Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 643 The Family's Dilemma

"They really got off easy this time. They were lucky," Kane said, staring resentfully at the departing enemy ship.

Unexpectedly, Siforth immediately ordered his men: "Send a top-secret telegram to the palace: Yves Theodore, the third son of the Federation President, is departing from Goodell in a modified starship. He is expected to pass through the dust and fog belt, the anti-abyss belt, and return to the Federation system along the equator J2000. The total number of people is less than 20. Also, prepare to intercept the escape pods."

"Is the signal transmitter in his shoe still working?" Sifus asked, turning his head.

The soldier looked up and gave an "OK" sign: "Everything is normal, moving at a speed of kilometers per hour."

Sifus nodded: "Okay, send the monitoring link over there and let them check it in real time. The rest is none of our business."

"Yes!"

Kane stared in disbelief: So… Father never intended to let him go?! Then why not just…

After mentally rehearsing it several times, Kane quickly figured it out.

Every step the father took was the optimal solution at that moment, whether it was using someone else to do the dirty work or choosing to finish the job later. If the safety of the hostages was the top priority, they couldn't afford to take any risks.

Moreover, for someone of Yves's stature, an escape pod would certainly be essential.

If they weren't absolutely certain they could kill him, and then let Yves go back alive, that would be a huge liability.

Kane looked at his father with admiration, marveling at how much he had learned this time.

“Go and call Ganz over, we’re going down,” Siforth said.

The starship slowly landed on the top of the cliff.

This open space was familiar to Sifus.

When his daughter was little, he had brought her here with the chief's family to gather ula grass. Ganz was also bitten by a snake here.

He still remembers the scene. People would put up tarpaulins to provide shade on the small hilltops, or just lay out straw mats if they weren't so particular. It was a lively scene of the whole family working together, which looked like a picnic, even though it was called labor.

Looking at it now, the contrast is stark. The valley is riddled with signs of human trampling; the soil is dug up and uneven, and the roots of stunted plants are exposed. The cliffs are crowded with artifacts of interstellar civilization that shouldn't be there, and the stench of death attracts flies to swarm nearby…

The surviving hostages were unaware that they were out of danger. In their eyes, Seifert and his group were just another group vying for resources. It wasn't until a familiar voice drifted into their ears that they were jolted awake from a dream.

"Second brother!"

Ganz ran over with red eyes to recognize everyone. Gan Yi and the others were extremely surprised. Only when they saw Siforth walking slowly behind him did they finally understand.

"Second brother, Godfather brought me to rescue everyone. It's alright now, we're safe..."

Hot tears slid down their cheeks and fell onto the land. The survivors embraced each other and wept bitterly.

The soldiers took the opportunity to step forward and use pliers to cut off the restraints on their hands and feet.

Sifus didn't want to interrupt, but time was limited, so he had no choice but to interject, "Let's go back first. There's water, medicine, and food over there, and our tribesmen are waiting for us."

In the camp, Xu Weiwei was "checking on the patients." Those who had undergone surgery or were seriously injured and required special care had red ribbons tied to their tents for easy identification.

Ryan didn't want her to do these things anymore, but Xu Weiwei convinced him to let her out for a walk by saying that she "had already recovered," "wasn't tired from ward rounds, and had finished all the heavy work yesterday," and "was bored."

Ryan was worried, so he followed behind her the whole time. He had a small folding stool hanging from his arm, which he would unfold and place under her every time they met.

Xu Weiwei wasn't used to it at first. He was the one who was conspicuous, but she was the one who was embarrassed. The patient's gaze was like he was looking at a weirdo, which was quite awkward.

But I got used to it eventually—it really was comfortable. Not tiring at all.

Around nine o'clock, the two escort ships returned, bringing back over thirty lives. The camp was suddenly filled with life, but many others looked dejected after searching in vain for their loved ones.

This is the last batch. If none of them are here, it means their loved ones will never return.

Among the group, Gan Yi was the most seriously injured, mainly in his eyes, which Xu Weiwei immediately sensed was bad.

"Does our starship have slit lamps and optical coherence tomography (OCT)?"

“We have a slit lamp, but we can use a CT scan instead for now. Let’s carry the person in,” a military doctor said.

Xu Weiwei has had relatively few ophthalmology cases, but she understands the underlying principles.

Gan Yi's eye injury was severe, with clearly visible features including corneal edema, hyphema, iris root detachment, and lens opacity. The CT scan revealed an even more concerning situation.

It can be seen that the outline of the eyeball has changed, its volume has shrunk, indicating that it has ruptured. In addition, there is a retrobulbar hematoma and a fracture of the orbital wall...

Several military doctors are discussing surgical plans.

Ganz pressed his face against the glass outside the door, unable to hear what they were saying inside, but the way Xu Weiwei glanced up at him gave him a vague sense of unease.

A short while later, the discussion inside ended, and someone shouted, "Patient's family!"

"Yes!" Ganz immediately pushed the door open and went in.

"Here's the situation, listen carefully. Your brother's left eye is in serious condition. Conservative treatment requires a ruptured eyeball repair surgery to suture the corneal and iris wounds, restore the integrity of the eyeball wall, push the prolapsed tissue back in, and then flush the front..."

"...This whole process only involves the first stage of surgery; his eyes are still unable to see. A second stage of repair is needed, to reconstruct function after the first stage surgery has gone well."

"However, the damage to his eye structure is already very severe, with wounds all the way to the limbus. Even with a primary surgery, 100% restoration of vision cannot be guaranteed, and the chance of developing sympathetic ophthalmia is very high if the wound does not heal well."

"This disease is very special. It has a certain incubation period, which can be as short as a few days or as long as decades. After it occurs, the inflammation in the initially injured eye will attack the other healthy eye, triggering a series of diseases, which can lead to blindness in severe cases."

"Can you understand?"

"I..." Ganz's mind was in a mess, like paste, and he could hardly think.

Xu Weiwei took a deep breath, steeled her heart, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Two options: one, remove the injured left eye directly; two, try to save it, but there is a chance that it will still not restore sight, and there is a risk of damaging the healthy right eye."

Which one to choose?

Ganz took a step back, knocking over a chair, which in turn bumped into a trolley, causing the small medicine bottles on the tray to clatter and rattle, just like his chaotic state of mind.