"Someone is injured and needs surgery."

The mercenary said quickly.

"Injured while fighting with the aborigines? Do you still need surgery?"

The tower correspondent seemed surprised.

"There's something wrong with the exoskeleton. It exploded. Hurry up, you've lost too much blood." The mercenary shouted loudly.

"Okay, berth 12 is ready, and the medical robot is in place."

The tower responded.

The mercenary set up automatic parking, and the aircraft automatically flew into the spacecraft and stopped at the berth.

Several disinfectants wearing protective clothing first disinfected the outside of the aircraft, and then several medical robots came over and pushed the operating bed.

"Thank you."
Chapter completed!