Deep Space Fleet

At the memorial meeting, Captain Zhao read the memorial speech in a low voice: "...Death is the end of life, but their courage will always be praised by us."

"Unfortunately, we can't even find their remains, and they won't hear any more words of praise. But the rest of our lives have to go on, take their parts, and go on living."

"Let us always remember their names and observe five minutes of silence in their memory."

Zhang Yuan bowed his head below and sighed softly. It's hard to imagine what it's like to wait for death alone in that place.

He suddenly felt that he was very lucky to be able to escape from that great fear of the unknown. Such a high-dimensional technology related to dimensions is tantamount to magic for human beings.

Five minutes later, the entire memorial service ended.

The mourning team left silently, leaving only the group of relatives and friends crying softly.

Zhang Yuan turned on the electric wheelchair and followed him out of the room.

"Mr. Zhang, please come here, your bionic leg has been made." At this time, a doctor of biology said softly beside Zhang Yuan.

"So fast?" Zhang Yuan asked in surprise.

"It's a ready-made in the laboratory itself, it's been studied for a long time. Now, you want to be a test subject... No, volunteers are too good to be true. If you are ready, the operation can be carried out right away. "

Zhang Yuan shuddered secretly, and glanced at the doctor again. He felt it was unbearable for him to live without legs, "That's fine... I'll come right here."

Go out and turn left, and then take an elevator, which is the hospital. At the door of the operating room, Lin Xuanxuan rubbed her hands, with a very strange smile, "It is said that it may hurt a little, you have to hold on... I can only watch from the side."

It is a rule that doctors cannot operate on family members, and Lin Xuanxuan is not an expert in this field.

"Do you think I'm afraid of pain?" Zhang Yuan patted his chest, "I can even cut my own flesh."

"Cut, don't scream when the time comes!"

But soon, the whole installation was more painful than he could have imagined!

Zhang Yuan didn't know what these damned biologists had smeared on their legs. It was said that it was a life-enhancing medicine that stimulated neurons, as if tens of thousands of ants were biting their wounds!

Just for a moment, Zhang Yuan felt that his teeth were about to be crushed.

Sweat dripped from his forehead on the operating table, Zhang Yuan shivered, and couldn't help it.

He squeezed out a word from his voice: "Doctor, can't you give more anesthesia?"

"No, Mr. Zhang, please be patient. You can't use too much anesthetic to reactivate the neurons. Otherwise, the effect may not be good. If the connection is wrong, you have to endure the pain again."

He saw Lin Xuanxuan hiding at the side again, her eyes were worried, and she kept giggling, not sure if it was gloating or something else.

"I'm so happy!" Zhang Yuan cursed in his heart.

After about four hours, the severe pain finally disappeared.

Zhang Yuan was also exhausted, panting heavily on the operating table, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed.

It was a nightmare!

The degree of nightmare is comparable to that of the nine-dimensional space!

After recovering a little bit of strength, Zhang Yuan sat up and touched his legs, which felt okay, not much different from normal legs.

Then I walked a few more steps on the ground, staggering a bit, not very used to it, but there was no great discomfort or pain.

Facing this miraculous operation, he quickly put the pain behind him.

Although Lin Xuanxuan didn't dislike him all the time in a wheelchair, Zhang Yuan actually disliked himself a little bit.

Re-owning the legs brought a heavy sense of solidity.

"Technology... so good! Biologists, great!" He admired sincerely in his heart, "If this kind of surgery can be popularized, there will be no disabled people in the future."

"Mr. Zhang Yuan, you are not walking steadily now because you haven't adjusted the parameters thoroughly." The doctor in a white coat handed over a remote control: "The usual step range of the bionic legs needs to be adjusted manually, and it has not been adjusted yet. Appropriate parameters, so walking is not so stable. You can adjust it to your liking..."

"Oh, ok ok, thank you!"

Zhang Yuan took the remote control and kept adjusting the relevant power.

His thighs still belonged to humans, but the calves and joints had been replaced with bionic machines. If the strength is uncoordinated, too big or too small, it is easy to walk unsteadily.

After about half an hour, Zhang Yuan basically adjusted his habitual strength and pace, and his walking became more stable. He jumped up vigorously and landed on the ground smoothly.

He was quite satisfied with this effect.

The most important thing is that the bionic leg has almost the same sensation as the main body, which can hurt and itch.

"It also has a certain memory ability, which will record your habits, and it will be smoother after using it for a period of time."

Zhang Yuan turned around and asked with a smile: "The emergence of the bionic school is not without reason. How many times the power can be adjusted to the maximum? Have I become a superman?"

"If you want to be a superman, you have a beautiful idea!" Lin Xuanxuan looked at him for a while: "The maximum power is about five times that of human power. The main reason is that the energy system is not good. If the output power is too high, the heat will be very high."

"Should it be a radioactive decay battery?"

Another doctor nodded, "Usually, it is enough to replace the battery every 20 or 30 years. After it sounds the alarm, it can last for a month. If it enters hibernation, the battery and some parts inside need to be dismantled first. Come down, this is a little troublesome."

"Anyway, let's use it first. If there is any problem, we will debug it later."

Having regained his health, Zhang Yuan was still very excited and jumped vigorously.

"From this point of view, the transformation of bionics technology does not seem to be as unacceptable as imagined..."

With this in mind, Zhang Yuan walked out of the operating room step by step.

He still has a lot to do. Especially the research on high-dimensional fragments.

As the only survivor, without his existence, many researches are really helpless.

Lin Xuanxuan suddenly caught up with her in a series of small steps, and she stammered: "You...you still have to pay attention to safety, and don't cripple yourself anymore. Our technology is not yet capable of all-round transformation."

"I know, I know, nothing can kill me!" Zhang Yuan smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, let's go first, bye!"

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