Those cold tones, the past mixed with shadows, blood, vomit and broken limbs.
He dreamed of hanging that man again, dreamed of screaming with blood on his face in the boxing ring, dreamed of using jujitsu to twist the stupid maniac who provoked him until his whole body was broken into pieces.
He dreamed again of the handmade luxury cake that he wanted to eat that day but failed to eat.
It was his birthday and the anniversary of his mother's death.
Since then, Strangler had never eaten a birthday cake. That was the first time he was interested in it after being exposed to the uptown culture... He tried to imitate the people in uptown and bought himself a birthday cake as a celebration.
Since then, Strangler has stopped eating cake. He has become stronger, has power, and no longer has the pressure to survive. He has had countless opportunities to eat cake... But when he sees the packaged cake again, he only thinks
It makes him irritated and flustered - reminds him of the worst day, and even gives him nightmares at night.
Because of this, Hangsha didn't have any "material pictures" of what he would see when he "opened the cake box" in his mind.
So, when he opened the cake box in his dream, he only saw a bloody head - that was the most "gift" he had ever seen in his life. When many people asked him to do something, they would do it for him.
He wears a head...from someone who has offended the strangulation.
It's not that man's. It's not his mother's either.
But "Xiaoya".
"——Hmm."
The next moment, Hangsha suddenly woke up.
But he found that it was difficult for him to open his eyes now.
After a while, as the consciousness of strangulation gradually returned and his paralyzed mind gradually became clear, he realized that he was lying on the operating chair.
It was not a comfortable experience - definitely not the kind of massage or hot spring feeling that makes you fall asleep, but closer to the shallow dream you enter when you have a high fever and are close to fainting, and you vaguely lose consciousness.
But his body is still not very bright. The touch of every part seems to no longer belong to him...
"woke up?"
A man's dull voice came.
Hangzhou looked along the light and saw a man wearing a respirator and goggles sitting on his right. The man only had hair on one side, which was tied into a braid, while the other side had a subcutaneous prosthesis embedded in it.
.The circuit board and heat dissipation holes visible to the naked eye are on his face, like a cyber-flavored tattoo totem.
He glanced at Strangler and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"It seems that you are quite resistant to anesthesia, and you woke up more than an hour early.
"It's okay...just wait a moment, it will be fine soon. The nerves are more than half connected and the contacts have already started to be soldered."
The man's voice was muffled by the respirator.
Strangler has lost his right arm. The base of his prosthetic body, which looks like a horseshoe, is now more than half stuck.
The man spread his right arm and placed it on the workbench. The six interfaces on the engineering prosthetic hand of his right arm were filled with different precision instruments.
Those are metal tentacles that will give children nightmares after seeing them, like a mad doctor.
Eight slightly thicker tentacles, about the thickness of a thumb to a little finger, are being painlessly welded and assembled on the base. There are also fourteen small probes only as thick as a sweater needle, which are continuously inserted into the base for nerve connection.
.There is also a robotic arm that is dispensing medicine. After continuously dispensing medicine, it injects injections at regular intervals into the flesh and blood surrounding the prosthetic hand.
Just a drop like a dewdrop, like a dotted line on the skin.
There is also an interface that protrudes some electrodes and attaches them to various parts of Strangler's body. And the last interface is plugged into the operating chair, and more things can be handed over to the doctor as he pleases.
One mind, six functions - this is the foundation of a prosthetic doctor. Assembling a prosthesis for the first time is always the most difficult, while replacement and upgrades are easier.
Every time the middle-aged doctor took a deep breath, thick white smoke would be extracted from the respirator and inhaled.
When he exhales slowly, the white mist in the respirator will be cleared. His breathing rate is so low that one breath is even slower than ten seconds, but he is not suffocating at all.
Hangsha stared at him and thought about it for a few seconds before he remembered that this was the prosthetic doctor that the Yongquan Island Fuji Society had found for him.
——You’re not very good at your craft, doctor. Why do you still need to take drugs?
Hangsha opened his mouth, but still no words came out.
It's not that the words come to his mouth and then go back to his stomach, the main reason is that it's really difficult for him to speak now. His tongue is numb and his speech is unclear.
You can recognize Strangler, it's an inhaled oxygen-mixed cognitive enhancer.
Speaking of prosthetics, cognitive enhancers are indispensable. Even the left arm that strangled himself was being infused intravenously with a mixture of cognitive enhancers and anti-inflammatory drugs.
But he is a patient...
Doctors will wear such masks only in special circumstances.
——Mainly to prevent hand slippage, shaking hands or misoperation, and accidentally connecting the wrong nerve during nerve connection. Therefore, prosthetic doctors who are not very skilled may be in poor condition——such as staying up late and working overtime.
Next, you will inhale cognitive enhancers while working to ensure that no big trouble occurs.
This thing is much better than coffee. Not only can it refresh you, it can also calm you and increase your intelligence.
It's just that... watching the prosthetic doctor put on the respirator feels 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
Wearing something the same.
While I felt that this doctor seemed a bit unreliable, I also felt obviously flustered and scared.
But Strangler also understood that there was no other way.
This is exactly how the local Fuji Society values itself.
In the middle of the night, he urgently requested amputation and the installation of a prosthetic hand... Even though he had no requirements for the prosthetic hand, the doctor always had to sleep. In the middle of the night, he was shaken awake by the local relief organization and used a favor to perform surgery on him.
You must know that cognitive enhancers put a lot of burden on the brain, liver and kidneys. Therefore, if used regularly, the body will definitely not be able to bear it... Only when important operations are performed, cognitive enhancers will be inhaled to ensure
Nothing goes wrong.
Otherwise, even if you connect it wrongly... the worst case scenario is that the fuse will blow and you'll have to connect it again.
Mistakes will always happen.
At most, this reconnection will not be counted as your money.
Although Strangler has not equipped a prosthetic body before, it does not mean that he does not understand.
They, the Uncoded, have a great demand for prosthetic bodies for combat. The prosthetic bodies are also consumed very quickly - not only the prosthetic bodies are damaged, but the physical limbs are also easily damaged in various conflicts. At that time, they need to be replaced with prosthetic bodies.
Body.
The prosthetic doctors in Xiacheng District are definitely not as reliable as those in Shangcheng District. Only a small part of them are doctors who have been persecuted by companies and really understand medical skills and prosthetic body maintenance. The remaining vast majority are "self-taught". Wrong answer
Nerves and other things are completely normal problems.
For example, the prosthetic hand has been connected, but four of the six slots are not lit - but it can still be used as a normal hand, and at least two of the slots are lit.
If it works, don't repair it. If you repair it again, the five parts may not work.
And if the nerves are connected wrongly, it will cause a fixed twitch from time to time when performing a certain action, or there will be a moment of weakness in the grip under certain circumstances. There is nothing that can be done about this problem. Please be considerate - it should be treated as its design.
That's it. You'll get used to it if you use it too much.
As for the interface of the smart weapon, poor contact from time to time, weak welding causing the prosthetic body to decouple and slip, or the base being slightly offset by one or two degrees, resulting in errors in the accuracy of the arm... these are all normal conditions.
The prosthetic body business in Xiacheng District, Xingfu Island, is about never leaving the business. Unless the problem is so obvious that it can be discovered immediately and solved on the spot - as long as it is out of the door, any further problems will be regarded as non-quality problems.
Of course, as long as you point a gun at the doctor's head, you can still ask him to replace it for free. But that will require a few more people... After all, when reconnecting a nerve connection, the patient cannot move.
If there really is a stupid young man who comes with a gun to force the doctor to assemble a prosthetic body for free... There is a high probability that after an injection of anesthetic, it will be accurately divided into packages of fresh supplies in no more than two hours and delivered in a cold state.
Go to the black market in Xiacheng District and ensure that the value of the remaining five minutes of life is maximized.
"...how long, doctor?"
After waiting for a while, he began to feel some pain in his right shoulder.
He frowned and asked in a low voice.
"It's coming, it's coming."
The doctor replied in the same manner: "Hold on a little longer...or may I give you another injection of local analgesic?"
"……OK."
Hangsha thought for a moment and finally agreed.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
Hangzhou looked at the door warily and found that it was Xiaoya who came in.
For some reason, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good morning, Mr. Strangler!"
Xiaoya showed a clean and cheerful smile: "Aren't you going to sleep for a while? It's only eight o'clock."
They started the operation at 3:30 in the middle of the night, and it has only been four hours now.
Counting this time, I haven't slept well for three nights.
But there is nothing we can do.
He couldn't shake his head, so he could only whisper: "I feel very little."
"Then you have to get enough sleep, Mr. Strangler."
Miss Mermaid taught her seriously and seriously.
If it were a bad person who was nagging here, the strangulation would be sprayed right back - if he could move, it would probably be a punch.
——For Strangler, who is good at jujitsu, his fist is a symbol of friendship. When he really has murderous intentions, he always touches others with the surface of his palm.
But for some reason, Hangsha didn't have the anger he expected in his heart at this moment.
He just tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.
He mumbled in a voice that probably only he could hear: "What a mother-in-law..."
"How's it going, Mr. Spider?"
Xiaoya asked the prosthetic doctor worriedly.
"It's going very well. It's almost finished. The nerve connection is almost finished, and there's less than half left. Weld the contacts and add the shell and it'll be fine."
The man told Xiaoya again what he said about strangulation.
Xiaoya thought for a moment, and asked accurately this time: "Can it be finished at half past nine? There will be a cake shop that opens at nine o'clock in a while... I want to buy a cake for Mr. Strangler. But wait until the first
When the furnace is ready, it might be half past nine when we come back."
"Then go ahead and wait in line."
Doctor "Spider" replied simply this time: "It will be finished at almost ten o'clock."
——Then you said it was almost finished!
Hangsha felt his blood pressure suddenly rise.
I originally wanted to write one chapter and publish it, but this chapter has a lot of words and my physical condition is a bit weak. It took me almost five hours to write three thousand two...
Reporting on the physical condition, the fever is basically gone! I still have a slight fever today, but it does not exceed 37 degrees!
Now my throat is hoarse + my body is weak, and then my sense of smell is partially lost...at least I can't smell the sweetness of fruits, but I can smell chicken soup normally. Then the sweetness of Coke is reduced by 20% to 30%, which is sugar-free Coke.
No reduction, very mysterious...
My body is a little weak now, and I have to take a breath after writing more than a thousand. Mainly, the parts from the forearms to the wrists, and the lower back tend to lose strength.
I feel like I can resume some updates. If I can’t finish writing, I’ll update it. I’ll write until I’m tired, and I’ll write as much as I can!