On the day the bionic prosthetic limbs were sold in Gusu City First Hospital, the outpatient building was crowded with patients with limbs who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Fortunately, the hospital was prepared, and Gusu City, as Ruikang's base camp, has many large-scale tertiary hospitals diverted, which can still be controlled.

Pang Chengxu was queuing up from around 7 a.m. until twelve noon, and it was finally his turn to make an appointment for a bionic prosthetic.

As soon as he entered the clinic where he had specially registered and made an appointment, a nurse walked up to take Pang Chengxu's medical insurance card and swiped it. His medical insurance information was displayed on the doctor's computer.

"Which part needs to be customized?" the doctor sitting at the desk asked without raising his head.

The nurse also looked up and down at Pang Chengxu, but did not find that he had any obvious disability. She said with some confusion: "Are you helping the dummy make an appointment for a bionic prosthetic limb? This must be made by myself. We need to collect data on residual limbs, which is accurate to millimeters."

Pang Chengxu shook his head, stretched his right hand nervously, moved his middle and ring fingers that were obviously different from ordinary people, and asked the doctor with some anxiety: "Doctor, can I customize my finger?"

The doctor who was originally lowering his head and sorting out the data was sorting out the data, raised his head and looked at Pang Chengxu.

When he saw his right hand, the doctor's expression was obviously stagnant. He put down his glasses and observed them carefully for more than ten seconds before frowning and saying, "Are you dysplasia caused by belt syndrome?"

Pang Chengxu nodded, looked at the doctor with a hope, and asked again: "Doctor, can you customize your fingers?"

The doctor was confused for a moment and said to him with some uncertainty: "Aren't your finger still there? Although it has a little poor development, it should be fine for daily use, right?"

Pang Chengxu shook the two thumbs on his right hand that were about the same size as the baby's fingers, and said with a wry smile: "Doctor, what do you think you can do with such a big finger?"

"Although these two fingers are still on the hands, for me, they are actually no different from being disabled."

In fact, Pang Chengxu still exaggerated a little. Although his two fingers are very short, it is better to have them than not. At least compared to disabled people who have really broken their fingers, it is not particularly difficult for him to use chopsticks and pens after he gets used to it.

But he had already had enough of such a deformed hand. From childhood to adulthood, he was called a monster and never stopped sarcasm. Later, after graduation, he looked for jobs everywhere. Whenever he was at the interview, when the interviewer saw his right hand, although he would not say anything directly, he would eventually be wiped out for various false reasons.

After going around, because of this hand, he could only find some jobs such as washing dishes, porters, and delivering food delivery. You should know that he graduated from a 985 university and should not be so difficult to find a job.

The reason is that his deformed right hand is subject to varying degrees of discrimination in life and work.

This made him hate his right hand very much!

There was no way to change this situation before, so he could only accept his fate and live with this deformed hand for the rest of his life except to hate God.

But now it’s different. The emergence of Ruikang’s bionic prosthesis has changed all this. He has an opportunity to change the status quo and set off again!

Pang Chengxu looked at the doctor with a nervous look, afraid that he could not hear words from the doctor that he could not customize bionic prosthetics.

Seeing the doctor's expression carefully, when he saw that the doctor's expression was very hesitant, he became ruthless and simply said directly: "Doctor, I must customize bionic prosthetic limbs. If you cannot customize because my fingers are not incomplete, you can help me chop these two fingers."

"As long as I don't have these two maldeveloped fingers, I should be able to customize bionic prosthetic limbs, right?"

The doctor was shocked by Pang Chengxu's words. He was so cruel. In order to buy bionic prosthetic limbs, he really could do anything!

The doctor was also shocked by him, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

When communicating with them, Ruikang Group only said that it was customized for patients who lost their limbs, but it did not mention how to deal with these patients with developmental deformities due to rare diseases.

Although he thought Pang Chengxu's idea was correct, long pain was better than short pain. Cutting off these two deformed and incomplete fingers and replacing them with two bionic prosthetic limbs was indeed better for him.

But there has never been a precedent for this. Although these are two deformed fingers, they are fingers after all. They asked their doctor to cut them off and then replace them with prosthetic limbs. This felt something was wrong.

What if Pang Chengxu regrets it in the future and wants to sue them for the hospital, it will become a confusing account and it is difficult to explain clearly.

But if he refuses Pang Chengxu, he might go home and chop his fingers with a knife.

But for ordinary people, they don’t know how to cut their fingers. If they just chop them up with a knife and don’t chop them well, they may have to cut them a few more, and people will faint from pain. This is obviously an unreliable approach.

This makes the doctor a little confused about how to deal with it.

He thought silently for a while, but finally decided to come up with a trick.

If you don’t decide to find a leader.

"Xiaomei, go and help me call the director!"

The nurse standing next to him nodded and went out to find the chief director of the hand surgery department.

Although the young master is tiring in his daily life, there are still many benefits. At least when encountering such things that may be trampled on or taken the blame, you don’t have to worry about it yourself. Just give it to the director who is capable of taking the blame to solve it.

He did not forget to say to Pang Chengxu: "You sit for a while first. I can't decide on this matter. Let our director come and talk to you."

A few minutes later, the director was hurriedly invited by the young nurse.

The doctor didn't talk nonsense, and tried to use the most concise words to explain the situation to the director.

After the director understood the general problem, he turned around and looked at Pang Chengxu for a few minutes, looked at his right hand for a while, pondered for a while, and then said to him: "I understand the mood of installing bionic prosthetic limbs, but the method is somewhat undesirable."

"We can cut this finger for you just by saying that you can cut it. Although it may be easy to cut it for a while now, what if you regret it in the future, or if there is any problem with Ruikang's bionic prosthesis in the future and cannot be used well compatiblely, it is impossible for you to pick up these two fingers."

"At that time, no matter how much you regret it, it will be too late to regret it."

"Have you considered this clearly?"

After being talked earnestly by the director, Pang Chengxu felt a little hesitant. Indeed, this bionic prosthetic limb has just been launched. If there is any problem in the future, wouldn’t he regret it and have no place to regret it?

But when he saw his ugly and deformed thumbs at the beginning of the movie, his decision immediately became firm.

Even if Ruikang's bionic prosthesis is not good and has defects in function, it can at least be no different from normal people in appearance. This alone is enough. He really never wants to see his ugly thumb again.

Even if Ruikang only has one prosthetic, he can accept it!

"Director, I decided that I just want to install bionic prosthetics!"

The chief director of the hand surgery department looked at Pang Chengxu in surprise. It has been a long time since he met a patient with such a strong will and such a strong determination.

This moved him a little.

"Okay, we can help you customize the bionic prosthesis."

"Since you have decided to cut, it is always much better to cut with the help of a professional doctor than to do whatever you want when you go back and do whatever you want."

"However, before the operation, you must sign a disclaimer agreement. We perform the removal surgery on your wishes. If you have any regrets in the future, it has nothing to do with our hospital, and you will bear all the consequences."

"Is there any problem?"
Chapter completed!