207 Little Mandron Soldier 30

The Third Marshal, Ding Wang and Xia Yueyu all stood in the observation room and watched, through the glass demarcation, as Ding Weimin sat still on his bed and laughed until his shoulders shook.

The movement caused the bloody marks on his face to extend a bit and begin bleeding afresh but he paid no mind. It was so painful to watch that Xia Yueyu's eyes reddened and she quickly activated the intercom. "Min'er!"

Ding Weimin froze and slowly looked over to the other side. He could feel the magnetic energy coursing through his body, viciously tearing at the walls of his veins and weakening them.

It was so bad that he had several nano machines connected to his body to constantly transfer his blood and patch his ruined veins I order to prevent him from internally drowning in his own blood.

Fortunately, he'd been administered with top grade anaesthetics which took away as much as 95% of the pain but the remaining 5% was still maddening enough.