The Farming Saint in the Starry Wastefand
Chapter 207 Letters Before Battle
Travis, the senior military doctor in charge of the base’s main medical wing, strode over at once. He was a seasoned medical officer with graying hair and years of battlefield experience etched into every line of his face.
He carefully checked the vital signs and mental power fluctuation monitors of several sleeping soldiers. His expression shifted from shock to gravity, then finally settled into deep confusion and intense curiosity.
“Fenix,” Travis’s voice carried both inquiry and urgency. “They said you brought food for the wounded. What exactly did you give them?”
Fenix knew there was no hiding it anymore. And the results in front of him had gone far beyond anything he’d expected, finally lifting the boulder that had been weighing on his heart. In its place came a surge of overwhelming joy and excitement.
He took a deep breath, walked up to Travis, snapped a salute, and said in a slightly trembling voice, Travis, what I gave them was… produce I brought back from Centria Planet. Special produce. Strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.”
“Special produce?” Travis frowned hard. “Special how? You know as well as I do that the pain caused by mental power damage can’t be fully relieved even by the highest–grade medical pods.”
Fenix hesitated, then decided to tell part of the truth. The results were already right there in front of everyone. “While I was recovering on Centria Planet, I discovered by accident that eating those strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes over time had a clear soothing and healing effect on my own mental power damage. When I saw what happened to the others here… I had no other options. I just thought I had to try.”
His words landed like a depth charge in still water. Everyone froze.
Food… heals mental power damage?
It was unheard of. With the kingdom’s current medical technology, treatment options for mental power damage, especially severe damage near total collapse, were extremely limited. At best, they could slow the deterioration, not cure it.
Travis’s eyes instantly sharpened. He stared hard at Fenix. “Are you certain? Where did those strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes come from? If they really have healing effects this outrageous, why haven’t they already been introduced into military medicine? Do you have any left?”
“Yes. I saved one strawberry specifically so you could study it.” Fenix immediately pulled out a single strawberry stored separately in a small chilled container from his storage button and handed it over with both hands.
Travis accepted the ordinary–looking red fruit with extreme care, as though it were something that might overturn the world. Even his fingers trembled slightly with excitement.
He looked deeply at the sleeping wounded, then at the small strawberry in his hand, and turned to his assistant with a grave expression. “Notify the biotech research institute immediately. Top priority. Also begin strict monitoring of every soldier who ate this food. Vital signs, mental power fluctuation data, everything. Report any change to me at once.”
Chapter 207 Letters Before Battle
Frushed
Then he looked back at Fenix, his expression complicated. There was scrutiny there, but also an anticipation he could barely suppress. “Fenix, you may have just rendered an enormous service. But right now, I need every piece of information you have about this product. Everything. Immediately
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