Those cool tones are mixed with shadows, dirty blood, vomit and broken limbs.
He dreamed that he hanged the man again, dreamed of his roaring blood on the boxing ring, dreamed of stinging the stupid madman who provoked him with Jiu Jitsu to pieces.
He dreamed of the handmade luxury cake he wanted to eat that day but didn't.
It was his birthday, his mother's death.
Since then, Xingzhe has never eaten a birthday cake. That was the first time he was interested in the culture of Shangcheng District... he tried to learn from the people in Shangcheng District and buy himself a birthday cake as a celebration.
After that, Xingsha stopped eating cakes. He became strong, had power, and no longer had the pressure to survive. He had countless opportunities to eat cakes... But when he saw the packaged cakes again, he would only let him
Irritable and panic-remind him of the worst day, and even made him have nightmares at night.
Because of this, Shansha didn't have the "material picture" of what he would see when he opened the cake box.
So, when he opened the cake box in his dream, he only saw a bloody head - the most "gift" he had ever seen in his life. Many people would ask him to do things for
He brought a head...from someone who had offended the strangled one.
It was not that man's or his mother's.
But it's from "Xiao Ya".
"——Hmm."
The next moment, Xingsha 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, his thinking gradually became clear, and he realized that he was lying on the operating chair.
That is not a comfortable experience - it is definitely not the feeling of being comfortable to sleep when massage or hot spring bath, but it is closer to the shallow dream that comes into being when you have a high fever and faint, and you vaguely lose consciousness.
But his body is still not very smart. The touch of each part becomes as if it is no longer owned...
"woke up?"
A dull voice from a man came.
Looking down the light, I saw a man wearing a respirator and goggles sitting on his right side. The man had hair on only one side.
It was tied into a braid, and the other side was embedded with a subcutaneous prosthesis. The circuit board and heat dissipation hole visible to the naked eye were on his face, like a tattoo totem with a cyber-flavor.
He glanced at Shank, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"It seems that you have strong anesthesia resistance and wake up more than an hour earlier.
"It's okay to wait a moment, it'll be fine soon. The nerves are more than half connected and the contact points have already started to be welded."
The man's voice was blocked by a respirator and looked dull.
The strangle had lost his right arm. His prosthetic base, which was like a horseshoe, has now been stuck in half.
The man spread his right arm and placed it on the workbench. The engineering hand of his right arm was connected to the six interfaces with different precision instruments.
That will make children have nightmares after seeing it, like a mad doctor.
Eight slightly thicker tentacles, about the thickness of the thumb to the thickness of the little finger, are being painlessly welded and assembled with the base. There are also fourteen small probes that are only the size of a sweater needle, which are constantly inserted into the base to perform nerve connections.
.There is also a robotic arm that is dispensing medicine. After continuously dispensing medicine, an injection is given at every distance on the flesh surrounding the ritual hand.
Just a drop like dewdrops, it was like a dotted line was cast on the skin.
There is also an interface that protrudes some electrodes and sticks them all over the body. The last interface is inserted into the surgical chair and handed him more things as the doctor wants.
One-hearted and six uses - this is the basis of prosthetic doctor. Assembling prosthetic bodies for the first time is always the most difficult, and replacement and upgrading are simpler.
Every time the middle-aged doctor took a deep breath, rich white smoke would be drawn out and sucked in the respirator.
enter.
When he exhaled slowly, the white mist in the respirator would be cleared. His breathing frequency was so low that he was even slower than ten seconds at a time, but he had no room to breathe at all.
Standa stared at him and thought for a few seconds before he realized that this was a prosthetic doctor who was found by Fujishe from Yongquan Island.
——The skills are not good, doctor. Why do you still have to take drugs?
He opened his mouth but still didn't say anything.
It’s not that he was timid when he spoke, but it was mainly because he was really inconvenient to speak now. His tongue was numb and his speech was blurry.
The strangulation can be recognized, which is an inhaled mixed oxygen cognitive enhancer.
Speaking of prosthetics, cognitive enhancers are inseparable from cognitive enhancers. Even strangling one's left arm is undergoing intravenous infusion of cognitive enhancers and anti-inflammatory drugs.
But he is a patient
Doctors will wear this mask only in special circumstances.
——Mainly to prevent hand slipping, shaking or misoperation, and accidentally connect the wrong nerve when the nerve is connected. Therefore, prosthetic doctors who are not very proficient may be in poor condition - for example, staying up late to work overtime
Then, you will inhale cognitive enhancer while working to ensure that there will be no big mess.
This thing is much easier to use than coffee. It can not only refresh your mind, but also calm and increase your wisdom.
But... I looked at the prosthetic doctor wearing a breathing mask, it was like watching the doctor carefully examine the case and examination report, looking up at the patient, hesitating for a long time, and then called his teacher and asked quietly
What's the same.
While feeling that this doctor seems a little unreliable, he also feels obvious panic and fear.
But Hanshou also understood that there was no way to do this.
This is exactly what the local Fuji Society attaches to itself.
He urgently asked for amputation and assembly of a charlatan in the middle of the night... Even though he had no requirements for a charlatan, the doctor always had to sleep. He was awakened by the local Fuji Society in the middle of the night and used favors to perform surgery on him.
You should know that cognitive enhancers have a considerable burden on the brain, liver and kidneys. So if you use them normally, the body will definitely not be able to bear it...
Only when important surgery is performed, cognitive enhancers are inhaled to ensure foolproof.
Otherwise, even if it is connected incorrectly... it can be connected again if the circuit breaker is broken.
There will always be mistakes.
At most, it won't count your money when re-accepting this time.
Although Xingshou did not have the craftsmanship before, this does not mean that he does not understand.
These people have a great demand for combat prosthetics. The prosthetics are consumed very quickly - not only the prosthetics are damaged, but also the flesh limbs are easily damaged in various conflicts. At that time, they need to be replaced.
It has become a genital body.
The prosthetic doctors in Xiacheng District are definitely not as reliable as those in Shangcheng District. Only a small number of doctors persecuted by enterprises, who truly understand medical skills and prosthetic maintenance. The vast majority of them are highlighted by "self-taught".
Wrong nerves or something are completely normal.
For example, the charlatan has been connected, but four of the six slots are not lit - but they can be used normally as hands, and at least two are still lit.
If you can use it, don’t practice it. If you practice it again, you may lose five of them.
If the nerve is incorrectly connected, it will cause a fixed twitching when performing a certain action from time to time or a momentary weakness in a specific situation. There is no way to do this problem. Be more considerate - as its settings
In this way, you will always get used to it if you use it too much.
As for the poor contact of the interface of the smart weapon from time to time, the insufficiency of welding causes the prosthesis to be decoupled and slipped, or the base is slightly deviated by one or two degrees, resulting in errors in the arm accuracy, etc., it is all normal.
The prosthetic business in the lower city of Xingfu Island is a matter of not withdrawing when going out. Unless the problem is obvious enough to be discovered immediately and solved on the spot - as long as you go out, the problem that comes out 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 change it for free. But then you have to come to a few more people after all, when re-engaging in neural connection, the patient cannot move at all. If there is really a naughty man, he will take it himself.
Go to force the big guy with a gun
The husband assembles prosthetic body for free... It is highly likely that after one injection of anesthetic, it will be finely divided into packs of fresh goods within less than two hours, and will be delivered to the black market in the lower city in a cold state. Ensure the remaining five
The value of life in minutes is maximized.
"How long will it take, doctor?"
After waiting for a while, Sheng felt a little pain coming from his right shoulder. He frowned and asked in a low voice.
"It's soon."
The doctor replied in a consistent manner: "Perseverely...or I'll give you another injection of local analgesics?"
"…OK."
After strangling and thinking for a moment, he still responded.
And at this time, the door was pushed up.
Xingzhe 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. Stranger!"
Xiaoya showed a clean and joyful smile: "Don't you sleep anymore? It's just eight o'clock."
They started the operation at 3:30 in the middle of the night, and it has only been four hours since then.
Including this time, Xingshen hasn't had enough sleep for three nights.
But there is nothing to do.
He couldn't shake his head, so he could only whisper: "I think it's very rare.
"That's necessary to keep enough sleep, Mr. Stand."
Miss Mermaid teaches her a lesson seriously and seriously.
If the inferior one is talking here, the strangle will be sprayed back - if it can move, it will probably be a punch.
——For strangulation who is good at Jiu Jitsu, his fists are a symbol of friendship. When he really wants to kill, he always uses his palm to touch others.
But for some reason, Xingshou did not have the anger he had expected at this moment.
He just turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.
He muttered in a voice that he probably only heard: "Grandma..."
"How is it, Mr. Spider?"
Xiaoya asked the prosthetic doctor with some concern.
"It's very smooth, it's almost done. The nerve connection is almost done, and there are less than half. Weld the contacts and the shell will be fine."
The man said the words of strangulation to Xiaoya again.
Xiao Yasi asked for a while, and this time he asked accurately: "Can you finish it at 9:30? There will be a cake shop that will open at 9:00... I want to buy a cake for Mr. Standalone. But wait for the first stove
If you do it and come back, it may be 9:30."
"Then you go and wait in line first."
"Spider" Doctor simply replied this time: "It's almost ten o'clock."