"Failed!? How could it fail? Did... Ahhhh!?" Upon hearing Helianthus's words, Angelia was about to inquire further when the hesitant doctor swiftly took action, cutting off Angelia's arm with a saw!
The saw's sound made Helian instinctively furrow her brows, then sigh deeply. "We'll discuss the details after you're done. That's all for now."
With that said, whether Angelia heard her or not, Helian left the operating room without a second glance, raising her hand to pull the curtain closed on her way out.
This clinic in the small town was the best they had, even in the affluent area. There were no major hospitals around; most doctors in the wealthy districts were private practitioners. They seldom encountered serious illnesses, and if they did, they wouldn't stay in such remote areas but would move to more bustling regions.
As for clinics for ordinary people? If there was a storefront and a bed, it was considered decent. Where would they find specialized operating rooms?
"Angelia's hand couldn't be saved, we had to amputate." Stepping out of the clinic, Helian hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and made a call to her boss.
There was silence on the other end for a moment, "Alright, I understand. Let it be for now." Her boss sounded somewhat resigned before hanging up.
Mission failed, Angelia lost her hand. Everything seemed to go wrong at once. Hopefully, that Zelenin fellow wouldn't come over here looking for a fight.
...
"What's this?" Seeing Renault shove a stack of books into her hands without explanation, Simonov was dumbfounded.
It would have been one thing if some of the bottles had broken, but now he was also handing me these books? What's the meaning of this!?
Who wants to read books!?
But Renault was standing right in front of her. Simonov didn't dare to throw the books down in front of her.
"Books. Don't you like drinking? Since there probably won't be any missions for a while, to prevent you from getting bored, I specially brought you some books. You can learn how to brew alcohol, so you won't have to spend a fortune buying from those shady merchants in the future. Isn't that nice?"
Renault raised an eyebrow and pointed to the books in Simonov's hands. He had to visit several bookstores to find these, useful books were hard to come by these days.
"It's not... I..." Staring at the hefty books in her hands, Simonov was at a loss for words.
She never expected Renault to pull a stunt like this! She's a Tactical Doll! You can't just push self-improvement onto her like this!
"What's wrong? Look at CF05 and NZ75, they were so happy after receiving their books, they've already started studying. Even though they're T-Dolls, they still need to show some initiative, right? You can't always rely on handouts. I believe in you, come on!" With that, Renault patted Simonov's shoulder and left her standing at the dormitory entrance in disbelief.
A-91, who shared the same dormitory, had heard Renault's words from beginning to end and quickly grabbed a bottle from the table, gulping down most of it before belching and falling asleep!
Don't look at me! I'm drunk! I'm asleep! Deal with it yourself!
Meanwhile, as Simonov snapped out of her daze, she saw A-91 hastily pull the blanket over her head, afraid of being seen.
"A-91! Stop hiding! Hurry up and help me! I can't handle this alone!"
"Huff!" A-91 closed her eyes tightly, pretending to snore.
Slap! Simonov yanked the blanket away and slapped A-91's plump cheek without hesitation.
"Stop pretending! You think you can fool me? Get up and help me, I can't do this by myself!"
"Ssss! No! I won't do it! Go find someone else for this kind of thing! Ask P90 or MP5!"
"Don't give me that! They don't like drinking! And when we finally brew the alcohol, who do you think will end up drinking it? Both of us! Hurry up! We'll be like a whole distillery, you and me... "
As Simonov and A-91 plotted who knows what, Renault naturally had no idea. He went to check the empty factory next door. Those factories that didn't meet his standards would be perfect for conversion into a farm to meet the various needs of his family.
Other matters could wait; only after solving the food and lodging issues could he focus on renovating the largest factory. Oh right!
There's also that troublemaker, P90 who will be assigned in the freshly cleaned workshop.
Thinking of that unlucky Destroyer, Renault turned around and headed towards the workshop. He hadn't even had a chance to take a look at her after cleaning her up.
But when he arrived at the workshop, he saw a naked figure lying motionless on the workbench, looking like a dead pig...
"P90! You little rascal! Where are Destroyer's clothes!?"
Before long, Renault dragged P90 by the ear into the workshop, giving her a thorough scolding. By the time the sun rose, Renault finally let her go, leaving her to ponder her misdeeds.
As for Nagant Revolver and MDR, who were watching the commotion, they felt dizzy after a while and slipped away.
"Hmph, since you never learn, from now on, you'll work in the textile factory!" As Renault disassembled the Destroyer's frame, he spoke to P90, who couldn't keep still.
Upon hearing this, P90 instantly perked up. "Wh-what!? Commander! You're going to sell me to a textile factory!?"
P90 subconsciously remembered the factory they stayed in back in Neo Odessa, wasn't there a textile factory nearby!? The Dolls in there did nothing but weave clothes day in and day out!
If she had to do those chores every day, she would go crazy!
"Sell? Since when is anything that easy! When the time comes, I'll provide the materials, and you'll build the entire textile factory yourself, including cotton planting! Every screw and rivet will be your responsibility!"
"Ah!?"
"What's with the 'ah'? Don't you like collecting clothes? Look! I've already designed the layout of the factory, waiting for you to assemble all the materials! Now go! Go to sleep!"
"Oh, but... it's already dawn." P90 turned to look at the sky outside the window, realizing she had spent several hours in the workshop. But Commander hadn't rested since coming back, wasn't he tired?
"Just because it's dawn doesn't mean you can't go to sleep. How many times do you slack off during the day?"
"Oh, well... Commander, you should go rest early too." Before leaving, P90 glanced at Renault, who was still dismantling the neural core components in front of the workbench, and reminded him.
Hmph, at least she still has a conscience. But what about this unlucky Destroyer... Should I say she's lucky in her foolishness?