Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 432 Returnees
"You...how did you grab the life capsule...I thought the rescue operation had failed just now." Aya Breya asked a little embarrassedly, standing aside.
"The lifeboat... the lifeboat was at the other end of the folds. When the folds collapsed, I fell down along with the rubble. I reached out and grabbed the ring of the lifeboat." Zhuoligetu replied, "It seems... I'm pretty lucky..."
"You big-headed ghost!" The hound raised his leg and kicked Zhuoligetu on the back. "You almost went to hell with the guy in this thing, did you know that? Whoever believes in luck will suffer. Next time you encounter this kind of situation, you should give up decisively!"
"Then at least I got the lifeboat back this time, right?" After the panic subsided, Zhuoligetu's face regained that simple smile, and his tone was filled with excitement, "Doctor, don't worry about me for now, hurry up and save people. If the people in the lifeboat die, it will be a big loss!"
"We can't perform rescue here. If we open the lifeboat now, the people inside will surely die." Ivan shook his head. "I need a relatively closed environment, at least to separate the survivors from the harsh environment outside."
"The truck compartment." Ke Lan said, "I just checked it. The air conditioning and oxygen supply system in the cab are not broken. We just need to repair the broken parts of the insulation layer. It's just that the space is a bit small."
"That's enough." Ivan nodded.
"I'll go fix it! You guys bring the life capsule over!" Hearing what Ke Lan said, Leighton hurriedly jumped up from the ground and ran towards the truck.
"Old dog, hold on to Zhuo Ligetu and Ivan, let's carry the life capsule over." After Ke Lan finished speaking, he and Ivan each picked up one side of the life capsule - although this thing weighed more than a ton, it was still easy to lift it up with the power of the power armor.
On the other side, Layton had moved the two bodies out of the truck's cockpit, and then used extremely violent means to dismantle all the equipment in the cockpit that was not related to temperature control and oxygen supply, leaving only a flat seat.
As for the cracks outside the cockpit and the windows that could not be completely closed , they were sealed with repair tape - this sealing method was not complete and could only last for a few hours at most. The temperature inside the car would slowly rise to a level similar to that outside, but this was the limit of what they could do.
At worst, we can complete the rescue operation and then put the person back into the lifeboat.
Ivan first got into the car with the medical kit, then Ke Lan and Layton pushed the life capsule upright, pressed the hatch of the life capsule against the car door, and then Ivan dragged the survivors out of the life capsule from the inside.
Through the glass window, Ke Lan noticed that this was a yellow man about forty years old. He was wearing a dirty white coat, his eyes and lips were closed, his face was pale, and there were burn marks on one side of his hair and the clothes on his shoulders. His right hand was tightly holding a pistol, his finger was tightly on the trigger - fortunately, the safety of the pistol was off, otherwise, with this "golden finger", the gun would have been fired countless times in the process of snatching back the life capsule just now.
"Multiple fractures, multiple ruptured internal organs, massive internal bleeding, multiple organ failure... The situation is very bad. All I can say is that I will do my best." Ivan said in the team channel after examining the survivor.
"What are the chances of saving him?" Ke Lan asked.
“…No more than 10%.”
"Then if I need to make him regain consciousness now, without considering anything else...how confident are you?" Ke Lan asked again.
"More than 50%." Ivan raised his head and looked at Ke Lan.
"Try to save him first. If that's impossible, you know what to do." Ke Lan said. His meaning was very clear. Even if this man was really beyond saving, at least he had to give out some useful information before he died... Although this was inhumane, it was also a helpless move under special circumstances.
What's more, judging from this person's clothes and the lifeboat, Ke Lan felt that there was a high probability that this survivor knew the inside story of the earthquake.
"I know." Ivan nodded, took out a large scalpel, cut open the survivor's clothes, and began to rescue...
At this time, Aya Breya also walked to the car window. She held a delicate camera in her hand and pointed it at the survivor's face through the car window.
"You're scanning his facial features?"
"Well...if he is a researcher stationed at the base, then the Security Bureau's archives will have his information." Aya had just finished speaking when, with a slight "beep" sound, the survivor's information was displayed on the screen.
"Park Sang-woo, 37 years old, male, geologist, materials scientist, former researcher at the Academia Sinica..."
"Park Sang-woo? That name sounds like a Korean?" the Hound interrupted.
"Yes, the ethnicity column does say Koreans..." Aya nodded, "The main research results are..."
"Wait, you just said he was a 'former' researcher at the Academia Sinica? But, as I remember, isn't the status of a researcher a lifelong one?" Ke Lan interrupted her again.
"That's because... this Park Sang-woo is a 'returnee'." Aya said.
"Returnees?" Ke Lan and Hound were both slightly stunned. This term was not common, but this kind of people did exist.
Returnees, as the name suggests, are people who return to their native place of citizenship on the Ark. And what kind of people can become citizens of the Ark again... naturally, only those who have been exiled to the wilderness.
However, the requirements for returnees are very strict. The person must have made a huge contribution or had great value to the Ark. Moreover, for safety reasons, the identity of each returnee is kept confidential, and only the Security Bureau can check their previous files.
Over the past fifty years, the number of exiles may have reached tens of thousands, but the number of those who returned home can probably be counted on one hand.
"This guy is actually a naturalized citizen?" The Hound couldn't help but take another look at the survivor in the carriage. "What did he do wrong? Why did he regain his citizenship?"
