Id's face changed.

"I'll go back now."

He nodded at Mawson, "Nice to meet you, but there's obviously something wrong with me, so we'll talk another day." ”

"You're busy first."

Mawson didn't say anything more. watched Yide rush into the clinic, close the door by the way when he entered, and then hang a sign that said "Lunch break, closed for business" on it.

Through the glass of the front door, Mawson saw a slender girl with ear-length black hair stumbling down the stairs.

The girl was dressed in ordinary lounge clothes, her body was made of machinery from the neck down, and she seemed to have just completed the transformation, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

A pair of big bright eyes are full of confusion and inquiry.

"It seems that in addition to recovering from his injuries in the past few days, Ide should have been busy helping Alita assemble her body."

Mawson thought.

At this point, the outer layer of glass changed color, and Mawson could no longer see anything inside.

It was noon, there were a little fewer people on the street, the sun was high, and Mawson was not in the mood to lie down any longer, so he dragged the rattan chair back to the room.

For the rest of the day, he didn't have any business.

Many would rather wait for Dr. Ide to open again than come to his new clinic to give it a try.

Mawson is not in a hurry, although he does not need food to replenish his body's energy, he still tries to disguise himself like a normal person and eat on time.

Until 10:00 p.m., there were fewer and fewer people on the street, and the rest of the shops around were closed one after another, and Mawson waited until the end, until only his only store was left open on the whole street, and then slowly and leisurely packed up his things.

As he closed the door, he saw through the crack in the door an emaciated figure in the side door of the diagonally diagonal clinic.

The darkness couldn't stop Mawson's sight at all, and although the other party was disguised first, he was still recognized by Mossen at a glance.

"Bounty hunters?"

"How much money is there to continue to hunt criminals when they are physically injured."

Shaking his head, Mawson didn't plan to meddle in his affairs, closed the door tightly, and went back to the house to rest.

Recently, this ordinary life has gradually stabilized Mawson's mood, and even his spirit that has been nervous has been relaxed.

The most intuitive manifestation is the unity and balance within the body, and there is still a lot of time, so he simply follows a more relaxed rhythm and completely integrates into the life here.

The night in Scrap Iron Town was not peaceful.

That night, Mawson heard at least three altercations taking place on the street. When the doors open early in the morning, he can still see several sanitation workers cleaning up blood stains on street corners.

"Recently, it's really getting more and more peaceful, and I've heard that there are women being mutilated on the streets, and their internal organs are scattered everywhere." An elderly man muttered while cleaning up the garbage.

"If you want me to say don't come out at night."

The other old man was a little angry, "After eight o'clock, a curfew will be imposed, and those centurions will patrol the whole street to see who dares to continue to commit crimes." ”

"Don't you need money to raise so many centurions?"

"It's all our own lives, how can the real big guys pay attention to this." The old man looked up at Salem, faintly discernible in the morning mist.

"When can I go up and have a look? Even if it's just a glance, it's enough to die! ”

"Stop dreaming, get to work." Another old man urged.

The contrast between the prosperity of Salem and the decay of the scrap metal town is something that Mawson has never been able to understand.

Even in the border city, although the Midtown is much more prosperous than the lower city, the infrastructure that the lower city should have is still there, but here, the scrap iron town and Salem are like the products of two different civilizations.

One seems to be still in the age of steam, while the other is already in the interstellar age.

As for Salem, Mawson became more and more curious.

Mawson was still idle all day, and the opposite Ide clinic did not open, and the time passed like this, until one morning, two days later, the clinic door opened.

Ide led a slender girl out of the room.

The metal prosthetic limbs on the girl's body are wrapped in a milky white shell like beautiful jade.

It looks a little metallic, but it is extremely delicate, and her body alone is enough to buy Ide's entire store.

Ide was like a kind father, explaining something to the girl as he walked, until he saw Mawson not far away, and he took the girl with him.

"Hey, Mawson, how's business going?" Ed smiled and said hello.

"Obviously, people here like you more."

Mawson shrugged and put on a helpless look.

"I'm sorry, it's not that I'm deliberately disrupting the market price, it's that it's not easy for people here......"

He sighed.

"Everybody's here to survive."

"I know, I know, if you've been here, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider a different industry." Mawson laughed and made a joke.

"Are you also a doctor?"

At this moment, Alita, who was standing on the side, tilted her head and suddenly asked.

"It's all my fault, I just talked and forgot to introduce you."

"This is my daughter Alita."

"This is Mawson."

"You haven't answered my question yet, are you a doctor?" After a few pleasantries, Alita asked again.

For some reason, standing next to this strange man, she always felt panicked in her heart, and her whole person became nervous.

"As you can see."

"It's just that I'm better at healing people than machines."

With that, Mawson glanced at Ed.

"Dr. Ide, you're not in good spirits, you should get some rest."

"Really?" Ed laughed and snorted.

"Maybe it's because I've been staying up too late lately."

At this moment, a group of big men in different costumes came from a distance, and the head was a bearded man and a bald head.

Seeing Mawson, they hula immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Moson, thank you for your generous help before, I went back to publicize it, everyone in the factory is willing to accept your conditions, but there are too many people there, and there are many people who can't leave their posts."

"So can I trouble you to make a trip yourself? Go to the site and help us have a look?"

The bearded man said with some embarrassment.

Just a few days ago, Mawson successfully rescued Roman who had stepped into the ghost gate, not only did he not charge too much, but he was even willing to maintain mechanical prosthetics for all the workers in the factory at a low price.

For these low-level workers, the transformation of a metal prosthetic limb almost empties their savings, and where there is usually money for careful maintenance, they will be able to do it.

Even if the parts are replaced, they don't dare to go to the regular store, and until the end, no one is willing to take on their maintenance work.

After all, the price of replacement parts is enough to install a new metal prosthetic.

"Okay."

Without hesitation, Mawson said hello to the two of them, went back to pack his tools, and then left in the crowd.