What kind of brain logic is that? Why would I kick him? I meant help him up.
In this lawless place, I shouldn't get extorted for helping someone, right?
Amir pulled Milisen toward 032. The primary reason this test subject from the same batch as him had appeared here was likely Amir himself. Otherwise, why would a patient with no identity and almost no knowledge of the outside world appear here so coincidentally? From the moment he got off the ship, Amir had sensed the Force connection between them. 032 was looking for him.
Only after getting closer did Amir realize 032's condition was even more serious than he imagined. Beneath the ulcerated skin, even the fascia was visible. Everything was raw and bloody. After being knocked over by that Snivvian, he had fainted.
Milisen hid behind Amir with some disgust.
"I've seen him!" Milisen whispered. "Just before we left."
032 definitely wasn't just kept in a bacta tank all the time. He would also be pulled out for testing. It wasn't surprising that Milisen had seen him.
Amir handed the food bag to Milisen, but she couldn't hold it all. He had to hang the bag on BD-4's head and have the droid stand on his shoulder. After doing this, Amir used his free hands to help the fainted 032 up from the ground.
"We've window-shopped enough. Let's go see the doctor. We just happen to have an extra patient," Amir said.
"And that! I want to play that game!" Milisen shouted, pointing at an arcade machine, unwilling to give up.
"I want to play too. I'll buy two later and put them on our ship!" Amir promised. Playing that damn Dejarik every day was too boring. Back on Coruscant, many clubs and bars had holo-arcade units, but most were boring, low-quality games, making it hard for someone like Amir, who had been exposed to a plethora of high-quality games in his past life, to get interested.
This time, he could write a few simple games himself for entertainment.
Supporting the mess of a boy, Amir didn't waste time and walked directly toward a nearby building.
It was a round tower-shaped structure with a sharp spire on top. It wasn't just for decoration; the tip continuously received signals from all over the sector.
Although this was a lawless place, the Empire undoubtedly knew of its existence but had always turned a blind eye. The Imperial official in charge here likely received high-priced bribes regularly. Besides, this was the favorite entertainment spot for many senators. With their protection, it was difficult for the Empire to make a move against it.
Despite this security, the space station still had a very strong armament and defense system.
The building in front of him used materials that were practically starship-grade. Even if the station's main shields failed, it could independently maintain its integrity. Its own shield could even withstand a considerable degree of bombardment. There were also many hidden compartments in the structure, concealing all sorts of point-defense weapons.
In case of an incident, this building and other similar ones around it would form a strong fortress and launch a fierce counter-attack against any enemy.
Logically, this should be the command center of the Eternal Ark, but its sign actually bore the symbol of a medical institution.
Amir walked forward, supporting the unconscious 032. He didn't know if it was coincidence or the will of the Force that 032 had appeared just as he was looking for the clinic.
At this moment, the boy, who should be his age, was emitting a rotten stench. If he hadn't confirmed he was still breathing, Amir would have thought he'd been dead for a long time.
Without wasting time, Amir walked to the front of the medical institution.
Although the space station was massive, it was still quite crowded with so many buildings and people. But this clinic, despite being near the bustling city center, had a calm entrance. This was likely due to the respect the people here had for the Eternal Ark's boss.
There was a person on guard at the door. Amir couldn't recognize her species at all, because almost her entire body was covered in cybernetics. However, Amir was sure she wasn't a droid, because she had a strong life force signature.
The silver-white base alloy was sprayed with colorful patterns, looking sharp but not flashy. The skeletal design made the movement of the parts inside clearly visible. Unlike messy, exposed wiring, what was shown were concise components, fully embodying a mechanical aesthetic.
Amir's eyes lit up. The designer of this prosthetic set must be an artist. Although technology could fully restore limbs to look indistinguishable from flesh, that would lose the artistic meaning of prosthetics!
Just like Veronica's left arm. When she was younger, Amir always made camouflage skins for her, but now she increasingly liked the exposed mechanical feel.
The cybernetic woman at the door seemed used to seeing people seeking medical help. After sizing up Amir and 032, she leaned against the side of the door, signaling for the three people—no, three and a half—to enter. BD-4 was still serving as a bag holder, looking resigned.
Although he really wanted to discuss whose masterpiece these modifications were, Amir restrained himself and walked inside first, because 032's condition worried him greatly.
"Remember to keep quiet," the gatekeeper said. Her voice was a soft, human tone, though it was impossible to tell if it was synthesized.
The door opened to reveal a large hall. There were already many people waiting inside. Amir felt anxious, thinking, Don't tell me we have to queue?
Fortunately, a medical droid floated right over. It automatically began scanning 032's body. It was just a rough scan, but 032's condition was obviously critical even without sensors. The medical droid clearly realized the urgency.
"This way. Into the bacta tank first." After giving the calm command, the medical droid floated toward the side of the hall. There was a row of private rooms, most of which were occupied. The outside area was just for waiting.
Amir hurried to follow. After entering a room, with the help of the medical droid, he stripped 032 and lowered him into the bacta tank.
After 032 was submerged, the medical droid connected the nutrient and oxygen tubes and finally began the routine diagnostic check.
Only then did Amir have the chance to take out the appointment voucher Hak had given him.
"My friend helped me book an appointment with Doctor Kahraman Juarez," Amir said.
"Please wait. The Doctor is currently in surgery," the medical droid replied.
After learning the situation, Amir stayed by 032's side for a moment.
Not long after, the preliminary results came out. The medical droid said, "The patient's physical condition is extremely poor, but his life is not in immediate danger. He needs to stabilize in the bacta tank for initial repairs. Please wait outside."
Seeing that 032's condition was relatively stable, Amir went to the waiting area. Milisen and BD-4 had already found seats and continued eating their snacks. Amir sat down with them.
At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting upright next to him leaned over. He smiled at Amir and whispered, "Your friend... he looks beyond saving. That's very special. Very good."
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