"Do you have any?" The doctor in the black clinic was startled and almost added a wound to Long Yuehong.
Although he has already judged that this group of people has a lot of origin from the appearance, temperament, height, weapons, etc., it is best not to offend, but he did not expect that the other party even has a mechanical arm.
This is not a common weapon such as grenade guns and automatic rifles. It is strictly controlled and the supply is small.
"Don't speak rashly, it's surgery!" Jiang Baimian glared at Shang Jianyao and stopped him from speaking.
The doctor of the black clinic calmed down and laughed at himself:
"Do you think I look like I can transplant a robotic arm?"
He had never tried such a sophisticated thing.
Bai Chen immediately asked:
"Antana Street has a black workshop where robotic arms can be transplanted. You should know where it is."
The doctor in the black clinic kept moving his hands and muttered:
"They may not pick up, so I will ask my assistant to take you there, negotiate as soon as possible, and connect directly, so as to avoid additional damage caused by multiple operations.
"However, without an assistant, the operation will be stagnant. I'm not an old man. One person can do the work of two people."
"I'll help you." Jiang Baimian took the initiative to go over and took over the assistant's work, "Xiao Bai, you and Hello follow."
She originally only planned to let Shang Jianyao "visit" the black workshop, but she was afraid that he would screw up and let Bai Chen accompany him.
As for herself, of course she had to stay and stare here, lest the doctor make trouble.
In short, this is a plan that tries to keep both sides sufficiently fighting.
When Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen followed the doctor's assistant from the black clinic out of the front door, Jiang Baimian completely focused on the operation.
Such a major operation can't be done within a few hours.
While busy, the doctor of the black clinic asked in a chatty manner:
"You don't look like people from the city defense army."
"If it was from the City Defense Army, it wouldn't come to you." Jiang Baimian's tone was calm.
The doctor of the black clinic glanced at the non-card biologics placed next to his eyes:
"Your first aid needle is very good, where did you get it?"
"Tell you you can't buy it either." Jiang Baimian answered without leaking.
The doctor of the black clinic hesitated for a moment and said:
"If you can, can you keep one? To offset part of the cost."
"We'll talk about it later." Jiang Baimian didn't give a positive answer.
The doctor of the black clinic took a scalpel from her, smiled and said:
"You didn't stop me from talking. When I performed surgery on others, I made a joke and made the people next to me dissatisfied."
"Being able to chat and make jokes means that there is no accident in the operation. It's all under your control, and you have the confidence to do it well." Jiang Baimian not only has real experience, but is also influenced by old world entertainment materials.
The black clinic doctor nodded in appreciation:
"I admire a wise woman like you.
"Well, no accident, there should be no problem with resuscitation. How far you can live depends on Zhi Sui's mood and your preparations."
…
After leaving the black clinic and walking towards the area near Antana Street, Bai Chen reminded Shang Jianyao:
"It is not easy to do robotic arm transplants. There must be a large force behind it, and there may even be strong support. Once there is a conflict, things will become very troublesome, which may affect Xiaohong's surgery."
Shang Jianyao nodded:
"I know."
The doctor's assistant who led the way looked back at them and muttered in his heart:
I know a lot...
- The "Old Tune Group" is now pretending to be a Red River person, and deliberately does not use the gray language.
Bai Chen followed closely and said:
"At that time, whether it is successful or not, you will have to make 'friends' with the people you meet."
Initially, the city was still under martial law, and those who were able to take out a robotic arm would inevitably arouse suspicion.
If someone from the black workshop turned around and reported it, the "Old Tune Group" might not be able to be redeemed by "Pangu Creatures".
Therefore, "making friends" is an insurance that must be added. Moreover, after making "friends", the other party may agree to do a robotic arm transplant.
"No problem." Shang Jianyao agreed very quickly, showing that he thought so too.
The doctor's assistant who led the way muttered again:
Do you mean you can make friends with friends
He didn't dare to ask, and led Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen to turn twice in the alley and arrived at an ordinary-looking street shop.
Inside the shop, an old man with a pale golden beard was holding an appliance and using a head-mounted magnifying glass to repair an old-world mechanical watch.
The doctor's assistant didn't bother him until he let go of what was in his hands.
He looked up at the doctor:
"Conley, who are they?"
"Customers who want to do a robotic arm transplant." Conley, the doctor's assistant, did not say that he was coerced.
Although he was not held by anything hard around his waist, he always felt that a gun was aimed at him.
The old man with a pale golden beard frowned:
"The robotic arms are all pre-determined. You all came suddenly, and you definitely didn't."
Shang Jianyao said immediately:
"We prepared it ourselves."
The old man was silent for a while, and seemed quite hesitant:
"What model? I'm afraid I can't do it.
"Small workshops like ours only know how to transplant a few models."
"Type T1." Shang Jianyao replied calmly.
"Type T1?" The old man's eyes brightened.
It can be seen that he is very interested in this type of mechanical arm.
He considered it for a while and said:
"Who wants a transplant?"
"A wounded person." Bai Chen simply replied.
The old man was not surprised by this answer, because the one who led the way was Conley, the assistant of the doctor in the black clinic in front of him.
He thought for a few seconds:
"The surgery can be delivered at the end, and our equipment is not easy to move."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao smiled, "Look: we have a robotic arm, and you did the robotic arm transplant; we were introduced by a doctor, and you and the doctor are acquaintances; so..."
The old man stood up, smiled and stretched out his right hand:
"Don't worry, if you pay enough, you are a friend."
Conley looked at him blankly.
The conversation just now left him confused, and he couldn't understand what it meant at all.
Then, Shang Jianyao turned to him and laughed.
After leaving the black workshop and returning to the clinic, Bai Chen suddenly sighed:
"Xiaohong's luck is still good."
The first black clinic doctor found can complete this kind of major surgery, and the first black workshop introduced is interested in the T1-type robotic arm and is willing to accept orders, reducing the risk of "making friends" being seen through.
"It seems that his usual luck has accumulated." Shang Jianyao said sincerely.
…
In the area behind the black clinic, Jiang Baimian returned between Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen after Conley had completely taken over the matter at hand.
She briefly asked what happened, and said with a sigh of relief:
"good."
Then, she asked:
"How much Ole does the other party want?"
Bai Chen was stunned for a moment:
"did not ask."
How many Ores are left in the group, and you have no points for the group leader
She also thought that the team leader was going to "pay the bill" with a gun.
The black workshop is indeed going to be a little troublesome. There must be a lot of power behind them, but haven't they already made friends? Write an IOU first, and then ask someone from the company's intelligence network to raise money to pay the bill.
This should be considered a work injury, can it be reimbursed
As an employee who joined "Pangu Biotechnology" in his early years, Bai Chen has mastered terms such as "work injury" and "reimbursement".
Jiang Baimian took a breath:
"It shouldn't be cheap..."
"Hmm." Shang Jianyao agreed.
The doctor of the black clinic who was performing the operation heard their discussion and said quickly:
"I won't charge you for the operation fee here, but the equipment, medicine and blood will be consumed. Two hundred ore can't be less. The transplant over there is estimated to be five or six hundred ore.
"If you don't have enough money, you can use these first aid needles."
He tried to talk to Jiang Baimian before, not only because chatting with beautiful women is physically and mentally pleasing for men and helps to maintain his state, but also took this opportunity to touch the character and attitude of the other party, so that he can adapt accordingly.
Although Jiang Baimian was tight-lipped and did not disclose any information, the doctor had already discovered that their group did not look like a gangster who would kill people if they disagreed, so they dared to ask for a fee.
Who can survive on Antana Street for so long, who is not a human being
Of course, with the exception of absolute strength.
"The total cost is about 800 ore..." Jiang Baimian felt a little embarrassed.
After a period of time when they could only go in and out, there was not much money left for their activities.
…
Red Giant Wolf District, at the Senate.
The remaining elders have not been allowed to leave.
Inspector Alexander saw his daughter Galoran come back and asked in a deep voice:
"How is Master Zenaga doing?"
"Not very good." Galoran shook his head.
Alexander was waiting to arrange for the best doctor to be there when he heard the cell phone of a reformist senator rang.
After the old man got on the phone, he heard Duanhui report:
"Found Assus."
-Gaius went to another place to complete the most important aftermath work, and this old man was in charge of this place.
"Where?" the old man asked eagerly.
"In an apartment near the bridge, with Christina from the Hunter Guild." The opposite side explained in detail, "They are all dead, killed by the city defense army."
"City Defense Army?" The reformist elder was quite surprised, "Which elite team did they do it?"
Assus and Christina are not weak.