Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

At this time, on the same side of Chernoberg City, the Rhode Island ship, in the medical cabin, it was late at night, most of the operators had rested, but Kelsey was still busy in the medical cabin.

Her figure shuttles around, but no movement is superfluous, and Kelsey can always solve everything with the fastest and most efficient series of steps.

At her side, the Doctor sat quietly in a medical cabin, with a helmet-like device overhead, flanked by several red flakes.

Although the Doctor was not given any restraints, looking at the Doctor's slightly shrugged shoulders, the process may not be painful, but it is definitely not comfortable.

Snap, snap, snap.

After some time, Kelsey pressed a few buttons on the side of the medical cabin, and as the medical cabin slowly stopped running, the doctor's slightly shrugging body immediately stopped.

"Okay, you can remove the brainwave detector and electrode sheets."

Kelsey said to the doctor and took down a device above the doctor's head:

"Lancet·2's adjuvant therapy seems to be quite effective, it seems that it does have to be funded to Kluhill's

studio, and your brain waves are now very stable."

The Doctor got up from the medical cabin and replied,

"... So I'm all right?

Kelsey replied,

"So far."

The doctor thought for a moment when he heard this, looked at Kelsey, and said:

"Then my memory..." Kelsey

immediately replied:

"Doctor, in the past half a month, I have scanned your brain five times, and opened several preservation programs for you to establish the safety of the experiment."

"But the results are the same every time."

"There is no problem with your medial frontal lobe, and neurons in your other brain regions are as active as most young people, and you haven't touched a sarcophagus for quite a long time."

"So, in my judgment, you don't have to come to the medical cabin frequently to receive these uncomfortable tests, and some neurological replacement medical plans will also be suspended."

The Doctor replied,

"Then my memory... What's going on? It feels like a void of nothingness, I can indeed think and I can have my own emotions, but... Can't remember a lot of things. "

Something is clear... So profound. Kelsey

replied

, "Yes, there is no doubt that you have lost a lot of memory, because even if you are, under normal conditions,

you cannot manipulate all the test results through elaborate camouflage."

"Those memories are episodic, about your subjective awareness of your identity, and even more about all your experiences before you fell asleep in the sarcophagus in Chernoberg."

"In contrast, your procedural memory recovers extremely quickly."

"Whether based on Amiya's or Dubin's reports, or my observations, this conclusion is accurate."

"Your field command ability in the Chernoberg incident is not much inferior to the past, and you will even make keeping the safety of the operators your first option."

"This is something you have never done in the Tower of Babel and Kazdell."

The Doctor replied:

"... So, am I still useful?

Kelsey frowned, and then said

, "The skills you have retained will work again as they did in the past,

I believe."

"But even if you lose your command ability and become an ignorant ordinary person, Amia will never regret saving you, Rhode Island will always have a place for you, and your meaning to Rhode Island is far less rudimentary than you think."

"I will always, always be by your side."

The Doctor hesitated for a moment and said

, "Thank you, Kelsey, I just wanted to help everyone in Rhode Island, including you,

and Amia."

To the doctor's surprise, Kelsey stepped forward gently, gave the doctor a deep hug, and said

, "I know,

I also see your efforts."

"But don't get too tired, okay? Since Chernoberg left the land of Usas, we have been running on the border of the wilderness, the operators need time to breathe, and you and Amia need to take a good rest.

"Also, Dr, injectable enkephalins and dopamine can only temporarily stimulate your senses and central nervous system, so reduce their use unless necessary."

The Doctor also gently reached out and hugged Kelsey and said,

"I'm just... Don't want to stop here.

Kelsey sighed softly and said in the doctor's ear:

"With pRtS to help you, and the little helpers of Kluhill, it must not take long for you to adapt to a series of jobs on Rhode Island."

"But I don't want you to push yourself too hard."

"It's not just Rhode Island that has come back from a great catastrophe, but you, Doctor."

"Your body's indications have basically returned to normal, but your memory is still damaged, your mental state is not stable, and as a patient, overwork is a disaster."

The Doctor slowly let go of Kelsey and said,

"Amia and you... Also patients. "

Amia

knows you're worried about her, she's really been caring more about her body lately than she used to, and that's good, I have to admit, some words come out of your mouth and work better than I do."

"And as for me? Don't worry, Doctor.

"In any case, I must be the last one to worry about."

Then, Kelsey paused and said to the doctor again:

"Doctor, you have taken over the personnel deployment of various departments in the ship in less than half a month, and no hidden corner can be hidden in front of you."

"In addition, I often see you reviewing past battles with operators and further exploring the possibilities of tactical optimization."

"Even just after the inspection, you never stopped reading, you read the daily briefing submitted by the new operator who just reported for duty the other day, right?"

"And, I've read your notes."

"Those most trivial records about the operators, the occasional flash of inspiration when thinking about tactics..."

"And the Rhode Island's operational efficiency calculations, and even the graffiti that I don't see meaning, are proof of the work you put into work."

"While most of it can be done with pRtS, I guess it's the way you prefer to work."

The Doctor replied:

"... How pRtS works... There is always a lack of human touch, some data things can be asked to do for it, but some other aspects I prefer to deal with personally. Kelsey

nodded and replied:

"Yes, pRtS is just a tool, not overly dependent on tools, it is a good habit to work."

"All aspects of your abilities are recovering quickly, not only because your skill memory is preserved, but also because of your extraordinary efforts."

"Conscious exercise will help your brain quickly return to its pre-sleep state, and may even restore your memory faster than I expected."

The doctor nodded, as if remembering something, and asked,

"Do you want me to recover as soon as possible?"

Kelsey replied

, "I am your doctor,

and there is no doctor who does not want his patients to recover soon."

"Moreover, if you are tired because you work hard, Amia's state will also be affected."

The Doctor responded

, "Got it, I know you care about me,

Kelsey."

Kelsey said to the Doctor:

"Occasionally this emotion ... It's that you are very different from you in the past, and if it weren't for that name, I would have to say as little as possible now, and I would hope that both you and him would have reached a reconciliation.

"Also, I've said to you many times that ensuring your physical and mental health is always one of my duties."

"So yes, even if not on the battlefield, but here, I care about you."

Her tone suddenly stopped, and she looked at the Doctor and said in a somewhat complicated tone:

"But you've spent too much time writing lately, and I'll admit that words and notes are equally obsessive in the eyes of many, and the twisted structure always gives people infinite reverie."

"Less than half a month after you came back to Rhode Island, the thickness of the notebook you wrote down has reached about ten centimeters, and most of them are related to the source stone."

"Yes, you would rather spend more time researching the source stones, those formulas that you copied from your notebook... As you remember, there are some formulas I even need you to answer for me.

"Whether it is the energy conversion and entropy solution reaction of the source stone, or the relationship between the self-replication rate and energy increase of the source stone... All of this speaks volumes about how immersed you are in it as you used to be.

"That's right, Doctor, in any case, you have never forgotten your duties as a natural disaster researcher, but why are you so obsessed with this?" Why is there such a strong desire to study source stones?

The Doctor hesitated for a moment and said

, "Actually, in the big picture, I want to end the suffering of this land because of the source stone, and in the small way,

because you and Amia have both suffered from ore disease."

“...... Kelsey, please answer me, ore disease ... Is it really an incurable disease?

The Doctor's tone seemed to have guessed something, but she still hoped that Kelsey would give her answer.

“...... Dr. No disease can be defined as incurable since its discovery.

Kelsey's eyes flickered for a moment, and he replied:

"The special medicine has not yet come out, and the doctors are also trying to find a real cure, that's all."

Then Kelsey seemed to remember something, his brows furrowed slightly, and said:

"In addition... Under the stars, there is not only ore disease, but the terminal disease infected by the ocean itself is the flesh and blood of xenomorphs, which was said to me by an Agordry officer in Rhode Island.

"And beyond the borders of civilization, pitch-black tentacles, twisted vine limbs, terrifying blood mouths... It is also surrounding the whole land, and Sami's snow worshippers and Usas's inner guards are always sacrificing in large areas to defend against them.

"This land is full of misery and disaster, far more than just the source stone, and the source stone is the source of disaster, but it is also the cheapest and most easily available basic energy."

"Wanting to cut off the scourge of the Source Stone is far from as simple as you think, but I am very happy that you have never given up thinking about this direction in the past."

However, Kelsey's gaze began to condense, and the doctor, who stood up from the medical cabin, asked a little strangely:

"... What are you staring at me like this? "