Chapter 540 Doctor: It’s Coming Soon.

Strangulation dreamed about the past again.

Those cold tones are mixed with the past of 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 Jiu Jitsu 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, the anniversary of his mother's death.

Since then, Strangler has never had birthday cake. That was the first time he was interested in it after being exposed to uptown culture... He tried to imitate the people in uptown and bought himself a birthday cake as a celebration.

From then on, Strangler stopped taking his cake and eating it too. He became stronger, had power, and no longer had the pressure to survive. He had countless opportunities to eat cake...but when he saw the packaged cake again, it would only make him irritated and flustered - reminding him of the worst day, and even giving him nightmares at night.

Because of this, there was no "material picture" of what he would see when he "opened the cake box" in his mind.

So, when he opened the cake box in his dream. But he only saw a bloody head - that was the most "gift" he had ever seen in his life. Many people would bring a head for him when they asked him to do something... from someone who had offended the strangulation.

Not that man's. Nor his mother's.

But "Xiaoya".

"--Well."

The next moment, Strangler 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 the paralyzed mind gradually became clear, he realized that he was lying on the operating chair.

It was not a comfortable experience - it was definitely not the kind of feeling that would make you fall asleep during a massage or hot spring bath, but closer to a shallow dream that 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 me...

"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'll be fine soon. The nerves are more than half connected and the contacts have already started to be welded."

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 put it on the workbench. The engineering prosthesis on his right arm has six interfaces connected to different precision instruments.

It was a metal tentacle that would give children nightmares, 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 that are only as thick as a sweater needle, which are continuously inserted into the base to connect nerves. 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 dew-like drop, like a dotted line on the skin.

There is also an interface that protrudes some electrodes and attaches them to various parts of the body. The last interface is plugged into the operating chair, and more things can be handed over to the doctor as he wishes.

One mind and six functions - this is the foundation of prosthetic doctors. 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 drawn out and inhaled from the respirator.

When he exhales slowly, the white mist in the respirator will be cleared. His breathing rate was so low that one breath was even slower than ten seconds, but he was not suffocating at all.

Hangzhou 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.

——My skills are not very good, doctor. Why do you need to take drugs?

Hangsha opened his mouth, but still no words came out.

It's not that the words come to his lips but they come back to his stomach, it's mainly because it's really not convenient for him to speak now. His tongue was numb and his speech was slurred.

Strangulation can be recognized, it is an inhaled oxygen-mixed cognitive enhancer.

When it comes to prosthetics, cognitive enhancers are indispensable. Even the left arm that strangled himself was being dripped intravenously with a mixture of cognitive enhancers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

But he is a patient...

Doctors will only wear such masks in special circumstances.

——Mainly to prevent hand slippage, hand shaking or misoperation, and accidentally connecting the wrong nerve during nerve connection. Therefore, prosthetics doctors who are not very skilled, or are in a bad state - for example, if they stay up late and work overtime, they 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 your mind, it can also calm you and increase your intelligence.

It's just that... the feeling of watching the prosthetic doctor put on the respirator 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 Wearing something the same.

While I felt that this doctor seemed a little 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 if 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 Fuji Society, who used favors to perform surgery on him.

You know, cognitive enhancers put a lot of burden on the brain, liver and kidneys. Therefore, if you use it regularly, your body will definitely not be able to bear it... Only when important surgeries are performed, cognitive enhancers will be inhaled to ensure everything is safe.

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.

There will always be mistakes.

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 ones, have a great need for prosthetic bodies for combat. The prosthetic body is also consumed very quickly - not only the prosthetic body is damaged, but the physical limbs are also easily damaged in various conflicts. At that time, it will need to be replaced with a prosthetic body.

The prosthetic doctors in Xiacheng District are definitely not as reliable as those in Uptown District. Only a small number of doctors who are persecuted by companies really understand medical skills and prosthetic body maintenance. The vast majority of the remaining ones stand out as “self-taught”. Connecting the wrong nerve or something like that is a completely normal problem.

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 incorrectly, causing a fixed twitch from time to time when performing a certain action, or a momentary weakness in grasping under certain circumstances, there is nothing that can be done about this problem. Please be considerate - this is how it is set up. 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 a degree or two, resulting in errors in the accuracy of the arm... these are all normal conditions.

The prosthetics business in the lower city of Xingfu Island is all about never quitting once you get out. 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 for a free replacement. But that would require a few more people... After all, when a project like neural connection is re-engaged, the patient cannot move.

If there really is a stupid young man who comes with a gun and forces 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. Ensure that the value of the remaining five minutes of life is maximized.

"...how long, doctor?"

After waiting for a while, Strangler began to feel some pain in his right shoulder.

He frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Hurry, hurry."

The doctor replied uniformly: "Hold on a little longer...or may I give you another injection of local analgesic?"

"……OK."

Strangler 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 only four hours had passed by 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 the inferior person who was nagging here, Strangle would just spray him back - if he could move, it would probably be a punch.

——For Strangler, who is good at Jiu-Jitsu, his fist is a symbol of friendship. When he was truly murderous, he would always touch others with his palms.

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 muttered 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 done. The nerve connection is almost finished, less than half of it is left. Weld the contacts and add the shell and it'll be fine."

The man told Xiaoya what he said about strangulation again.

Xiaoya thought for a moment and asked accurately this time: "Can we finish it at half past nine? There will be a cake shop that opens at nine o'clock soon... 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."

"Spider" Doctor replied simply this time: "It will be done almost ten o'clock."

——Then you said it was almost finished!

Strangler felt his blood pressure rise all of a sudden.

I originally wanted to write one chapter and post 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 physical condition, the fever is basically gone! I still have a slight fever today, but it doesn’t exceed 37 degrees!

Now my throat is hoarse + my body is weak, and then my sense of smell is partially disabled...at least I can't smell the sweetness of fruits, but I can smell chicken soup normally. Then the sweetness of Coke seemed to have decreased by 20% to 30%, but the sugar-free Coke did not decrease, which was very mysterious...

My body is a little weak now, and I have to take a breather after writing more than a thousand words. Mainly from the forearm to the wrist, and the lower back, it is easy 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. I’ll write as much as I can!

The cat comes back rua.