Jean Of Bright City 13

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A pungent smell of disinfecting water permeated the room. The wise man looked at the man in front of him with both breaths. Both hands were fixed with plaster, and his hands were still unconscious.

"You still have to think about it. Your hands have been twisted. Even if you do any surgery, you will still have a disability. The thumb and little finger of the right index finger may not move in the future, and the left hand may not be the whole hand. Flexible, especially when grasping things, you will feel powerless."

Huashen took off the mask and looked at the wise man on the bed. He shook his head slightly.

"Even if you are disabled, your own hands are better."

It has been suggested to the old man to cut off both arms directly, and he will perform the operation in person to connect the mechanical arm. At least the peripheral nerve that has not been necrotic at the arm can make the installed mechanical arm more flexible than the original arm. The strength is also greater, and can also carry light kill weapons.

"I think there is a problem with your concept. The mechanical prosthesis is just to make the disabled person complete and normal. Today's medical technology is already comparable to that of the original hand and foot. If you want a prosthesis, I can take about 3 hours. Put it on for you and wait for one month for you to get used to it, it's completely fine."

The wise man shook his head with a grin.

"What is the chance of recovery?"

Huashen said according to his head.

"Up to 20%."

"enough."

Huashen turned and walked out of the ward. This is the hospital in the 108th district. He was woken up by Mo Xiaola in his sleep. In addition to the operation on this old man, it was a site survey. In addition to finding Mo Xiaola and Kaimo In addition to many cells, there are Wit's, as for the enemy's hair tissue, and dead alienated cells, were not found.

Huashen had already watched the video of the battle while performing surgery on the wise man. This is not surprising. After seeing the armor on the ghost face, Huashen already knew that it was the armor of biotechnology.

Before the 4th and 10th divisions had similar joint experiments, Huashen knows that the armor that members of the action department can quickly wear is developed by this biotechnology, and its performance is much higher than that of traditional defensive armor. It has better defense effect for most bullet explosions, but it is a pity that this armor is expensive to manufacture and cannot be distributed to every member of the operations department. Only when some problems occur in the city, the Collected in the public security management office of each district.

At the door, Casimodo and Billy looked anxiously at Huashen.

"It's okay. You can go in. There is nutrient solution in the cabinet. Remember to add it to the patient."

Billy immediately said thank you and entered the ward with Casimodo. Looking at the dying wise man, Casimodo's eyes showed guilt.

"Relax, you can't die."

The wise man said that Billy took out the phone and dialed Alpha's number.

"What happened to Billy?"

"It's me, it's all right."

Alpha over the phone took a sigh of relief.

"Really, why did you go out alone?"

"Hey, it's not because we will be busy in a few days."

Alfa snorted.

"Leng Rui's boy had just called, and he was too worried to fall asleep. You personally called him."

The wise man gave a cry.

"Miss Secretary?"

"Fell asleep."

The wise man grinned and snorted coldly for a while.

"You feel at ease to recuperate, maybe we will come down the day after tomorrow, Miss Secretary is drunk, and I will tell him tomorrow."

The wise man looked at the ceiling quietly, and now he carefully recalled everything that happened last night. He was still a little afraid that he was no longer young, and he clearly realized that he was being stared at when he came down, but he still knew Xu Ming’s wife. After the news from the children, he went to the investigation alone.

Because he has such a personality since birth, there will definitely be no delay in anything, let things ferment and deteriorate, but will solve the problem first. The longer the thing is delayed, the more difficult it will be to solve it.

What am I worried about?

The wise man smiled bitterly. Billy carefully held a small spoon and fed some water to the wise man. Casimodo sat down beside the bed and still lowered his head. The wise man could see that he was blaming himself.

"It's okay, I can't die. I will definitely bring you next time I'm going to do something. Is there a good beating bastard?"

The wise man asked, and he fainted briefly for a while, and was already in the landing gear when he woke up.

Casimodo raised his right fist, glanced at it, and nodded.

"Just take it, haha, I haven't encountered such a thing in more than 30 years, huh, but this time it's a lesson, you have to be careful about Billy yourself."

Billy blinked and shook his head cutely.

"I’m not like Master Wise, you know a lot of things, and it’s useless for people to catch me. Besides, I don’t think much, and unlike Master Wise, I think so much, if I think There are so many things that I can’t stand my head, I just have to be happy every day."

The wise man widened his eyes, closed his eyes, and saw the corner of his eyes seeing Kasimodo praying reverently.

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"No way, Jean, I can't drink it anymore. I really can't drink it."

Hawke covered his mouth. The table in the house was filled with beer bottles. There were different wine bottles all over the room. Hawk knelt beside the sofa. Tian Ai and Chen Li were already drunk on the sofa. On the side, Jean wobbled a glass of wine and pressed Hawk's neck with one hand.

"Don't you say you want to drink till dawn? How can you not drink?"

Jean said, pressing on Hawke's mouth, directly pressing the wine bottle into Hawke's mouth, and began to drink.

The grunting Hawk drank more than half a bottle of wine, and he gasped continuously.

"Can I surrender, Jean, I can't drink anymore."

Jean was holding a bottle of wine, slurped a bottle, and looked at the Hawk on the ground. He had snored on the floor.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked, Tang Yao stumbled over and unscrewed the door.

"Who's such a big night."

"It's already dawn, you two bastards, it's really easy."

Witt stared at the bottle full of wine in the room, and said with his teeth, Tang Yao directly dragged Witt in. With a slight movement of one hand, he brought a bottle of wine and directly pressed the bottle in Witt's mouth , Filled a whole bottle of wine.

"How is it going?"

Witt sat next to Jean, and a whiff of smoke came, Witt frowned.

"How can it look? That guy seems to understand us very well. Does your acquaintance have a guy with a strong antisocial personality?"

The drunkenness on the faces of Jean and Tang Yao disappeared instantly, and they both thought of a person.

"Little Frye, would you?"

Jean shook his head.

"Don't think too much, but you, Witt, Lolita and Becky, are all your students. You have to figure this out yourself."

Witt hummed, lowered his head, and grabbed a bottle of wine in a bad mood to slur and sigh.

"No way, who said I am their teacher and adoptive father!"

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