Chapter 45

[Object Class: Safe]

[Description: "SCP-2295" is a toy bear made of fabric scraps, stuffed with synthetic fiber and wool. "SCP-2295" has a small heart in the anatomically correct position inside its left chest, and a bow tied around its neck.]

[When a human with a continuously damaged organ appears within 2 meters of it, "SCP-2295" will enter an active state. When two or more humans meeting this condition appear within that range, "SCP-2295" will always choose the younger individual.]

["SCP-2295" will use fibers and stuffing from any nearby materials to create "SCP-2295-1"—a fabric replica of the individual's organ. "SCP-2295-1" will replace the individual's original organ in an anomalous manner. Where the replaced organs are moved to is currently unknown.]

[In the absence of available materials nearby, "SCP-2295" will use its own fabric and stuffing. "SCP-2295" regenerates 1 gram of stuffing daily until any lost or used parts are completely replaced. ...]

["SCP-2295-1" can successfully perform all functions of the original organ, although this phenomenon violates biological, chemical, and medical theories. Inside the individual's body, no obvious lesions occur in adjacent tissues or blood vessels connected to the imitation organ.]

As the document appeared.

All the viewers who were expecting a bloody scene were stunned.

I already took off my pants, and you show me this.

RNM, refund!

The bear is so cute, why does the Foundation need to contain it?

Just then.

The Herta puppet that was just AFK regained life.

She jumped off the bench and walked gracefully to the group:

"Himeko, can you lend me that doll to study?"

"Don't worry, I'm full of interest again, I'll definitely be able to glimpse some of the Foundation's secrets from it!"

Himeko returned to her usual, calm, and elegant posture.

She continued to drink her coffee and smiled:

"Although 'SCP-2295' is currently on the 'Astral Express,' we don't have ownership of it."

"From a legal perspective, it is the Foundation's property; we are only in temporary possession and do not have the corresponding right of disposal."

"From a strength perspective, I don't think we can beat the Foundation's fleet combined, and we don't know how much power the Foundation has yet to reveal."

"What do you think? Herta."

Safe?

The danger level had already become a safety level.

March 7th looked at the word "Safe" on the light screen, then looked at the little bear doll held above Pom-Pom's head, and suddenly felt it became very cute.

However, when she noticed that Stelle didn't rush directly into the Parlor Car because Bai Bai Xuan grabbed her hood, her eyes became a bit unfriendly.

Her cheeks puffed up slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned down.

Subsequently, March 7th pretended to be nonchalant as she took that hand, held it in her arms, and while acting spoiled, brought Bai Bai Xuan to Pom-Pom.

Pom-Pom walked to the two of them holding the little bear doll.

"Little March, Bai, do you know why Stelle told me to stay away from this doll?"

Bai Bai Xuan picked up "SCP-2295," the Bear with a Stitched Heart, gently rubbed its head, and then handed it to March 7th.

Then, he explained to Pom-Pom:

"Because this is a very powerful SCP."

Bai Bai Xuan felt Pom-Pom fade, turning completely white, about to turn into ashes.

So he hurriedly smiled and finished the second half of the sentence:

"But it is a very safe SCP."

"If one can accept the side effects of the therapy, then it is the world's only miracle doctor, and even more so, the hope for many terminally ill patients."

"Pom-Pom, if you replace a completely non-functional organ, the only price is that the new organ doesn't look so much like an organ, and some insignificant fabric."

"How many lives can be saved?"

Pom-Pom's two long ears crossed in front of its chest.

It nodded and said:

"Pom-Pom understands, Pom!"

"However, are we just going to wait for the Foundation to come and recover it?"

"I have an idea." March 7th was so excited that her voice cracked; she held the doll bear in front of Bai Bai Xuan, not even noticing that her monocle was slightly crooked.

Her pink eyes were full of light:

"Bai, I know where we're going next!"

"We're taking it to the medical room!"

Bai Bai Xuan smiled slightly, rubbed March 7th's pink hair, and straightened her non-prescription flat lens.

"Hmm!"

It feels really good to show affection during a live stream!

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The medical room did not belong to any of the five major departments of the space station and was one of the few departments that would not be involved in departmental discrimination and departmental struggles.

The five major departments were: Department of Stellar Boundary Species, Department of Galactic Law and Politics, Department of Light Abyss Secret Scrolls, Department of Universal Geography, and Department of Universal Object Response.

Thanks to the Antimatter Legion.

At this very moment, the medical room was packed with wounded.

Among them, there were quite a few seriously injured.

When the medical room was designed, it hadn't considered that one day it would need to handle such a large number of wounded at the same time.

Nor had it considered that beds meant only for physical examinations would actually become operating tables.

Although medical robot technology was advanced today, it was still far from replacing doctors.

Unless it reached the level of mechanical life, quite a few difficult and complicated diseases still required doctors to perform surgery.

When Bai Bai Xuan and his group were heading toward the space station, a surgery was being performed in the medical room.

"Debridement."

The doctor looked at the wound on the injured person and could only sigh that it was a miracle he was alive.

But after checking, the doctor was even more amazed that he hadn't died.

The Voidranger's blade had avoided all his vital organs; the only organ pierced was the small intestine.

If any of the other cuts had been angled even slightly differently, it would inevitably have damaged the heart, liver, or spleen.

Subsequently, he looked at the medical robot on the side and ordered:

"Prepare for anesthesia."

Although the injured person was already unconscious, to prevent him from waking up during the surgery and to prevent the body from instinctively reacting neurologically, the necessary steps could not be omitted.

Receiving the command, the robot locked onto the edge of the wound, the mechanical arm adjusted its angle slightly, and then poked down with the syringe.

"Beep—beep beep—"

As the prompt sounded, the local anesthesia was complete.

After another flurry of activity, the doctor had the robot flush the wound, while he used tweezers to probe the wound, remove foreign objects, and then cut away a small amount of skin, preparing for suturing.

Flesh wounds like this weren't a big problem.

What was truly fatal was internal organ damage.

Although modern medicine could already print organs to replace problematic ones to prolong life.

But,

First, this service was expensive and was a treatment plan for a few wealthy people;

Second, this technology was not suitable for emergency rescue.

Moreover, the Herta Space Station's medical room was not a real hospital.

There was not enough space and not enough manpower.

The doctor could only do his best to save the life of the wounded and wait for their vital signs to stabilize before transferring them to a hospital capable of further treatment.

One surgery ended, and the next injured person was pushed in immediately.

Looking at the young figure on the operating table, the doctor's brows were furrowed like a mountain peak.

Meanwhile. ===== CHAPTER 89 =====