Embers Ad Infinitum

"Do you have any?" The doctor from the black clinic was startled and almost gave Long Yuehong a wound.

Although he had already judged that this group of people had some background based on their appearance, temperament, height, weapons, etc., and it was best not to offend them, he did not expect that the other party even had a mechanical arm.

This is not common arms such as grenade guns and automatic rifles. The control is very strict and the supply is small.

"Don't speak rashly, we're doing surgery!" Jiang Baimian glared at Shang Jianyao and stopped him from talking.

The doctor from the black clinic calmed down and laughed at himself:

"Do you think I can transplant a robotic arm?"

He has never tried such a sophisticated thing.

Bai Chen immediately asked:

"There is a black workshop on Antana Street that can transplant robotic arms. You should know where it is."

The doctor from the black clinic kept moving his hands and muttered:

"They may not accept it. In this case, I will ask my assistant to take you there, negotiate it as soon as possible, and connect it directly to avoid additional damage caused by multiple surgeries.

"However, without the assistant, the operation will come to a standstill. I am not a doctor, so one person can do the work of two people."

"I'm here to help you." Jiang Baimian took the initiative to go over and took over the assistant's job, "Xiao Bai, you and Hey will follow."

She originally only planned to let Shang Jianyao "visit" the black workshop, but she was afraid that his brain would mess up and mess up the matter, so she asked Bai Chen to accompany her.

As for herself, of course she had to stay and keep an eye on this place to prevent the doctor from causing trouble.

In short, this is a plan that tries to maintain sufficient combat effectiveness for both sides.

When Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen followed the doctor's assistant from the black clinic out of the front door, Jiang Baimian focused entirely on the surgery.

Such a major operation would take only a few hours.

The doctor from the black clinic asked casually while he was busy:

"You don't look like people from the city defense army."

"If they were from the city defense army, they wouldn't come looking for you." Jiang Baimian said calmly.

The black clinic doctor glanced at the non-cardinal biological preparations placed next to him:

"Your emergency injections are excellent. Where are they made?"

"I tell you that you can't buy it either." Jiang Baimian answered accurately.

The doctor from the black clinic hesitated and said:

"If possible, can you keep one? Offset part of the cost."

"We'll talk about it then." Jiang Baimian did not give a definite answer.

The doctor from the black clinic took the scalpel handed over by her, smiled and said:

"You didn't stop me from talking. In the past, when I was performing surgery on others, even a joke would dissatisfy the people next to me."

"Being able to chat and joke means that nothing went wrong during the operation. You are in control of everything and you are confident to do it well." Jiang Baimian not only has real-life experience, but is also deeply influenced by old-world entertainment materials.

The doctor from the black clinic nodded appreciatively:

"I admire a wise woman like you.

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, there should be no problem in resuscitating him. How long he can survive 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's not easy to be able to do a robotic arm transplant. There must be a big force behind it, and there may even be strong support. Once a conflict occurs, things will become very troublesome, and it may affect Xiaohong's surgery."

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"I know."

The doctor's assistant who was leading the way looked back at them and muttered in his mind:

I know a lot...

——The "Old Tune Group" is now pretending to be from Honghe, deliberately not using the gray dialect.

Bai Chen followed closely and said:

"No matter whether it succeeds or not, you have to make 'friends' with the people you meet."

In the beginning, the city was still under martial law, and anyone who could take out a mechanical arm would inevitably arouse suspicion.

If someone from the black workshop turned around and reported it, the "old tune team" might not be able to be redeemed by "Pangu Creatures".

Therefore, "making friends" is a must-add insurance. Moreover, once you make "friends", the other party may agree to undergo a robotic arm transplant.

"No problem." Shang Jianyao agreed very quickly, showing that he thought so too.

The medical assistant leading the way muttered again:

Can we make friends just by saying we make them?

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.

In the shop, an old man with a light golden beard was holding tools and using a head-mounted magnifying glass to repair an old-world mechanical watch.

The doctor's assistant did not disturb him until he put down what he was holding.

He raised his head and glanced at the doctor:

"Conley, are they?"

"Customers who want to have a robotic arm transplant." Medical assistant Conley did not say that he was being coerced.

Although there was no hard object holding his waist, he always felt like there was a gun aimed at him.

The old man with a light golden beard frowned:

"The robotic arms are all pre-ordered. If you come suddenly, they definitely don't have them."

Shang Jianyao immediately spoke:

"We have prepared ourselves."

The old man was silent for a while, looking rather hesitant:

"What model? I'm afraid I can't make it.

"A small workshop like ours only knows how to transplant a few models."

"T1 type." Shang Jianyao answered calmly.

"T1 type?" The old man's eyes lit up obviously.

It can be seen that he is very interested in this type of robotic arm.

He thought about it and said:

"Who wants a transplant?"

"An injured person." Bai Chen simply replied.

The old man was not surprised by this answer, because the person leading the way was Conley, the assistant of the doctor in the black clinic.

He thought for a few seconds:

"It can be sent here at the end of the operation. Our equipment is not easy to move."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao smiled, "Look: we have a robotic arm, and you are doing robotic arm transplantation; we were introduced by the 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 will be a friend."

Conley looked on in shock.

The conversation just now left him confused and he had no idea what it meant.

Then, Shang Jianyao turned to him and laughed.

After leaving the black workshop and returning to the clinic, Bai Chen suddenly sighed:

"Xiao Hong's luck is pretty good."

The first black clinic doctor you find can perform this kind of major surgery. The first black clinic you are introduced to is interested in the T1-type robotic arm and is willing to take orders, which reduces the risk of being discovered by "making friends".

"His usual luck seems to have been accumulated." Shang Jianyao said sincerely.

…………

In the area behind the black clinic, Jiang Baimian retreated between Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen until Conley had completely taken over the matter at hand.

She briefly asked what happened, then breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"good."

Then, she asked:

"How many Oles does the other party want?"

Bai Chen was stunned for a moment:

"did not ask."

How many Ores are there in the team, but you, team leader, don’t have any points?

She also thought the team leader was going to "pay the bill" with a gun.

The black workshop will indeed be a little more troublesome, and there must be quite a lot of power behind them, but haven't they already made friends? Just write an IOU first, and then ask people in the company's intelligence network to raise money to pay the bill.

This should be considered a work-related injury and can it be reimbursed?

As an employee who joined "Pangu Biotechnology" just over a year ago, Bai Chen has become proficient in terms such as "work-related injury" and "reimbursement".

Jiang Baimian took a breath:

"It shouldn't be cheap..."

"Yeah." Shang Jianyao agreed deeply.

The doctor at the black clinic who was performing an operation heard their discussion and said quickly:

"I won't charge you for the surgery fee, but you have to pay for the equipment, medicines and blood consumption. It can't be less than two hundred Ore. The transplant over there is estimated to cost five to six hundred Ore.

"If you don't have enough money, you can use these first-aid injections."

He kept talking to Jiang Baimian before, not only because chatting with beautiful women is physically and mentally pleasurable for men and helps to maintain their condition, but he also took this opportunity to get a feel for the other person's personality and attitude so that he could adapt accordingly.

Although Jiang Baimian remained tight-lipped and did not disclose any information, the doctor had discovered that their group did not look like gangsters who would kill people at the slightest disagreement, so they dared to be bold and ask for fees.

Who can survive in Antana Street for so long, who is not a human being?

Of course, except those with absolute strength.

"It costs almost 800 Orei in total..." Jiang Baimian felt a little embarrassed.

After being unable to get in or out for a while, they didn't have much money left for activities.

…………

Red Giant Wolf District, Senate Office.

The remaining elders have not yet been allowed to leave.

Inspector Alexander saw his daughter Gallolan coming back and asked in a deep voice:

"How is Master Zenaga doing?"

"Not very good." Jialolan shook his head.

Alexander was waiting to arrange for the best doctor to treat him when he heard the cell phone of a reformist senator ring.

After the veteran answered the phone, he heard the report from the other side:

"Found Assus."

——Gaius went elsewhere to complete the most important aftermath work, and this senator was in charge of this place.

"Where?" the elder asked urgently.

"In an apartment near the bridge, together with Kristina from the Hunter Guild." The opposite person introduced in detail, "They are all dead, shot to death by the city defense army."

"City Defense Army?" The reformist veteran was quite surprised, "Which of their elite teams did this?"

Azus and Kristina are not weaklings.

PS: There is only one today