The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372 A Fragile Thread of Hope

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Elio knew Flynn’s temperament. He was proud and stubborn, the kind of man who would rather carry every burden alone than reach out for help, especially from the military.

Because in his mind, resources were limited, and they should be saved for those who needed them more

But that idiot didn’t realize that, in the eyes of his friends, he was one of those people.

No one knew how much time had passed before the doors to the operating room finally opened.

A middle-aged doctor in a white coat stepped out, his expression tired but professional.

Elio rushed forward immediately. “Doctor, how is he?”

The doctor removed his mask, glanced at Elio’s uniform, and let out a quiet sigh. “For now, he’s out of immediate danger. We’ve treated his external injuries, and the blood loss has been stabilized. But…”

That single word made Elio’s heart jump into his throat.

“The most serious issue isn’t his physical injuries, it’s here.” The doctor tapped his temple. “Mental power damage. His test results show that while the damage hasn’t reached the theoretical 80% collapse threshold. the situation is extremely unusual and difficult.”

The doctor pulled up a holographic display that was filled with complex waveforms and data.

“Look at this. His mental power is wildly unstable, with multiple ‘dead knots’ and ‘void gaps. It’s like a net that’s been violently twisted, torn apart, and then crudely stitched back together. It may still exist on the surface, but internally, it’s riddled with damage. Its functionality is severely compromised. This kind of damage is more dangerous than a simple percentage value. It prevents him from properly using his mental power strength, and worse, it’s beginning to erode his physical condition and mental clarity. What you see outwardly is declining strength, slowed reactions, severe headaches, and potential instability in emotion and cognition.”

The doctor paused briefly. “You could say he’s in a ‘false stability’ state. If he experiences intense stimulation, or if his physical condition declines further, that fragile balance could collapse. And when it does, he won’t need to reach 80%. His mental power and his life could disintegrate instantly, and when that happens…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

When that moment came, Flynn would be beyond saving.

“Can it be treated?” Elio asked, his voice dry, clinging to the last trace of hope.

The doctor shook his head regretfully. “Conventional treatments-stabilizing drugs, recovery devices, even high-risk experimental gene therapies-will have little effect on a case like his. They might even make it worse. The most we can do is maintain his bodily functions, use medication to case some of the pain, and delay that ‘critical point. But… this is only a delay. It cannot be reversed. And the process will be extremely painful. His quality of life will be very poor”

Cannot be reversed… Only delayed… Extremely painful…

Chapter 372 A Fragile Thread of Hope

Those

drove into Elio’s chest like an icicle.

He

fo

ed Flynn on the arena floor, taking blow after blow while protecting his vital points, and him If to stand in that office, stubbornly demanding his pay… He had been enduring all of that still thinking about leaving money for his family.

to be a way.

ly, a spark flashed through Elio’s mind. Farm Planet A001!

tplace was rumored to heal mental power damage.

here had been reports of beasts capable of mental power attacks, and soldiers gravely injured from the rontier… Elmer had also said they survived because of something from that farm.

If it was truly as miraculous as people claimed, maybe Flynn still had a chance.

Once the thought took root, it spread like wildfire.

Right, he had to send Flynn there.

He needed to do this as soon as possible.

“Doctor, thank you. Please stabilize him for now. Use the best medication, and don’t worry about the cost. Elio said, forcing himself to stay calm.

Then he turned to one of the soldiers and gave a few quiet instructions. The soldier nodded and quickly left to handle the aftermath, including having a “conversation” with the arena about the unpaid money

Elio steadied himself, then pushed open the hospital room door.

Flynn was awake. He lay on the bed, his head and face wrapped in thick bandages, only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible.

His skin was pale as paper, and his gaze was unfocused. But when he saw Elio enter, his eyes struggled to focus, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to smile again.

Elio walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside him. Looking at him like this, the ache he had just suppressed surged

He forced h

idiot… A

under

d with frustration. “You’re awake. How do you feel? You

ouble and don’t think to call me? Huh? Going into

12″

ed slightly. Looking at the bloodshot red in Elio’s

. it felt warm

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