Overturned Tower

"It's okay... wait a moment, it will be fine soon. The nerve is more than half connected, and the contacts have already started to be soldered."

The man's voice was muffled by the respirator.

Strangling has lost his right arm.The base of his prosthetic body, which is like a horseshoe, is now more than half stuck.

The man spread his right arm and placed it on the workbench.On the engineering prosthesis of his right arm, the six ports are all connected with different precision instruments.

It was a metal tentacle like a crazy doctor that would give children nightmares after seeing it.

Eight slightly thicker tentacles, about the thickness of a thumb to the thickness of a little finger, are undergoing painless welding and base assembly.There are also [-] small probes the thickness of a sweater needle, which are continuously inserted into the base for nerve connection.There is also a robotic arm that is dispensing medicine. After dispensing continuously, it injects injections at intervals on the flesh and blood surrounding the prosthetic hand.

Just a drop like dew, like a dotted line on the skin.

There is also an interface, some electrodes stick out, and are pasted all over the strangler's body.The last interface is inserted into the operating chair, and more things are handed over to the doctor as he wishes.

Six things in one mind - this is the foundation of prosthetic doctor.It is always the most difficult to assemble prosthetics for the first time, and replacement and upgrade are easier.

Every time the middle-aged doctor took a deep breath, thick white smoke would be sucked out of the respirator and inhaled.

When he exhales slowly again, the white mist in the respirator will be emptied.His breathing rate was so low, one breath was even slower than ten seconds, but he didn't suffocate at all.

Hang Hang stared at him and thought about it for a few seconds before realizing that this was the prosthetic doctor hired by the Yongquan Island Fuji Society.

——It’s not very handy, doctor.Why do you still have to take drugs?

Hang Kill opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.

It's not that the words came out of his mouth and then fell back into his stomach, the main reason is that it's really inconvenient for him to speak now.His tongue was numb and his speech was slurred.

Strangling can recognize it, it is an inhaled oxygen-mixed cognitive enhancer.

When it comes to prosthetics, cognitive enhancers are inseparable.Even strangling his own left arm was receiving a mix of cognitive enhancers and anti-inflammatory drugs on an IV drip.

But he is a patient...

Doctors wear this mask only in special cases.

——The main purpose is to prevent hand slipping, hand shaking or misoperation, accidentally connecting the wrong nerve when connecting the nerve.Therefore, prosthetic doctors who are not very proficient, or in a bad state—for example, if they stay up late and work overtime, they will work while inhaling cognitive enhancers to ensure that no major troubles will occur.

This thing is much better than coffee.It is not only refreshing, but also calming and intellectualizing.

It's just... the feeling of watching the prosthetic doctor put on the breathing mask is like watching the doctor carefully study the case and examination report, look up at the patient, hesitate for a long time, and then call his teacher and ask quietly What is the same.

While feeling that the doctor seemed a little unreliable, he also felt obvious panic and fear.

But strangling also understands that there is no other way.

This is exactly what the local relief society attaches importance to itself.

He urgently asked for amputation and prosthetic hand in the middle of the night... Even if he didn't ask for the prosthetic hand, the doctor always had to sleep.In the middle of the night, he was shaken awake by the local relief agency, who used favors to perform surgery on him.

You know, cognitive enhancers have a lot of burden on the brain, liver and kidney.So if it is used normally, the body will definitely not be able to bear it... Only when performing important operations, will it be safe to inhale cognitive enhancers.

Otherwise, even if you make a wrong connection... At worst, the fuse will be disconnected and connected again.

There will always be mistakes.

At most this reconnection is not your money.

Although Stranding didn't equip a prosthetic body before, it doesn't mean he didn't understand.

These uncoded people have a great demand for prosthetic bodies for combat.The consumption rate of the prosthetic body is also very fast - not only the prosthetic body is damaged, but the flesh limbs are also easily damaged in various conflicts.At that time, it needs to be replaced with a prosthetic body.

And the prosthetic doctors in the lower city are definitely not as reliable as those in the upper city.Only a small number of doctors who are persecuted by enterprises really understand medical skills and prosthetic body maintenance.Most of the remaining ones are "self-taught".It is completely normal to connect the wrong nerve or something.

For example, the prosthetic hand has been connected, but four of the six slots are not lit-but it can be used as a hand after all, and at least two ports are still lit.

If it works, don’t repair it, and if you repair it again, five of them may not light up.

However, the nerve connection is wrong, which will cause a fixed twitch from time to time when performing a certain action, or a momentary weakness in grasping under certain circumstances. There is no way to solve this problem.Be considerate - just as it's set up.You'll get used to it the more you use it.

As for the poor contact of the interface of the smart weapon from time to time, the prosthetic body decoupling and slipping due to poor welding, or the base is slightly off by one or two degrees, resulting in errors in the accuracy of the arm...all of these are normal.

The prosthetic body business in the lower urban area of ​​Xingfu Island pays attention to one thing that will not be refunded when you go out.Unless the problem is so obvious that it can be found immediately and solved on the spot - as long as the problem goes out, the problem that occurs again will be regarded as a non-quality problem.

Of course, as long as you point a gun at the doctor's head, you can still ask the other party to replace it for free.But that would require a few more people... After all, when the nerve connection is performed again, the patient cannot move.

If there is really a Lengtouqing with a gun to force the doctor to assemble a prosthetic body for free... There is a high probability that after a shot of anesthesia, it will be precisely divided into packages of fresh goods in less than two hours, and delivered in a cold state. Go to the black market in downtown.Ensure that the life value of the remaining 5 minutes is maximized.

"...how much longer, doctor?"

Hang Hang waited for a while, and began to feel a little pain in his right shoulder.

He frowned and asked in a low voice.

"It's coming soon."

The doctor replied in the same way: "Persist a little longer...or I will give you another injection of local analgesics?"

"……Row."

Hang Kill thought for a moment, then agreed.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Hang Sha looked at the door vigilantly, and found that it was Xiaoya who came in.

For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good morning, Mr. Strangler!"

Xiaoya showed a clean and cheerful smile: "Will you stop sleeping? It's only eight o'clock."

They started the operation at 03:30 in the middle of the night, and four hours have passed by now.

Counting this time, Strangling has not slept well for three nights.

But there is no way.

He couldn't shake his head, so he could only speak in a low voice: "I feel very little."

"That also requires adequate sleep, Mr. Strangler."

Miss Mermaid taught her a serious lesson.

If it was the inferior one who was babbling here, the strangulation would have been sprayed back—if he could move, it would probably be a punch.

——For the contortionist who is good at jujitsu, his fist is a symbol of friendship.When he really wanted to kill, he always used his palms to touch others.

But for some reason, Hang Kill didn't have the anger he expected in his heart at this moment.

He just tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Great mother..."

"How's it going, Mr. Spider?"

Xiaoya worriedly asked the prosthetic doctor.

"It's going well, and it's almost finished. The nerve connection is almost finished, and there are less than half. Solder the contacts and add the shell, and there will be no problem."

The man told Xiaoya again what he had said about strangulation.

Xiaoya thought for a moment, and asked precisely this time: "Can it be finished at 09:30? There will be a cake shop that opens at nine o'clock... I want to buy a cake for Mr. Strangling. But wait until the first Come back after the furnace is ready, maybe 09:30."

"Then go and wait in line first."

Doctor "Spider" simply replied this time: "It's almost ten o'clock."

——Then you said it's almost over!

Strangling felt his blood pressure go up all of a sudden.

Chapter 70 Whale and Man

"Cake or something..."

Hearing Xiaoya's words, Hang Sha frowned and murmured in a low voice.

Don't buy me that stuff - that's what he meant to say.

But he was only silent for a moment, and then saw Xiaoya's shining eyes.

"Ah, as for the cake, I actually want to eat it..."

Xiaoya clasped her hands together, and closed one eye apologetically: "I really want to eat their luxury durian cake - but I can't eat it by myself, it's too big! It's not good to waste things... Now I can rely on the excuse of thanking Mr. Hang to relieve my greed, I am really grateful!

"Oh, by the way...Mr. Hang! Can you eat durian?"

"...anything is fine."

Hanging was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice.

"Is it edible, or do you like it?"

Xiaoya asked in turn.

When it comes to cakes, her eyes seem to be shining: "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it with me. Their strawberry ice cream cake is also a must. It is said that real strawberries are frozen into powder and then seasoned. Then I remade it into a strawberry shape! Wow, I was craving it from the video - but it would be too wasteful to buy it by myself - "

"... long-winded."

Hang Kill frowned, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You just buy it. It's the same if you can't finish the rest and give it to me."

Anyway, he has long been used to eating leftovers.

As for the cake or something...

Maybe I still had some thoughts when I was a teenager, but now I don't have that naive idea.

"Cake" has never been able to represent happiness.

It doesn't represent anything, and all the beautiful meanings attached to it are just false echoes and self-fulfilling prophecies.It is like devotion to the statue, not so much praying to God, but praying to oneself.

But today's strangulation can only feel pain when thinking of it.

But even so, he will not lose his temper.

If he had been bound by the way of "anger" before, he might be angered because of it... But now he has cut himself off from his past self.Now that he is rational, he can perceive Xiaoya's kindness and tenderness.

Because of this, even if he felt sick just thinking about the cake, he would never show it in front of her.

Hang Ling has such self-confidence—even if his body instinctively wants to vomit, his ability to control his body can keep him from frowning all the time.Not to mention eating cakes and durians... Even if he is forced to eat shit, Hanging will never waver about it, let alone show the slightest fear.

His pride is not that superficial thing.

"So, is it a durian cake? Or a strawberry cake? Or something else, I remember something else, let me check..."

"Strawberries are fine."

Hang Sha closed his eyes and interrupted: "Just strawberry cake."

This is by no means the strawberry cake he bought back then, so he felt a little fluttering about the name...

It's just that he was a little annoyed by the noise, so he quickly asked her to leave.

For some reason... just by being here, it upsets Strangler.He felt as if he had lost the patience of a hunter, and his emotions could easily become out of control.

Probably because...

...Why?

Strangled was stunned.

He subconsciously wanted to give meaning to his actions, but he couldn't even remember why he treated her differently.

"Okay, strawberry shortcake - I'm going to get the big one! Definitely enough to fill Mr. Strangler!"

Xiaoya didn't sleep at all last night, but she looks quite energetic now: "I remember that Mr. Strangled is here to find someone... I can save some for Mr. Wicked! Although I don't know what happened to him, but If something bad happens, just eat some cake!"

"...It's hard to say whether he is still alive."

Although in his own heart, he firmly believed that the inferior must still be alive.

But for some reason, when Xiaoya believed so convincingly that the inferior was still alive, Strangling felt that she had to raise the bar to be comfortable.

This behavior is also irrational.

Why am I doing this...?

Strangled was lost in confusion.

Could it be that I regard her as my protector, so when she makes a certain opinion, I want to seize the right to speak based on the consciousness of being a leader?Or to put it another way, I am actually looking forward to the survival of the inferior in my heart, but I hope to express pessimistic thoughts on my lips, hoping that she will refute me and establish my true hopeful position from another angle. Lower your expectations to avoid frustration?or...

Hang Hang kept a stern face and seriously analyzed himself.

Either seems possible.But neither seems quite right.