"She has already received initial emergency treatment, and the neurotoxins in her body have been mostly cleared," Alex said with a hint of gravity, his fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of the data pad. "But the problem is, the toxins have caused continuous damage to her central nervous system, and multiple internal organs have also suffered varying degrees of damage.
If she doesn't receive thorough treatment, it's very likely to leave permanent sequelae."
He looked up, his gaze fixed on Ovilia. "So I need you to design a complete treatment plan that not only fully repairs her nerve and organ damage but also ensures the entire treatment process won't cause her any secondary harm. It must be a 100% safe plan."
At this point, Alex paused, a slight hesitation in his manner, as if weighing his words.
Finally, he lowered his voice and added, "And for certain special reasons, I cannot let you see her directly.
It would be best if you could create a portable treatment device, or something similar, that I can take with me and use directly."
A flicker of complex emotion, almost imperceptible, crossed his eyes. "It needs to be simple to operate, but the treatment results must be perfect."
"Hmm... that's a bit of a high demand," Ovilia murmured, her brow furrowing slightly after hearing Alex's request. Her bionic eye, embedded with precision instruments, gleamed with the light of thought.
Her slender fingers tapped gently on the metal table, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound, as if performing some complex calculation.
Her data stream scrolled rapidly across her visual interface, analyzing the feasibility of each condition.
These demands themselves weren't excessive—for her, a Biological Sage proficient in Adeptus Mechanicus medical technology, designing a discreet medical plan was not difficult.
But what puzzled her was why Alex had imposed so many limiting conditions: secrecy, portability, no direct intervention...
Given his current status, treating a patient could be done openly, even mobilizing the resources of the entire medical chapter would not be an issue.
To go to such great lengths to design an independently operating medical system was almost as if he was... deliberately avoiding certain people's attention.
Her logic processor rapidly extrapolated various possibilities, but in the end, Ovilia did not ask further. She simply nodded slightly and agreed, "I can design a specialized medical servitor skull. It will be able to provide precise medical services that fully meet your requirements, and you won't need to bring the person to me every time."
Her slender mechanical fingers swept through the air, bringing up a set of holographic design blueprints. "Various special-effect medicines will be pre-configured in the skull's built-in medicine chambers, using the most stable preservation methods.
The servitor skull will automatically execute the complete treatment program through an intelligent diagnostic system, from wound treatment to organ repair, while simultaneously conducting 24 standard hours of real-time physiological monitoring to ensure complete healing."
She paused, and the vocoder beneath her metal mask emitted a faint hum as she added, "The skull will be equipped with the most precise medical sensor array, including molecular-level scanners and nanometer-level probes.
Every treatment step will undergo millions of simulated computations to ensure that the treatment process does not cause any secondary harm to the patient, perfectly avoiding even the most subtle nerve damage."
"Very good. When will it be ready?" Alex nodded with satisfaction, highly pleased with Ovilia's professional competence and efficiency.
"It will take some time," Ovilia calculated. "After all, you require that no harm be done to the patient, which necessitates special debugging. You can come pick it up in a week."
She gave a definite commitment period.
Hearing Ovilia say this, Alex nodded, finally feeling relieved.
He secretly congratulated himself for finding the right person—this Biological Sage from the Adeptus Mechanicus was indeed trustworthy.
Over the past period, Ovilia had already proven her worth with her professional capabilities.
From the most basic medical equipment to the Rejuvenation Potion for Alex's parents, every project she handled was completed flawlessly.
She was not only technically proficient but also always gave her full effort to the tasks Alex assigned, never disappointing him.
Looking at the diligent Biological Sage before him, Alex decided to give her the reward she deserved.
After a brief thought, he spoke, "I have an STC Template here. Try to analyze it and see if you can produce it."
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out an STC Template, gleaming with golden metallic luster, from his in arms and carefully handed it to Ovilia. "This is the STC Template for Saturn-pattern Terminator Armor. I believe you must have heard of this type of Terminator Armor."
"This... this is actually real!" Ovilia's bionic eye instantly widened, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.
She took the STC Template as if holding a sacred relic, her voice distorted by excitement. "This is a type of Terminator Armor used during the Great Crusade Era. It is said that Vulkan, the Lord of Drakes, personally improved it..."
Her mechanical tendrils unconsciously extended, gently stroking the patterns on the template's surface. "But for various reasons, it was lost after the Great Rebellion. This... this is simply a miracle bestowed by the Machine God!"
Her voice trembled with excitement, her devout appearance making her seem like a devotee of the Adeptus Mechanicus who had witnessed the miracle of the omnissiah with her own eyes. "Where did you find it? This... this is the legendary Saturn-pattern Terminator Armor! A technology completely lost since the Great Crusade Era!"
"Don't ask. If you ask, it's the Emperor's grace," Alex said without further explanation, then sternly made his demand. "I require you to immediately begin production of this Terminator Armor, and you must complete a prototype within ten years and achieve mass production within twenty years."
"Your demands are too high, Governor!" Ovilia's excitement was instantly diluted by reality. She shook her head in difficulty, saying, "I am only a Biological Sage, not a Forge Master! I cannot handle analyzing STC Templates and establishing production lines!
This level of armor requires special adamantium forging techniques. Just the miniaturization of plasma reactors alone..."
She suddenly realized she had said too much and quickly stopped. "In short, you must find my teacher..."
She paused, then lowered her voice and added, "Only an existence of Archmagos Cawl's level can achieve such a thing. Just replicating those lost neural synchronization interfaces would take an entire Forge World hundreds of years to research."
"Alright!" Alex sighed with a hint of disappointment, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the armor's shell, producing a dull echo. "Then go discuss it with Archmagos Cawl. Whatever resources are needed, I will fully support it."
His tone was unequivocal. "I only want one result—within twenty years, I want to see it mass-produced in the Rostov armory, no matter the cost."
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