Once the core design is perfected, how long does it take to rub a prosthetic?

The answer is three days.

Just like interior decoration, the designer's income and status are higher than that of the decoration construction team.

Why?

Because the mind determines the height.

With a complete theoretical system of intelligent prosthetics, Wei Ping'an's efforts in pondering the structure are far greater than hand-rubbing parts.

If there were some special equipment, Wei Ping'an could even synthesize a lighter prosthetic leg, instead of this kind of thing that weighs more than ten pounds.

This prosthetic limb is the simplest.

Bionic prostheses are divided into wearable prostheses and implantable osseointegration prostheses.

What Wei Ping'an provided to An Zhiyong was a weakened product of the wearable prosthetic after deleting a lot of black technology.

But compared to the current technology, it is no longer trivial.

It's just that the technology is hidden in the design framework, not overt.

Ordinary people, including users, just feel more comfortable and handy.

"Anyang, get me a meal at noon, and I'll go to warehouse No. 6 to find your father."

"Okay, master."

In the past few days, the master has buried his head in a bunch of parts, but he has not assembled and integrated, and he doesn't know what to do.

Before, I called the three of myself to the side to explain the work, and occasionally let myself get a few hands, but I didn't call a few of myself to listen in the past two days, so I tinkered with it myself.

Zhang Baoqiang and Chen Yixiu's wedding is on the agenda.

I'm also looking for auspicious days for the zodiac these days.

Every day at noon, the two of them eat together.

Ding Lijun sighed.

Today, I have to solve it by myself.

It seems that you have to hurry up and find a companion, otherwise it will be a torment to see them in pairs every day.

Ding Lijun is now confident in his craft.

As long as you wait for the factory to open the level assessment, you will definitely be able to get the intermediate fitter level and live a good life with your family.

Therefore, Ding Lijun also dared to think about such a cost-effective thing as marriage.

Warehouse 6.

Wei Ping'an came to the guard room with a small baggage.

knocked on the window, An Zhiyong pushed open the door on crutches.

"Master Wei, come in and sit."

"Why didn't you go out in the sun today......"

Wei Ping'an chatted with An Zhiyong.

An Zhiyong has been in a bad mood since last night.

Cui Gang went to look for him last night, because Cui Gang injured his arm, and he had military merits, so a scientific research department above gave him a chance to be "reborn".

Go to work at the institute.

The work is like Davency, being studied.

There is a possibility of returning to the frontline.

For this reason, Cui Gang is not afraid of being studied.

Retiring because of his disability only made him more painful.

An Zhiyong's mood is also urgent.

But Cui Gang's answer made him completely cold.

It's okay to say that the arm, but the imitation and transformation of the leg is 100 times more difficult than the arm, and it is not something that can be solved by current science and technology.

So the blame is that the injured part is too bad, and An Zhiyong's heart to return to the front-line work was hit.

He was happy that his comrades had a chance to make a comeback, but he regretted that he had lost this opportunity.

But that's how brutal the battlefield is.

He was just lucky to be crippled, and if he was unlucky, he would be like Captain Zhou in front, pressing the grenade alone and being blown apart.

On the battlefield, bullets have no eyes.

Either they plugged the gun's hole, or other comrades, and there was nothing to complain about.

Blame yourself for your bad luck.

Well...... Or rather, a little bit of bad luck.

Insomnia in the middle of the night, even more decadent when I wake up, no energy, but life has to go on, and work has to be persistent.

An Zhiyong was so confused all morning, like a beggar crushed by reality.

took the cigarette that Wei Ping'an handed him, even if it was with a filter, An Zhiyong just numbly put it on his mouth and lit it with a match.

Wei Ping'an didn't care, and opened the baggage, and there were a bunch of parts inside, some round, some with gears, some with long strips, as well as screws and nuts......

Start assembling.

An Zhiyong glanced at it, then turned his head to look out the window again.

Warehouse employees come in and out, and his duties are to guard the door, as well as to take care of bulky goods.

"Lao An, look, what's going on?"

An Zhiyong turned his head, a metal leg was horizontal in front of him, black and swarthy, and he looked very ...... Stimulate.

"...... this?"

An Zhiyong had a trace of expectation in his heart, but it was extinguished in an instant.

Anyang's master is a fitter.

What the research institutes of the Chinese Academy of Sciences can't do, and still count on a small fitter in a rolling mill?

It's a lot of thinking.

"Mechanical prosthetic, I built it for you with my own hands, come, put it on and try the effect......"

An Zhiyong cooperated, pulled up his trouser legs, and put on this prosthetic leg with a sponge cushion contact surface.

Mechanical prosthetics.

Because the technology has been cut a lot, Wei Ping'an is embarrassed to shout the word intelligence.

"Huh?"

An Zhiyong got up, raised his legs, and staggered......

Then he leaned on the corner of the table and turned his head, with a strong impulse in his eyes.

"This ......"

"Take two steps and try!"

Wei Ping'an looked at An Zhiyong, who was gradually getting excited, with interest.

If it is a traditional prosthesis, it needs an adaptation process, from wearing, adaptation, to self-mobility, and finally walking......

And Wei Ping'an doesn't need this.

After all, it is a simplified version of the intelligent prosthetic, and the bionic application is in place.

An Zhiyong has been disabled for a short time, and the feeling of having a limb has not completely subsided.

And he is bold and has nothing to look forward to.

I was just stimulated last night, and after a few rolls, walking upright had a greater impact on him.

Afraid of a bird.

An Zhiyong spared three or five laps in the communication room, and immediately mastered this leg.

It's no different from the real thing.

No, it's more powerful and energetic than real.

Push open the door and stride out.

Under the sun, An Zhiyong squinted his eyes, and the former deputy section chief An gradually returned, and the momentum of a veteran of a hundred battles jumped on his body.

"Dad!"

Not far away, there was a cry of horror mixed with a hint of surprise.

There was also the sound of lunch boxes falling to the ground.

Wei Ping'an raised his eyebrows.

"Your father and your master's lunch was wasted by your kid."

Twenty minutes later.

Three people sat around the center of the janitor's room.

Anyang went to fetch food again, and the three of them sat around and ate.

An Zhiyong had a great appetite, and swallowed two steamed buns in three or two clicks.

Better than the previous state in the army.

Only when you have lost can you know how precious it is to cherish and have.

Lost and regained, it will be an idiom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"This prosthetic is the first generation of products, and it will be slowly run in in the future, and then it will be iteratively upgraded for you......"

Wei Ping'an left a living mouth.

"You won't be an ordinary person from now on."

"Huh?"

"When you're fully used to it, who can afford to kick you, it's a steel machine, it can hurt people tons......"

An Zhiyong's eyes flickered, and his spirit seemed to be suddenly raised.

"Master Wei, you said that this leg can still be upgraded?"

It's not as simple as giving yourself a leg, it's giving yourself a second life.

Wei Ping'an, the little master, can be regarded as a kind reinvention for himself.

An Yang watched quietly from the side.

I know very well what kind of character my father is.

In the future, I am afraid that if someone says bad things about the master, the first one who dares to come out is his father.

Uncle Cui Gang was a comrade-in-arms with his father, and his father dared to carry a submachine gun and stab hundreds of enemies in order to save people.

Now in this situation, if something happens to the master, it is estimated that it will not be far behind.

"Yes, sure."

Wei Ping'an nodded: "But now the materials are not suitable, daily life must be no problem, if you want, after you are familiar, I will give you two spare legs, and it will not delay you to continue the front-line work of the security department." ”

"Brother, thank you, you didn't give me a leg, but saved my life!"