
Oh well, it's not the first time anyway, so Sister Heda probably won't care about this little privacy issue.
"Haidah, next, Luya will prepare a deep dream for you. Please try to relax and suppress any mental resistance."
Fran was wearing a medical mask, making it difficult to see his face.
But judging from her eyes, which shone like lamplight, she was probably in a state of high enthusiasm and fervor.
Haida didn't speak, but simply blinked slightly to indicate that she knew.
Once her eyelids closed, they never opened again. As an invisible, illusory deer shadow flashed by, the nun's consciousness sank deep into the entanglement of a lightless dream.
Fran licked his lips slightly and began the procedures for the proto-body surgery.
Although she maintained her absolute composure as a doctor and was not swayed by irrelevant external factors, she could not quell the intense and overwhelming excitement she felt.
My chest felt like a furnace smoldering, and heat surged straight to my throat.
Forbidden processes with only theoretical possibilities, high-risk surgeries with incalculable mortality rates, and precious experimental subjects that cannot be reused.
All of this made Fran genuinely enjoy himself.
Even through the medical surgical mask, Sigrid could still feel the doctor's smile. Indeed, a smile was the most frequent expression on her face…
But a smile as pure and joyful as this is actually quite rare.
"If it were when I first arrived in Norrington a few years ago, my fingers might be shaking with excitement right now."
With a brief exclamation, Fran parted Haida's lips with his fingertips and pressed a translucent, colorless, specially made throat mask into her mouth.
A laryngeal mask airway can relax muscles through nebulized medication, inhibiting instinctive muscle spasms and nerve reflexes, and reducing adverse reactions during surgery. This is originally part of the anesthesia procedure, but it has now been separated out.
This little gadget can also provide continuous oxygen supply to maintain cardiopulmonary activity.
After completing a series of preliminary measures, Fran picked up the scalpel and deftly and methodically cut open the skin, rib plates, and fascia of Haida's chest and abdomen, removing the previously implanted Astartes organs one by one.
This also includes a heart damaged in the clash with the dragon hunter Pansassin.
In addition to the extra implants, she removed a large number of her original organs. The whole process seemed to be emptying out all the contents of the sac, so much so that Sigrid, who was assisting her, couldn't help but twitch her eyes slightly.
“Don’t be afraid, Sigrid. What you are seeing is the most real and direct state of medicine after all the embellishment has been removed.”
"Brutal, precise. Hands stained with blood, carrying a cruelty beyond comprehension, making one uneasy. But if not for this, how can a frail mortal body withstand death?"
Fran noticed Sigrid's unease and spoke gently to comfort her.
At the same time, her hands moved without pausing for a moment, showing that she was very skilled.
"I'm sorry, but the thought of Sister Heda on the operating table makes me a little worried."
By the time she uttered the words, Sigrid had already managed and adjusted her mental state. As a craftswoman of the Sunforge Order, she was not afraid of bloodshed, but only of the cold death that would follow a failed forging.
"Human nature."
Fran curled his lips into a smile.
“Sigrid, you can see what you are witnessing as a remelting and reshaping of blood and bone. You have seen the forging that removes impurities and redundancies. Now, you should witness the tempering that represents rebirth.”
As she spoke, she poured a quartz-encapsulated gene preparation into Haida's empty chest cavity.
This is the experimental result Fran obtained from the cloned biological sample of the Raven Lord, Corvacs Corax. It is able to induce directed cell differentiation according to the original genetic engineering, constructing organ prototypes that defy conventional biological logic.
The reason for making it into a biological agent was simply due to the doctor's personal habits and interests.
If we follow the technological conventions of the 40k universe, this product would likely be a glandular mass of flesh, similar to a gene seed. However, the individuals catalyzed by it would not be Astartes possessing only a few Primarch characteristics, but rather true Primarch-like organisms.
Without a doubt, this is a forbidden technology capable of driving two people mad.
Similarly, its slim chances of survival are just as insane.
The rampant proliferation of flesh and blood was a chaotic mess, completely out of control. Some of it had even spread beyond the body, like the crimson corolla that stretched out and then drooped... implying a kind of mocking malice.
The current situation was not beyond Fran's expectations. She always knew that she was not very lucky, and the fact that nothing unexpected happened was the real surprise.
"Sigrid, prepare bio-alchemy to stabilize Sister Heda's body; her current form is about to collapse."
She quickly issued the instructions.
Sigrid had no time to respond. She immediately stepped forward and placed her hands on Heda's body, using the alchemical process [Dissolving Bone and Blood] to continuously shave away the malignantly proliferating flesh. Increase and decrease, prosperity and decay, growth and death... everything formed a fragile, temporary balance.
But Haida's life was being consumed in the process.
“Dr. Fran, the balance will last for a maximum of three more minutes, after which Sister Heda’s own biological vitality will be exhausted.”
Sigrid turned back to Fran and reminded him.
As she spoke, she continued to run the alchemical program carefully and cautiously, striving to avoid making any mistakes.
"Don't worry, there is plenty of time, more than enough to complete the second phase."
Fran gently stroked the black stitches on his arm, then opened them and took out a vial of crimson biological agent from the "second pharmacy" between his arm bones.
It contains the doctor's own blood and marrow.
She opened the container of the preparation and dripped the blood and marrow extract into the surgical incision in Haida's chest.
Almost the instant the two came into contact, the frenzied granulation tissue immediately weakened and began to die visibly, and the differentiation process of cells and organs returned to order...
Haida is about to ≌9"%泤－？蕶柶衫≯~捂!∏轮☆肆刺蝟↑4折【々代『購：The vital signs that have reached the limit have also returned to a stable state.
The existing genetic modification technology in the 40k universe is, broadly speaking, a process of backward compatibility.
The immortal being who reached the pinnacle of psionic arts created twenty Primarchs with his own genes. These Primarchs, in turn, as the fathers of genes, bestowed some of their own characteristics and talents upon the Astartes under their command, forming a layered, tree-like model.
This prompted some reflection from Fran.
Since we're making prototypes anyway, using part of our own genome isn't a bad idea... It can also be used to suppress rejection reactions and malignant proliferation during the differentiation of allogeneic cells, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.
This doctor has mastered a biotechnology that is etched into the genome, namely "controlled expression".
She can simultaneously accommodate a vast amount of multiple genes, ensuring that the parts she doesn't need are sealed away. This is why the ship AI named Tinuvel described her as "a mobile gene bank" upon their first meeting.
Now, Haida has acquired this trait through the blood fusion just now.
"Dr. Fran, is the surgery over? Should we sew Sister Heda back up?"
Sigrid raised a hand to wipe away non-existent sweat from her forehead, a hint of excitement appearing in her eyes. At this moment, she had a strong premonition that after this surgery, Sister Heda would enter a state of unprecedented power.
She used to only feel this way when a masterpiece was cast.
"Calm down, Sigrid."
Fran put his index finger to his lips, signaling the artisan beside him to restrain her emotions.
"Although the fruit is already plump and full enough, it's still a little short of being ready for the final harvest. Next is the third stage of the Primogenization Surgery..."
After speaking, Jiu took out a biological agent with a dark black color and a thick texture from the "Eighty-Second Medicine Storehouse" between her arm bones.
If Heda hadn't been connected to Fran's genome during the surgery, the doctor wouldn't have activated the third stage. Now that the nun already possesses some of her own traits... completing the subsequent content is a natural progression.
Gazing at the shimmering, turbid liquid in the quartz container, Sigrid tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion.
After a brief search of her memory, her eyes, as black as molten gold, widened slightly, revealing a hint of realization.
A month or two ago, Dr. Fran had explained the details of this biological sample to her.
【Blood Phosphorus Extract of the Chaos Groaner】, derived from the blood and scales of dragons.
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Chapter Seventeen: The Power to Conquer Creation
Twelve hours after the prototyping surgery was completed.
Sigrid has left the operating room and returned to the main hall of the Fog Street Clinic to fulfill her duties as a maid.
The tasks included cleaning the room, drying clothes, preparing tea and snacks, visiting the neighboring Ridge Palace to greet Scythia, and exchanging casting tips with Lady Tinuvel.
Fran remained alone in the operating room, sometimes in long silences, sometimes pacing back and forth muttering to herself. Throughout this, her gaze remained fixed on the object standing on the operating platform.
It was an egg-shaped object that gleamed with a dark, scaly light.
If we were to use easily understood words to describe it... we could say it's an egg, but that wouldn't be accurate.
While waiting, Fran touched it several times to confirm its texture. Its overall appearance was delicate yet resilient, like silk; in the doctor's experience, it was actually closer to the concept of a "cocoon."
"According to the information I have, Black Devourer Dragons reproduce asexually by spreading scale dust to contaminate corpses. How could there be ovoviviparous or cocoon-like conditions? Hmm... perhaps a certain DNA sequence that is not yet clear has been activated."
"The 'gene pool' program si carried by my medulla can be micro-regulated according to the individual's self-awareness and the degree of objective harm, and there should be no gene expression that is significantly harmful to the individual. In other words, the cocoon-like oval state is beneficial to Haida."
"Perhaps this will help her body regenerate and reshape?"
Fran lightly touched his lower lip, considering the various possibilities of the current situation.
Compared to unchanging "stability", she has always preferred the emergence of unknown variables.
Sometimes a single gene controls a single trait, sometimes a single gene can control multiple traits, and there are also cases where multiple genes control a single trait... In addition to this, the impact of external environmental stresses must also be considered.
This is what makes genetics both fascinating and frustrating.
In order to record the experimental data as completely as possible, and out of concern for Haida's personal safety, the doctor suppressed his restless thirst for knowledge and did not interfere with the cocoon during the observation period, keeping the external environment as stable as possible.
The intensity of the biological reaction within this pitch-black swaddling cloth also increased over time.
"Boom."
Gentle contraction and relaxation.
"Boom."
A gradual pulsation.
"Thump-thump-thump!"
A powerful rhythm, emanating a drumbeat tinged with longing.
The gradually clearer heartbeat struck like a drum, each beat causing a slight tremor in the cocoon-like structure, which could be heard clearly.
After a few breaths, the cocoon-like object seemed to have reached a certain critical point.
Fran, holding a booklet and charcoal pencil, is intently tilting his cheek, trying to record the entire process of emerging from the cocoon without missing a single detail.
Before the breath could even complete a single cycle, the cocoon-like structure that occupied the entire surgical platform suddenly burst open with a crack, revealing the outline of a tall and slender figure, like a dark shadow that can be vaguely seen when a snake or python is roaming at night.
Although Haida's body still maintains the curves and proportions that conform to human aesthetics, it is now over two meters tall and can be described as burly. However, this does not affect her fast and swift movement speed.
In the blink of an eye, she crouched low and moved close to Fran from behind, one arm tightly around his waist, the other arm locking around the doctor's slender neck.
It's like a passionate and bold embrace between intimate people, or a brutal restraint like a madman taking hostages.
"Oh, this is such an unexpected warmth. My dear Heda, I'm almost embarrassed."
Fran could feel Heda's ample chest pressed against her back, and even through the doctor's gown, she could feel the delicate, smooth texture of the scales. She wanted to turn her head to see the nun's current condition, but her neck and cheeks were firmly gripped, forcing her to tilt her head back and preventing her from making any other movements.
His hot breath sprayed into her ear, accompanied by indescribable murmurs.
Just then, Fran noticed a slight unusual sensation in his ankle.
She lowered her gaze with some difficulty, and then saw a dragon's tail, faintly gleaming with dark scales, wrapped around her calf, slowly circling, the tender tip of the tail trembling slightly from time to time.
Seeing this, the doctor pursed his lips slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
It seems I accidentally gave her a tail.
I seem to have assured Haida that I wouldn't create any abnormal physical characteristics. Maybe I should take advantage of her current unconsciousness and quietly get rid of her... No, this would significantly damage the structural integrity of her current body and be extremely harmful to her secondary development after the proto-body transformation surgery.
It can be disguised later, or it can be hidden using folding technology like the sphinx with its interlocking spine.
As for why Heda is currently in a state of unconscious berserk rage... Fran has several conjectures that need to be verified later. In fact, the nun's current condition is entirely within her expectations, and even more restrained than anticipated.
Just as she was still pondering, a sharp pain accompanied by a biting sensation came from her neck.
But then she saw Haida bury her face inside the collar of Dr. Fran's coat, sniffing lightly while biting at the skin on her neck and shoulders. At first, she only tentatively licked, taking small bites and leaving only a few teeth marks each time.
But after the sharp, pointed teeth first pierced her skin and the warm, sweet blood flowed into her throat, the nun's movements became increasingly uncontrollable and aggressive... as if she had fallen into some kind of intoxicating eating frenzy.
"Speaking of which, whether it's felines, canines, or dragons, they all love to bite each other's necks when fighting, playing, or hunting."
6 Fran did not stop him, but merely blinked his eyelashes slightly, his amber eyes remaining as clear and calm as ever.
Clearly, this guy didn't care about being bitten a few times by Haida, or having half of his body gnawed off.
Compared to such trivial matters, she was more interested in knowing what caused Haida to fall into a berserk state where only instinct remained, and what inner drive prompted the nun to take her current actions.