The surgery lasted a full three hours. When Sun Simiao put down his needle and thread, he was almost completely exhausted.
Zhang Zhongjing was no different, nearly collapsing on the spot.
"Careful!"
Fang Er rushed forward and steadied them both.
Others present quickly brought chairs, allowing them to sit and rest.
After gratefully accepting water from Li Shizhen and drinking it down, Zhang Zhongjing slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
He looked at Xue Rengui, still asleep on the operating table, and said with a sigh of relief,
"It's done. Give him some time to recover, and there shouldn't be any major issues."
Half an hour later, Xue Rengui slowly opened his eyes.
His first action was to turn his head and look to either side of his body.
Two new arms were seamlessly attached to his shoulders, bringing tears to his eyes. He almost wept openly in front of everyone.
"Alright, everyone can disperse!"
Fang Er stood up and clapped his hands at the others.
The crowd gradually dispersed, but Dean Zhang and the others who had come from the main world showed no signs of leaving.
"Duke Fang, we would like to oversee the recovery process from here."
"After all, we have more experience with such matters."
Dean Zhang cupped his hands towards Fang Er, saying with anticipation.
"Then I shall trouble you, Dean Zhang."
Fang Er nodded, not refusing his offer.
Post-operative recovery was a crucial stage for limb transplantation, as any complications would directly affect the arm's dexterity.
Seeing Fang Er about to leave, Xue Rengui anxiously called out,
"Duke, why can't I feel anything in these arms?"
Hearing this, Dean Zhang glanced at the two new arms. He gently pressed on the forearm a couple of times before explaining kindly,
"General Xue, do not worry. The nerves have only just been reconnected, and their recovery will take time."
"What we can confirm now is that the blood flow has been restored. Within 24 hours at most, you will be able to feel these new arms."
"You may experience some discomfort, but do not attempt to move them carelessly."
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On the second day after the surgery, Xue Rengui reported that his wound felt tingly and itchy, and his fingers also had sensation, feeling slightly swollen and numb.
This was good news!
It indicated that the wound was healing and the nerve connections were functioning properly.
Wang Xuance brought the fruit that Mo De had harvested.
It was an egg-sized, green fruit shaped like a mangosteen.
To prevent any damage, the fruit was packed in a box lined with layers of bubble wrap.
As the fruit was taken out of the box, a refreshing fragrance filled the entire ward.
Xue Rengui ate the fruit without any unusual reactions, as if he had eaten an apple.
When asked about the taste, he could only awkwardly shake his head, saying the fruit was too small to discern any flavor.
Fang Er made his rounds and then went to the Heavenly Fire Army's encampment.
The naked prophets and the Beiger people were housed there.
Lai Yifa, along with several capable subordinates, was interrogating the Beiger people, trying to ascertain why they had appeared on Mars.
After a brief inquiry and seeing that no results had yet been obtained, Fang Er went to the naked prophets.
"Esteemed prophets, are you adapting well here?"
He asked one of the prophets kindly, pulling him closer.
"Yes, yes, we are."
The one he pulled nodded in response.
After some polite exchanges, Fang Er began to make small talk,
subtly trying to extract intelligence about their home planet.
However, as they chatted, Fang Er's gaze became fixed on one of the female prophets, and he could no longer look away.
These prophets were still wearing their own clothing, the transparent kind.
Every detail of their bodies was exposed to everyone's sight without any obstruction.
But due to the language barrier, they did not feel awkward as they did not understand what others were saying.
The female prophet, noticing Fang Er staring at her, began to feel a little uneasy. She mustered her courage and asked,
"Why is Lord Fang looking at me like that?"
But Fang Er's gaze did not waver. He even pointed at her chest with a look of surprise, saying,
"Could you let me have a good look at that of yours!"
Wang Xuance, who was following behind him, had a suddenly expressive look on his face.
"Holy crap!
Duke is so bold...
In broad daylight, to actually..."
"Isn't that... not so good?"
The female prophet was a little nervous, looking sheepishly at the others beside her.
But upon hearing this, Fang Er not only did not change his mind, but instead urged her with urgency,
"Don't dawdle, hurry up!"
"Now, immediately, at once!"
As he spoke, he even moved closer to the female prophet.
Not only that, but he even pulled Wang Xuance closer, pointing at the female prophet's chest and saying,
"Old Wang, you come here too!"
"Take a look at this, does it look familiar!"
Wang Xuance's face instantly turned red to his ears.
"Duke... this isn't appropriate..."
"Or perhaps, you take your time looking, and I'll stand guard outside for you?"
Although I'm not married yet, I've seen ample bosoms, aren't all women built like this?
If there's any difference, it's just in size?
Conical, hemispherical, pear-shaped, disc-shaped?
Fang Er stared back at him abruptly, "What are you thinking!"
"I'm asking you to look at the ornament she's wearing on her chest!"
Wang Xuance was taken aback, and then obediently followed Fang Er's finger towards the female prophet's chest.
A rope, woven from some unknown material, hung down, with a piece of purple stone attached to the end.
The size of the stone was indiscernible, as it was tucked away, only a corner of it visible!
"This stone..."
"It looks so familiar!"