An hour later.

A man walks in with a bowl of vermicelli.

The doctor pushed the bowl to the table, and he handed the chopsticks, "Jue Shao, please pick up these vermicelli and put them in another bowl." ”

Mo Nanjue had a cold face, obviously unwilling, and the man hurriedly said, "This is the inspection item that Young Master An has stipulated before...... It's all written above. ”

Mo Nanjue glanced at it, and then reached out to take the chopsticks.

He clamped the vermicelli in the bowl, but only to the pinch, the vermicelli was slippery, he moved it up to the side and slid back into the bowl, Monanjue used his wrist to exert force, but found it difficult to lift it again.

Repeated more than a dozen times, but I didn't even pick up a single chopstick.

Seeing this, the doctor's expression darkened, and he removed the fan and lifted a small safe up.

"Sir, please open the safe. ”

Monan Jue reached out and grabbed the handle of the cabinet door, he tried to pull it outward, but by this time the effect of the stimulant had completely faded, and no matter how much he pulled, he couldn't pull it away.

Mo Nanjue wanted to clench his fist, but his right hand suddenly began to tremble violently, he pursed his thin lips, and even the strength to withdraw his hand was gone.

After a series of tests, the doctor pulled out a chair and sat down.

Mo Nanjue raised his head, beads of sweat rolled down on his delicate side face, it was just a gesture of raising his hand, and he was already struggling.

The doctor pushed the report in front of his eyes, "Jue Shao, you have seen it yourself, if you completely lose the assistance of stimulants, you have lost the most basic ability to live, and your muscle atrophy is relatively serious, I recommend that you be hospitalized for treatment......"

"I won't be hospitalized," Mo Nanjue's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "Straight to the point, I don't want to talk about anything else." ”

"Regarding the neural actuator, I think Young Master An also told you, this thing is indeed useful, but ...... It's very painful, it will be very painful, you can't play an anesthesia machine, and it's implanted in the nerve, we can't guarantee if there are any side effects for the time being, in case ......" The doctor looked a little embarrassed, "This is a project developed by Young Master An, he is not here now, and we don't dare to ......"

Mo Nanjue looked at his right hand that was still trembling, the muscles of his upper arm bounced and jumped, his fingertips seemed to be caught by something, so heavy that he couldn't lift it, he opened his eyes, "When can I have surgery?"

"This ......"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes coldly, and the doctor hurriedly said when he saw this, "If you have to have surgery, it will be fine every two or three days, and we will arrange it here and notify you when the time comes." ”

Mo Nanjue held the table with his left hand and wanted to stand up, but his legs were completely weak, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to his forehead, "Go get stimulants." ”

"Jue Shao, you really don't fit in the ...... right now"

"I told you to get it!"

“…… Be. ”

The nurse hurriedly went to get the stimulant, and Mo Nanjue reached out to take it, his slender fingers holding the needle and plunging it towards his left arm.

The nerve contracted suddenly, and after stimulation, he gradually regained consciousness, Mo Nanjue threw the needle away, he stood up, and the doctor sent him out, "Jue Shao...... There is something I have to say. ”

Monan Jue put his hands in his pockets and walked all the way downstairs," he said. ”

"Even if the surgery is successful, the nerve actuator can only be used a few times, and each time it is painful to install and remove, and your muscles are atrophying very quickly," the doctor plucked up his courage, "At this rate, you only have about half a year to live, and if you are not hospitalized, it will be even shorter." ”