Scrap Iron Town.

Since the Battle of the Heavenly Fall three hundred years ago, the Sky Castle floating in mid-air has fallen one after another.

Only one city of Salem remained.

Around the only remaining city in the sky, countless people gathered here and gradually developed into a complete city.

Every day, a lot of metal waste falls from Salem to the ground, and there are many scavengers gathered there, rummaging through the vast garbage heaps, and every now and then one or two lucky people get rich overnight because they find precious metal wreckage.

It's just that these people who got rich overnight didn't end up so well. Some of them spent all their money in drunken gold fans, and even lost their bodies in the end.

There was also a part of the money that was attacked on the spot before the money was in hand.

The barbarism and civilization of Scrap Iron Town are intertwined, with both the brilliance of the surface and the roughness of the bottom, mixing a special life appearance.

The same goes for the buildings here, where you can barely see buildings that are too tall, and according to the people of Scrap Iron Town, the sky is the space of Salem City, and the ground belongs to Scrap Iron Town.

As a result, the scrap iron town could only expand outward, and its own area was more than 10 times larger than that of Salem.

The only way to connect Salem to Scrap Iron is the supply corridor between the two, and every day there will be countless supplies that are transported to Salem.

In the eyes of all the scrap iron people, Salem is heaven, and countless people want to climb to that sky city one after another.

But so far few have succeeded.

Stomp, stomp!

Early morning.

In the mist, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

An anxious voice shouted.

"Roman is running out of steam!"

"It's coming soon!"

A hovering car stopped, and several people carried stretchers to the end of the street.

"Go to Mr. Ed's clinic!"

A big man with a beard on his face said.

Although carrying a person, all of them walked steadily, and the legs of the man lying on the stretcher were completely mechanical, except that one of the legs was deformed, and the connection between the machine and the flesh was blurred.

"No, no!"

A young man who had knocked on the door first ran back in a panic.

"Mr. Ide is not in the clinic, and there is a sign on it that says it will be closed for three days!"

"What?!"

Everyone's faces changed greatly, in addition to Ide's clinic, there are 5 streets closest to them, looking at Roman's state, I'm afraid that when they rush over, they will not be able to do it.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, the man on the stretcher coughed violently, and the coughing blood foam blocked the trachea, and he opened his mouth wide but could not make a sound.

"He can't do it!"

At this moment, the bearded man who was heading suddenly noticed that diagonally opposite Dr. Ed's office, there was a new clinic at some point.

It was still hazy, but the owner of the clinic had opened the door early and was ready to open.

It was a tall young man, very handsome, who did not look like a doctor at all, and he was wearing a plain plaid shirt, which was a little tight from his loose clothes.

In the morning light, there was a metallic glow on the palm of his left hand.

"Quick, send him over!" The bearded man shouted loudly.

"The new doctor?"

"Can he do it?"

"If you don't work, if you delay it any longer, Roman will be dead!"

Hula.

A crowd of people flocked to it.

"Doctor, save him!"

"His mechanical leg malfunctioned, and the connection pierced into the thigh, and the bleeding couldn't stop at all!"

They were all workers in the nearby steel mills, and these people were considered the lowest level of labor, and they worked hard, but they also formed deep friendships with each other.

Looking at Roman lying on the bed, thinking of his own situation, the atmosphere was extremely depressed for a while.

"Put people in bed."

"You guys get out."

The young man fiddled with what he was holding unhurriedly, without even looking at Roman.

"Boy, hurry up and get over here to save someone!"

A big, bald man with a fiery temper roared angrily, and he rolled up his sleeves and strode forward, raising half of his metal arm as if he was about to land on the young man's body at any moment.

When the young man heard the footsteps, he stopped what he was doing and glanced up at the bald man.

"Put the people away, and go out."

"Or carry someone out with you."

The young man's gaze was flat, and his tone didn't fluctuate much, but for some reason he glanced at it, and the bald man seemed to be targeted by some fierce beast, his scalp exploded, and his body shrank slightly.

"Put Roman in place, let's all get out!"

The bearded man in the lead shouted, and the bald man borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and he didn't even dare to say cruel words, and walked out with everyone.

Finally, the ghost sent the door shut.

"Do you think this kid can do it?"

The bald man gritted his teeth and said, "If Roman has any mistakes, I can't spare him!" ”

Syllable!

The beard slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you talking about?"

"He can do it!" The bearded man looked at him viciously, and his eyes were slightly red.

Roman was his best friend, and the two came to Scrap Iron Town together, worked their way, saved their first money, and then had a family and children.

They were originally physically strong, but later the intensity of their work became more and more intense, and in desperation, they had their arms removed and replaced with mechanical prosthetics.

But who would have thought ......

The fog on the streets fades away, the sun rises, and the town is given a new lease of life.

"Why hasn't it come out yet?"

The bearded man anxiously circled around the door of the clinic.

Just as he couldn't resist knocking, the door was opened from the inside. The handsome young man walked out with his hands wiped off.

"Doctor, how is Roman?"

The bearded man asked anxiously.

"The person is fine, but his nerves are seriously damaged, even if he replaces with a mechanical leg, he won't want to stand up again in a short time."

"It's okay if you're fine!"

"Thank you, doctor!"

The bearded man actually had no hope, and when he heard the news, he almost jumped up with excitement.

"Thank you, doctor, I don't know what to say."

"By the way, my name is Colt, what do you call me?"

"Call me Mawson."

The young man replied.

"Dr. Mawson, your clinic has just opened, right?"

"You just came to Scrap Iron Town?"

The bald man came out of nowhere, and said with a probe in his head.

"Less than a month."

Mawson replied.

"Your technology is really that." The bald head gives a thumbs up.

"Uh...... People have been saved, look at this...... How much does it cost?"

The bearded man's face was embarrassed, and he said expectantly.

After he said this, the originally joyful atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

Money, for low-level workers, is a topic that can never be bypassed.

Sometimes if you get a serious illness or get seriously injured, it's better to die outright.

Mawson's gaze passed over the crowd, through the glass at the door, and saw the clinic that had reopened diagonally across the street, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The price is negotiable."