The warm season here is really short, it was still the warm glow of spring just now, and if you are not careful, only the end of summer is left to chirp insects,—— and now, even autumn is gone in a blink of an eye.

The first rays of the morning sun were slightly dimmed by the mist that filled the air, but they still illuminated the small patch of lush, vibrant sweet potatoes around the base.

Countless dewdrops, large and small, that have not yet evaporated clinging to the tender green leaves, are reflected in the brilliant light and are crystal clear and dazzling.

"Hum—"

With the push of a button, the electric chute door in the main body of the base was smoothly opened with the drag of the motor and cable—a new door designed by Mosilaire after the last Mech attack, crafted and installed by Bender to replace the old door that had been damaged by the mechanical mantis. Not only will the new door be thicker in comparison, but it will also be much more comfortable to look at—perhaps Mosilaire really doesn't have a talent for crafting.

Mosilare, who opened the main door, was caught off guard by the rush of cold air and sneezed a little.

"Whew." Mosilele, who was a little thinly dressed, rubbed his shoulders, sighed softly at the bulletproof glass window on the top of the wall, and then somewhat childishly drew a round, cute smile with his fingers on a small drop of water that quickly condensed.

Winter is coming, and it will soon return to its long gray and darkness. But they're ready.

Winnie hadn't shown up for breakfast today, which made Mosilere a little relieved. Although this little lazy worm sometimes lies in bed, at this point everyone can usually see her yawning into the dining room - today seems to be a little different.

Mosilaire, who was drinking porridge, finally put down his chopsticks and let the other companions eat first, while he left the table and walked to the door of her and Winnie's bedroom.

Mosilaire gently pushed open the bedroom door and saw Winnie curled up in a corner of the bed with her back to her, wrapped in a quilt.

"Winnie, are you up?" Mosilaire climbed into bed and touched Winnie's head.

"Hmm." Unexpectedly, Winnie had woken up early, but her voice sounded dull and nasal.

"What's wrong with you, Winnie?" Mosilaire blinked, and she could clearly sense that Winnie seemed very unhappy.

So she reached out and touched Winnie's forehead, only to find that Winnie's body temperature was frighteningly hot now.

Mosilaire seemed to understand something.

"Are you sick?"

"Uh-huh......" Winnie curled up even more, and seemed to have a hint of crying.

"You ......" Mosilaire was about to say something, but Winnie had already suddenly hugged her and put her head on Mosilele's stomach: "Woo...... Sister...... Sister...... I...... Am I going to die...... Woo-"

"......" Mosilaire was a little laughing and crying, so he slowly hugged the little fool and brushed away her messy hair with his right hand so that he could see Winnie's face clearly: "Why do you say that? ”

"Woo-" Winnie's soft sobs had turned into a howl.

"But...... Woo...... But there are a lot of people...... Only...... It was during this season that I got sick and died...... And...... And none of the herbs we grow can give me ...... Govern...... The kind of ...... that heals the sick Woo-" Winnie choked up in Mosilelle's arms.

"Okay, okay, don't cry yet, what if I say I have a way?" Mosilaire lowered her head and kissed Winnie on the head—the little fool who grew up in the tribe was so cute and pathetic.

"Whew-what's your ...... What ......" Winnie stopped crying and stared at her with tears in her eyes.

"Do you remember one time when you were playing in the barn and accidentally turned out two boxes?" Mosilaire rubbed her face, "You were in a hurry to ask me what that box was. ”

"Hmm......" Winnie nodded with teary eyes, as she remembered something.

"I only told you it was a medical kit," Mosilaire smiled softly, "but forgot to tell you it contained a medicine that could cure you. - What you will learn later, such as amoxicillin, aspirin, carbenicillin...... Well, you're going to love them. ”

"Really...... Are you sure? Winnie blinked twice and tilted her head to look at her.

"Well, there will be retribution for cheating on children." Mosilaire wiped Winnie's tears away with her hand, "Let's go wash up, something good is happening today." ”

"Good!" Winnie stood up, kissed Mosilaire on the cheek, and scurried to the bathroom.

After a while, Mosilaire returned to the dining room with Winnie in her clothes, but Winnie, who was suffering from a fever, looked a little haggard, and her eyes were a little red and swollen from crying.

"What's wrong with Winnie?"

Everyone looked at Winnie with concern, who was being held by Mosilaire's little hand.

"I, I'm sick." Winnie sniffled.

"She's probably feverish," Mosilaire rubbed her head, "I'll sit a little farther away from everyone later, and don't worry about us." ”

Since Winnie's poor little creature was still sick and her appetite was severely affected, Mosilaire served only half a bowl of rice porridge for Winnie at her request.

Lao Dao and Bender got up early, so they had already finished eating. Today, instead of rushing to work after finishing their meal, as usual, they uncharacteristically leaned back in their chairs and chatted.

Little Red Riding Hood and Anya, who had also finished breakfast, thought it was a little strange, but they seemed to quickly understand that there was something to announce this morning, so they didn't rush to leave - and judging by the relaxed atmosphere of the restaurant, it might still be a good thing.

When Winnie slowly swallowed half a bowl of piping hot rice porridge, and when the time was ripe, the old knife shook his fluffy exploding head, and stood up from the dining chair excitedly, and proclaimed loudly in a passionate voice: "I want to tell you a good news today—after the unremitting efforts of me and Mr. Bender in recent days, we have finally completed the important task that Miss Mosilele has assigned to us late last night!" ”

Looking at the excited look on the faces of Lao Dao and Bende, it is estimated that if someone hadn't been in the restaurant, these two guys would have jumped directly on the table and danced the tango - in comparison, Miss Mosilelle, the leader of this matter, was much calmer, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly when she drank from the cup.

It seems that only Winnie, Little Red Riding Hood, and Anya are still in the dark.

Ahem!

The old knife deliberately coughed twice and held it down, and only after satisfying Anya's appetite did he wink at Bender frantically.

"Grandpa Dao, do you have cramps?" Anya at the dinner table looked at him with kindness and pity in her eyes - what a poor old man - will she cramp in her face like him when she gets old?

"Oh, what a cute and innocent little girl,—— I don't have cramps." Some angry old knives gently pinched Anya's face, "Maybe you can call me uncle in the future, which will extend my already short life for a few more years." ”

"But ...... lie," Anya wanted to say something, but her sister covered her mouth.

Fortunately, the shrewd Bender barely grasped the unique abstract hint of the old knife, and immediately displayed a set of exquisite artificial creations in front of everyone who was looking forward to it.

These are the two artificial prosthetic legs that the old knife tailor-made for Anya, and three days ago, Bender also made a fine measurement of Anya's leg shape.

Little Red Riding Hood, who is now working as an assistant to Mr. Old Knife, has seen many advanced technologies and scientific and technological achievements from the base laboratory that she never dared to think of before, and naturally knows that Mr. Old Knife has been busy studying prosthetic manufacturing materials recently—but the manufacture of prosthetics involves multiple disciplines, and even if there are predecessors who have summarized them, they will still be obscure and difficult to study.

Little Red Riding Hood was convinced that her sister would one day run and play carefree like any other healthy child with the help of artificial prosthetics, but she really didn't expect the day to come so soon.

In fact, ever since the old knife handed Bender a sketch for making a simple mechanical prosthetic leg, the hard-working Bender has spent more than a dozen hours a day in a huge processing room, concentrating on creating these extremely tedious artificial prosthetic legs.

He spent almost all of his time on this, except for the necessary sleep and eating, and it took three days and two nights of intense work to create these two intricately constructed prostheses.

During this period, Lao Dao even continued to ask Bender to modify and improve the prosthetic leg in production with updated information - so the conscientious Bender lost three or four pounds in just a few days - but it is also thanks to the craftsmanship spirit of Bende and Lao Dao that this set of simple prostheses without using computer chips and neural connections has almost reached the peak of low-intelligence mechanical prostheses in terms of amputated limb function completion.

Although it is still not as flexible as the original biological limb due to the lack of an artificial nervous system, its complex joint structure can greatly mimic natural movements, and the dozens of built-in micro motors can also provide the installer with more powerful explosive power and staying power than the biological limb.

When Bender placed these two light and simple mechanical prosthetic legs, which weighed no more than 3kg on average, on the table, they looked like delicate works of art in a small and delicate shape and exuded a warm color under the restaurant light - especially the knee joints were boldly designed by Bender to be transparent, so that people could easily see the various unique shapes, seemingly chaotic but extremely beautiful precision special parts in the mechanical joints.

The more than 300 parts, some of which are no more than 2 mm in diameter, are carefully arranged, layered and combined in an unimaginable way to form a perfect, incomparably complex artificial knee joint with a volume of only a few tens of cubic centimeters!

It's the pinnacle!