52: Chapter 52 Human Body Body Repair and Painting? You call this medical treatment!

"Maintenance Chamber?"

Zhao Zhenhua was stunned, unable to grasp the meaning of the term for a moment.

"It's exactly what it sounds like."

Lin Mo didn't bother explaining and spoke directly.

"Throw the person inside; repair whatever is broken, and replace whatever parts are missing."

"From cellular damage to organ failure, it can fix everything back to brand new."

"While we're at it, we can do a system reinstall, optimize the underlying code, and clear out some junk files."

"If you pay enough, I can even give you a free firmware upgrade, guaranteeing a twenty percent performance boost."

Lin Mo spoke nonchalantly, sounding like a shady merchant peddling computer repair services.

But to Zhao Zhenhua's ears, these words were nothing short of a heavenly gospel!

How was this a Maintenance Chamber?

This was clearly God's creation workshop!

"I want it! I want it! How much! Name your price!"

Zhao Zhenhua was so excited he was incoherent; he wished he could crawl through the phone line right now to kowtow to Lin Mo on the spot!

"No charge this time."

Lin Mo said indifferently.

"Elder Chen is a hero of our Dragon Kingdom. His life is the national destiny."

"Saving him will be the 'property management fee' I pay for this country."

"However..."

Lin Mo's tone shifted, a playful curve hooking the corner of his mouth.

"When he wakes up, tell him to do me a small favor."

"Have him design a blueprint for a... 'fishing boat' that can fly to the far side of the moon."

"I suspect those guys playing God have hidden something good over there."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua's heart shook violently!

The moon!

Mr. Lin indeed hadn't forgotten that threat!

Not only had he not forgotten, he was already preparing to... take the initiative and strike!

"I understand!"

Zhao Zhenhua nodded heavily.

"Rest assured, Mr. Lin! Forget a single blueprint—as long as Elder Chen can be saved, he'll build you a Star Destroyer if you want!"

...

Half an hour later.

Outside the highest-level intensive care ward of the Dragon Kingdom Military General Hospital.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.

A group of the country's top medical experts surrounded a white-haired elder wearing gold-rimmed glasses, every face etched with sorrow and helplessness.

"Dean Wang, is there really... no way at all?"

A middle-aged general looked at the old man in the ward, who was covered in tubes with an EKG nearly flatlining, and asked in a raspy voice.

The elder addressed as Dean Wang closed his eyes in pain and slowly shook his head.

"All of Elder Chen's vital signs are below the critical point."

"Every method we could use has already been used."

"Now... we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

"Leave it to fate?"

The middle-aged general's eyes were bloodshot as he slammed a fist against the wall.

"He dedicated his entire life to this country! In the end, we can only watch him go! What kind of bullshit fate is that!"

Just as everyone was sinking into desperate grief.

"Make way, make way! Delivery! Equipment incoming!"

A lazy voice suddenly rang out from the end of the corridor.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a young man in a T-shirt, baggy shorts, and flip-flops. He was directing two robots pushing a sci-fi-looking silver-white metal pod, strolling over with great swagger.

It was none other than Lin Mo.

"Who are you?!"

Dean Wang's brow furrowed as he immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"This is the intensive care unit! Who allowed you to push this mess in here? Get out immediately!"

Lin Mo glanced at him and picked his ear.

"Are you the one in charge here?"

"I am the Dean of the Military General Hospital, Wang Jianguo!"

Dean Wang said with a face full of pride.

"Oh, the Dean."

Lin Mo nodded, pointing at the silver-white Maintenance Chamber.

"I'm here to save someone."

"Take that old man inside who's about to stop breathing, lift him out, and throw him into this."

"Nonsense!"

Wang Jianguo was instantly enraged, pointing at Lin Mo's nose as he barked.

"What do you think this place is? A wet market?!"

"Elder Chen's body cannot withstand even the slightest movement right now! You are committing murder!"

"Exactly! Do you even understand medicine?!"

"Where did this wild brat come from? Hurry up and kick him out!"

The surrounding experts chimed in, their gazes toward Lin Mo filled with disdain and hostility.

Right then, Zhao Zhenhua arrived in a frantic rush with his people.

"All of you, shut up!"

Zhao Zhenhua's roar silenced the room.

He quickly walked up to Lin Mo and gave a respectful bow.

"Mr. Lin, the equipment has arrived?"

"Yeah."

Lin Mo pointed at the Maintenance Chamber that everyone had dismissed as junk.

"This is it, the [Nano-Cell Repair and Genetic Sequence Reconstruction Life-Support Pod], commonly known as the 'Iron Coffin' among the public."

"Hurry up, don't waste time. I still have to go back and finish my show."

Wang Jianguo was dumbfounded when he saw even Zhao Zhenhua being so respectful to this young man.

But he still held onto the bottom line of a doctor, stepping forward and saying excitedly to Zhao Zhenhua.

"Director Zhao! You can't listen to him! This isn't scientific! This will kill Elder Chen!"

"Scientific?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo felt like he had heard the world's biggest joke.

He walked up to Wang Jianguo, patted his shoulder, and looked at him as if he were a caveman.

"Old Wang, your perspective is a bit narrow, isn't it?"

"What do you call curing illness and saving lives? In my view, the human body is nothing more than a fairly precise piece of biological machinery."

"You use drugs; that's called 'chemotherapy,' far too low-level."

"Mine is called 'physical therapy.'"

As he spoke, Lin Mo slapped the Maintenance Chamber with a loud "bang."

"See that?"

"Elder Chen's current situation is just like a vintage car that's been in a serious accident and is about to be scrapped."

"What you need to do is push this car into my fully automated '4S repair shop.'"

"Heart failing? No problem. Take it out and swap in a new biological engine."

"Clogged blood vessels? Minor issue. Use high-pressure nanobots to clear them out and give the inner walls a polish while you're at it."

"Aging brain chips? Even simpler. Format it, reinstall the system, and I guarantee it'll run smoother than before!"

"This isn't called curing a disease!"

Lin Mo spread his hands, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

"This is called... the Human Body Sheet Metal Painting All-in-One Service!"

"Who among you wants to be the first to experience it?"