Everyone stopped arguing and entered the medical cabin.
In the center of the spacious, bright, and high-tech medical cabin was a transparent box about a meter in size.
The box was filled with a light yellow life-sustaining fluid, with countless tiny bubbles rising from the bottom.
Needham Brown's eyes were closed, as if he was in a deep sleep.
His neck and below had been seamlessly connected with biological materials.
If one didn't know it was a living person, they might mistake him for a specimen.
With this sight, everyone who walked in was briefly silent.
Even though the emotions of people today fluctuate very little and they're not very good at sympathizing, they still felt a sense of empathy.
"I feel pretty good actually, what are you all doing here?"
An electronic synthesized voice came from a nearby speaker, it was Needham Brown.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
Harrison Clark really wanted to give him a thumbs up.
