The child's arm, coming down from the shoulder, had a long distance left. To put it bluntly, this kind of prosthetic hand relies on the coordination and cooperation of the user's own residual limb and healthy limb to drive the traction rope and manipulate the ice to control the opening and holding of the prosthetic hand to realize the action of grasping objects.

Get used to it, it's no different from the real harvest. I can only do this, the immortal disciple is just a false name, and the spell is still illusory.

At the moment, this is the easiest one, with a simple structure and easy to use. This kind of prosthesis is also very sought-after in the 21st century.

It's just that this kid is too young. I'm only three years old today, and if I admit it at the age of eighteen, I'll have to get a prosthetic leg every year. That's how it goes......

Liang Zhaodi frowned, didn't an ancient man reach the crown in his twenties? Do you want to make seventeen? Oh my god! If that's the case, you won't die here of old age. I crossed over by myself, that is, I did a big thing, that is, to make a prosthetic? In this case, isn't fate very sad.

Liang Zhaodi thought, it can't be like this! How can there be such a Hou Ye in the world, and he has set a precedent. Liang Zhaodi's brows furrowed, this is a difficult problem.

Just as he was thinking about it, Ah Zhen came over and picked up Liang Zhaodi's hand-drawn draft, on rice paper, the drawing, if I read it correctly, it should be a hand. However, this hand is still four fingers, and one finger is missing. Ah Zhen found it hard to believe that this was the painting technique of the immortal disciple. This painting skill is not as good as the dolls in the village, Ah Zhen is a little suspicious of Liang Zhaodi, do you have that ability! If you look at this artwork, it's hard to see.

"Hou Ye, Hou Ye......" Ah Zhen called softly, this is your masterpiece in the morning. This is Bao'er's prosthesis, it's really hard to compliment!

"Ah Zhen" Liang Zhaodi looked at her and was very happy, and quickly picked up the artwork in her hand and said: "Look at it, this is customized according to Bao'er's figure, this is for Bao'er's novice." As long as he practices more, it will be almost the same as the real arm."

Ah Zhen listened to Liang Zhaodi say this, and looked at Liang Zhaodi's hand.

"You see, this is according to the proportions of Bao'er's body, here is fixed on Bao'er's residual limb, so that the remnants of his upper part of the arm will drive this prosthesis, and over time, it's good to get used to it."

After Liang Zhaodi finished speaking, Ah Zhen seemed to understand a little. I thought the artwork was two black caterpillars! I didn't expect that after Liang Zhaodi said this, although I didn't understand it. But, for one thing, she did know, her son's arm would be regained.

Ah Zhen wept and laughed, crying with joy. She lowered her body and picked up each of Liang Zhaodi's drawings one by one, she couldn't put it down, these were all to save her son Bao'er's suffering. She regarded it as a treasure and sorted it out, about three inches tall. Although, many of them are Liang Zhaodi's failures, they have no value at all, the same rubbish artwork, and even a few, because it is really boring, a big turtle was drawn on it, and there are a few small turtles behind the big turtle. Liang Zhaodi has been painting professionally for eight or twenty years, and it is lifelike. It's these Wang Ba's graffiti, but in her hands they have become treasures.

"Ju'er, store these artworks in my cabinet," Ah Zhen instructed the personal girl, and the personal girl left in response.

"I don't know Master Hou, I think whose child in the village is the most suitable to lend his hand to Bao'er......