First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 217
Chapter 217: Modification
The soldiers saw the row of new mechs and hesitated in shock. They hadn't expected the other side to have quietly brought so many mechs over; such a number could definitely cause social panic.
But they quickly assessed the situation, didn't continue pressing, and instead reported upwards.
Several old-style mechs behind them moved slightly closer. Although their combat power might be inferior, if a conflict truly occurred, they could still provide some resistance. Simultaneously, they readied weapons from various positions, preparing for the worst.
The Alliance mechs remained indifferent, just standing behind, watching them with a kind of "God loves the world but not idiots, hope you know what's good for you" pity, simply put, disdain.
Unsure what mood Barite was in when he received the news here.
The rescue team's entry permit was approved by Maxwell, but he himself wasn't in the 3rd District; many things couldn't be personally verified. When at a disadvantage, making relevant concessions due to coercion or negotiation was possible. Barite had no way to stop it at the time.
But now, this scene clearly showed Maxwell had invited wolves into his house. He was tricked by the Alliance people.
Although he couldn't stand Maxwell's actions, he also knew he was a Gelen person; those foolish political strategies were based on Gelen's interests.
But Maxwell's foolishness exceeded his imagination. He really wanted to slap him.
Why befriend tigers, leopards, wolves? How many politicians in this world are good people!
If it were Lian Sheng facing such a formation, the first thought would be to suspect the Alliance's motives.
With relations between the two sides so tense, the opponent in internal turmoil, and oneself having an opportunity, could one restrain one's restless heart?
How could they!
Most likely wanted to take advantage of the situation. First deliberately challenge them, refuse to cooperate with their actions. Then find various reasons under conflict to justify sending troops. This way, while Gelen's 3rd District public sentiment and society were unstable, they could legitimately destroy one of Gelen's developed districts, shaking Gelen's overall economic power. Then further utilize this wave of advantage to gradually encroach on Gelen's influence.
Biting into a piece of fat meat is very happy, but biting into a piece of poisoned fat meat, must immediately spit it out.
If it were her, at this time, she would only do one thing: let them leave.
Unconditionally let them leave!
Sure enough, not long after, the soldier said to them: "Sorry, after communicating with superiors, found our information transmission was inadequate. General Barite stated Gelen is willing to trust the Alliance military's explanation. As long as basic security checks are passed, you all can leave."
The Gelen soldiers watched them nervously, afraid they would say "no," then a major battle would be unavoidable.
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger, however, smiled slightly: "Okay, then we're leaving. No need to see us off."
They watched Lian Sheng and the others board the aircraft smoothly, then had the row of new mechs re-board the lower warehouse of the warship. One by one, using the slide rails on the floor plate, sent them all back to their original positions.
Subsequently opened the power, truly leaving cleanly and decisively.
Watching the Alliance military warship slowly lift off, accelerate, fly into the distance, the Gelen soldiers still found it somewhat hard to believe.
They came back to their senses, always feeling something wasn't right, highly likely the problem was with that manual mech. But they couldn't risk it.
The group watched the black dot about to disappear on the horizon. Suddenly, a small voice emerged: "What would happen if we fired a shot at their warship at this time?"
Complete silence.
The leader said: "Nothing much, just the 3rd District gets destroyed. The military warship has small aircraft; mechs won't break from falling."
After the aircraft left the ground, Hundred Meter Flying Dagger pressed Lian Sheng towards the rear medical area, having someone check her injuries.
Several doctors were already waiting there. Seeing her come over, asked her to change clothes first, then lie on the bed for examination.
The group all wore masks, hats, and glasses, fully armed, faces unclear.
The attending doctor patted Lian Sheng's shoulder reassuringly: "It's okay, come with me."
Lian Sheng lay on her back, exceptionally awake. She watched panicked and worried faces flash past her eyes, could see various emotions in their eyes, but felt no panic at all.
Subsequently pushed into the operating room, Lian Sheng slowly fell asleep after receiving anesthesia.
She actually wanted to say not to give anesthesia, because heard that stuff might paralyze and damage nerves. Compared to injury, she worried more about her brain not being able to remain clear.
The group followed step by step, finally all blocked at the entrance of the medical area, looking at each other.
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger pressed them: "You guys also go get a full check-up."
Lu Mingyuan said: "I'm fine, I just drove in the 3rd District."
Ji Ban: "Me too, never left the car."
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger pressed Zhao Zhuoluo, Cornell, and Harry, pushed them inside, then shooed the remaining people away: "Alright, those needing checks come check, irrelevant personnel all disperse, don't stand here taking up space, polluting the air."
Several people were pushed two steps, yet forcefully wanted to stay.
Fang Jianchen immediately cleverly clutched his stomach: "Me, I need a check-up, my stomach hurts."
Cheng Ze glanced over, very disdainfully: "Did you spend all your biology classes reading porn? Don't even know where the stomach is? Is that your stomach?"
Then he clutched the same spot: "My heart hurts. I'm the one who needs a check-up."
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger looked at them, clicked his tongue: "Fine, fine, check if you love checking, anyway plenty of empty beds, choose a spot yourself and go sleep, I won't bother you anymore. Let's go, we'll go get physicals first."
When Lian Sheng woke up, she was in the adjacent key monitoring room.
The curtains were drawn open across half the wall. Tilting her head, she could see the brilliantly shining galaxy outside. No matter how many times she saw it, she loved that feeling very much. As if incomparably close to the sky, becoming part of the sky.
That was something she had always pursued diligently before.
The anesthesia was administered lightly; she woke up once during the surgery. Although no pain, she felt someone operating on her hand.
Then really sleepy, dazedly fell asleep again.
Lian Sheng tried moving slightly, but was pressed down again by a hand.
She felt something restraining her from the shoulder, seemed tightly bound, breathing not so smooth.
Temporarily couldn't feel her arm. Covered by the blanket, couldn't see the situation below either.
She wasn't blindly optimistic anymore, tilted her head to look at the nursing staff beside her.
Doctor Lin held an electronic cigarette, sitting beside her: "You expected you'd have such a day, then you can learn your lesson."
Lian Sheng recalled for a moment, summarized: "To be precise, I feel I wasn't wrong. The biggest mistake came from Maxwell; his vigilance and timidity led to my information analysis error, further leading to Barite's people blackening my hand."
"Yo, spoken quite beautifully, still don't know repentance, I see you deserved most of it." Doctor Lin leaned back in the chair. "Come, at least cry hysterically, let me see your determination."
Lian Sheng asked: "Then will you comfort me?"
"Dream on," Doctor Lin said. "But I will temporarily kindly stop my sarcasm."
Lian Sheng: "Thank you then, you might as well continue, anyway I didn't take it to heart."
Doctor Lin: "..."
Lian Sheng asked again: "Doctor, why didn't you return to Alliance University? Still staying here?"
"Heartless wolf! I go wherever I want," Doctor Lin snorted. "Being a school doctor at Alliance University isn't safe now either. Traveling with the team for medical practice, you freshmen are the root of misfortune. Wherever you go, trouble follows."
He felt it meaningless, put the cigarette back in his pocket: "Heard the Third Army's mech has been transported over, so I followed to take a look. Haven't seen Jiugong for a long time."
"Oh..." Lian Sheng asked, "Do you know Comrade Lian Heng?"
Doctor Lin: "Call me Dad."
Lian Sheng said smoothly: "Dad Lin."
"..." Doctor Lin, "..."
Doctor Lin sneered: "You're just taking advantage because I won't hit you now? I'll have my chance later."
Lian Sheng: "Do you know him?"
Doctor Lin recalled for a moment: "Winner in life, always won internal army competitions."
So that's what winner in life meant.
Lian Sheng sighed with emotion: "Then I'm also a winner in life."
She also always won.
Doctor Lin continued: "Stingy, sloppy, unhygienic, bad breath, smelly feet, peculiar taste, vulgar, sleazy, loves gambling, shifty-eyed..."
The more Lian Sheng listened, the more something felt wrong, interrupted him: "Wait, you two have a grudge, right?"
Doctor Lin said expressionlessly: "No, he was just like that."
Lian Sheng rolled her eyes dismissively, indicating disbelief.
"Past things are past; we are the previous generation," Doctor Lin wanted to reach for his pocket again, finally stabilized, put his hand back on his knee. "I lived until today but he didn't, so what I say is right."
Lian Sheng said: "You're not the only one who lived until today."
Doctor Lin changed the subject again: "Feel happy now?"
Lian Sheng: "Happy. To be precise, I didn't fail... hmm... I mean, judging from the result, the significance is much greater."
Doctor Lin nodded: "I think so too."
Lian Sheng: "You performed my surgery?"
"Not me. Ms. Lin Lie requested an authoritative colleague to come help; I just assisted him," Doctor Lin said. "I'm just a school doctor; surgery experience isn't rich enough. Wouldn't be the chief surgeon for you, rest assured."
Lian Sheng said: "Oh. Actually, I'm quite assured with you. Because the worse someone's temper, the more likely they have real skills."
Doctor Lin stood up: "Hehe, looks like mind clear, spirit excited, personality still very cheeky, no major problems."
He pushed the chair back under the bed: "Reflect. Afterwards, please lie motionless, resignedly on the bed, waiting for the injury to improve."
After Zhao Zhuoluo and the others finished their check-ups, the group lay collectively in the medical area waiting for Lian Sheng to be pushed out.
Originally very anxious, but because too bored, several started browsing their optical computers, then fell asleep tiredly.
Woke up, looked left and right, found still the same group of people.
Fang Jianchen climbed up, stomach not hurting anymore: "Where's the person? Lost?"
Ye Buqing said: "Should be in the monitoring room next door. Pull her over to chat with us?"
Fang Jianchen jumped off the bed: "Lied for nothing. I said useless, then why are you still lazing around here?"
"Quiet here, leisurely, hospital and sleep match better. Importantly, no need to be pulled by Expeditionary Force seniors for ideological education," Cheng Ze also sat up from the bed. "Importantly, peace of mind, right? Any news can be obtained first time."
Because Lian Sheng seemed like she could fight another three hundred rounds, they weren't too worried about her hand injury. Relaxing now, only then realized the severity of the matter.
Lu Mingyuan hesitated beside: "Lian Sheng... I saw she looked fine, just face a bit pale. Should be curable, right? Hundred Meter Flying Dagger even brought over the new mech team, but the attending doctor brought over should also be very skilled, right? Since her injury, has it been twenty-four hours? Are the nerves necrotic?"
Ye Buqing tapped the page on his optical computer; above was a row of medical terms he couldn't understand, but the patient's personal experience narrative below he could still understand: "Should be. Considering the time to treat the wound. And when she got on the vehicle then, her hand was already very cold, skin color abnormally gray. Excellent, who treated her wound?"
Zhao Zhuoluo opened his mouth sullenly: "A clinic doctor we met on the way back. Said the injury was very serious; to prevent toxic blood backflow, severed some blood vessels first."
Equivalent to accelerating necrosis in the forearm. By then, even if some nerves weren't necrotic, the arm would be far less flexible than originally. At most preserved, no need for amputation.
But that situation might as well be amputation.
Harry said dejectedly beside: "If her hand is really injured like that, what to do?"
Lian Sheng was different from Ji Ban; she piloted a sensor mech. Relying on her unique fighting techniques and astonishing physical reaction ability, she had amazing talent and achievements in mech operation.
Lin Lie also said, already applied to transfer Jiugong to Lian Sheng. Then she would soon have an exclusive mech; she would be the youngest exclusive mech owner.
Also her command talent, insight ability, and analysis ability, her future was absolutely limitless.
But, if the arm was injured, or nerves underdeveloped, then the left arm couldn't perform sensing anymore. A mech missing an arm was equivalent to missing a row of weapon arsenal. Both defense and attack would be greatly discounted. Wasn't her path being forcefully broken?
Cornell leaned against the side wall, eyes closed, unsure what thinking.
"This was her own choice; casualties during missions are normal. Having everyone return alive is already very lucky. Don't overthink," Zhao Zhuoluo said. "Judging from the result, I think she... won't feel regret."
Lian Sheng was just that kind of person. Strength came not just from her body, but her psychological quality of always daring to overcome weakness.
Ji Ban said: "Shall we go take a look? Secretly, without making noise. She's next door, right?"
Fang Jianchen nodded: "Then let's go take a look. Quietly."
Rather than blindly guessing and worrying, better to see clearly. Accepting early also allows digesting early.
Several people got off the bed. When sneaking over, the window and door of Lian Sheng's room were tightly closed; post-operative re-examination was underway.
They exchanged glances, pressed optical computers against the wall, or aimed at the door crack, attempting to receive the conversation sounds inside.
Medical development, nowadays external wound recovery speed is generally very fast. At this time, generally already possible to move slightly.
Lian Sheng also felt an itch at her shoulder, but limited by Doctor Lin's warning, dared not move randomly.
The person in charge of the surgery was checking her recovery situation.
He looked at the data on the instrument: "Recovering well. White and red blood cell counts are within the normal range. We will adjust the various hormone levels and drug content as needed. By the way, we will soon arrive at District 29. Then I will guide you through rehabilitation exercises."
Lian Sheng said: "Thank you."
The doctor closed the optical computer: "Did Doctor Lin tell you?"
Lian Sheng thought for a moment, summarized: "He said... oh, he just came over, said a bunch of bad things about our family, then left."
Doctor: "..."
"Just kidding. He didn't tell me, just told me to rest well," Lian Sheng smiled slightly. "But I roughly know the situation, especially because of his reaction like this."
"Looks like your condition is good, young person. Mentality very good, very rare. It's okay, don't be afraid," the doctor took off his glasses, sighed. "Don't overthink; everyone cares about you very much. Since they are unwilling to say, then let me explain."
He stepped forward, signaled Lian Sheng, then lifted her blanket.
Lian Sheng tilted her head to look, raised an eyebrow: "What's this? Oh, really amazing. Looks very amazing."
Her left arm faintly had some feeling, but the feeling was very different.
Couldn't feel pain, cold, warmth, veins, or muscles. But could perceive something flowing inside, telling her it was part of her body.
A silver metal arm was now attached to her arm.
Lian Sheng struggled to lift her head, wanting to see below her neck. Because not just the arm, the back also felt very strange.
The doctor saw her movement, gestured the range with his hand as indication.
Lian Sheng rested back on the pillow relievedly.
The doctor explained: "Quite amazing, this is our Research Institute's latest developed prosthesis. Originally still in experimental approval stage, not yet mass-produced. Oh, but rest assured, already researched for many years, just due to condition limitations and limited funds, not promoted externally. This time Colonel Lin learned of your injury, contacted us, asked about related matters, hoped we could come help. Even just recording research data was okay."
"When did this happen? When I was still in Gelen..." Lian Sheng said, "Actually, I still held hope then. Because calculating the time, felt there was hope."
"First you need to know, the hope of restoring the original state, and the hope of preserving the arm, are different. When your arm started showing gray skin color, low temperature detached from blood flow, and maintained for several hours, basically no possibility of restoring the original state," the doctor said, "In that situation, I would recommend you replace with a prosthesis. Because your left arm will similarly be unable to accept sensing, but at least the prosthesis can guarantee your movement flexibility."
He pulled the blanket up again, pressed beside her ears: "Don't move; any slight movement now will affect the future effect of the prosthesis. If you feel very uncomfortable, we can help you restrain forcefully."
Lian Sheng: "..."
Doctor said: "Let me explain our latest prosthesis to you now."
"In the Gelen district, we indeed didn't know your injury situation. But considering from the most pessimistic angle, she hoped we could provide technical support. Considering Colonel Lin's family situation, we finally agreed to her request. Carried a previously reserved set of equipment, went to the 29th District to assist. But because it was already made prosthesis, not specially designed for your age and gender, so..." Doctor gestured again, "Slightly long. But rest assured, very cool, and not obvious. Our design department people are very excellent."
Lian Sheng nodded.
Expressed gratitude for his thoughtfulness.
Doctor said: "Our prosthesis is based on neural connection, using technology similar to sensor mechs, linking it with your arm. This requires connection while your nerves are still active. After your injury, already stranded in Gelen district for nearly twenty hours, couldn't wait for you to be sent back to the Alliance. So, our people directly brought doctors, came with the Expeditionary Force to rescue, performed surgery on you immediately."
He said: "Your situation was slightly worse than we imagined. When transported over, because too much time passed, below the hand wound, most nerves already necrotic. But luckily, someone helped you intercept the wound first. Upper part, to the shoulder position, basically still retainable. But, considering our prosthesis installation, to maximize guarantee your arm flexibility, allow you to adapt and use faster, after obtaining Colonel Lin's permission, we cut upwards again, and started connecting from near the spine."
"This is also why our product cannot continue promotion, because its requirements are too high," Doctor said. "More fortunately, the surgery was very successful. You are a strong person, also a lucky person. Well done, child."
Lian Sheng asked: "Then when can I adapt to it?"
"This is a slow adaptation process. Rehabilitation will be very painful, but I believe you can adapt," Doctor said. "If you can get used to it, believe me, it will be better to use than your original arm. Speed, strength, endurance, this is a very great invention."
Lian Sheng heard him speak mysteriously, smiled: "Then did I gain blessing from misfortune?"
Doctor also smiled: "Who knows? If you can reach the end point it is, if you cannot it isn't. For most people, probably not."
Lian Sheng: "If it is a tangible path, I am never afraid I cannot reach the end point. Just hope it can be as good as you say."
Doctor stood up: "Rest well. We will come check anytime. Please continue not moving, no movements at all. Arm area cannot scratch itch; if uncomfortable anywhere, call nurse."
Lian Sheng looked at the ceiling, calmly: "I know, thank you."
He walked to the door, stopped again: "Your mother is a very great person; I respect her very much. Even though deep down she hoped you would lose your arm because of this, then retire home, yet still overcame her selfishness, using various methods, hoping you can continue here realizing your long-cherished wish. I think people are very contradictory, especially parents' hearts. Don't want to see you injured, yet don't want to see you despairing. But when gambling, she always loses. She is already a very lonely person; hope when you are being a hero, can also occasionally be selfish for her. Respectable soldier."
Lian Sheng was silent for a moment: "Thank you."
The doctor pulled open the door and came out. The few people outside the door looked up, peering through the door crack inside.
The doctor moved aside slightly, closed the door amusedly.
The soundproofing here was very good; their voices weren't loud either. How could they possibly hear.
Zhao Zhuoluo whispered: "She..."
Doctor said: "Changed prosthesis, currently recovering. Don't disturb her for now, preventing emotional fluctuations."
That speculation finally confirmed, felt not just Lian Sheng's arm was cut off, a wave of pain also spread from their shoulders.
Ji Ban asked: "Then can she still pilot mechs?"
Doctor smiled: "Possibility actually not very high, but having hope is always better than no hope. At least she can have a goal to strive for, rather than just being bewildered, right?"
He nodded slightly, left first.
When the warship arrived at Alliance 29th District, Lian Sheng was pushed into the hospital first.
First few days, isolated from outside world, preventing any infection. Including Ms. Lin Lie.
And during initial recovery, Lian Sheng could truly remain completely motionless.
The doctor invited by the Research Institute followed her throughout, monitoring her condition. He was also very surprised. He had already prepared to take coercive measures, yet Lian Sheng didn't need them at all. But thinking about the requirement to remain motionless for several days, he himself suspected what inhumane experiment he was conducting.
Strong mental power, self-control, or her firm will.
Although the arm was severed, she was truly striving to compensate, believing in the future.
Three days later, Lian Sheng could finally sit up and move, but still not allowed large movements.
The doctor brought her some tools, letting her start arm rehabilitation.
However, the arm wasn't as magical as the doctor said. Lian Sheng couldn't even control it well. After lifting it, couldn't even hold a spoon properly. The entire arm trembled constantly.
If that were all, it would still be fine. But whenever Lian Sheng wanted to use her left arm, her entire back and the left shoulder connection point were assailed by needle-like stabbing pain, alternating with waves of soreness, numbness, and weakness. In less than half an hour, she was already drenched in sweat.
"This is a slow adaptation process, don't rush. Follow the schedule I designed," the doctor comforted her. "You will accept it."
Lin Lie came over to take care of her.
Initially no progress at all. Lin Lie stood aside, watching her calmly.
Lian Sheng struggled to restrain her irritation and impulse, followed the schedule step by step for rehabilitation.
Lian Sheng said: "I thought I was a genius, could learn anything quickly."
She stared at her hand: "Hmm... it exceeded my imagination."
Lin Lie said: "You focus on it too much; recovery speed is already very good. At times like this, don't think about reaching the heavens in one step, Ms. Lian Sheng."
Lian Sheng: "Then how many steps?"
Lin Lie said: "Find the answer yourself."
Lian Sheng thus attributed her clumsiness to the left hand's inherent inflexibility. At least she could now flip black and white pieces.
As they were having a not-so-warm family exchange, Hundred Meter Flying Dagger brought people over to visit, calling her out.
The two parent-like older figures went out to talk, leaving the young soldiers to file in.
Several people weren't wearing military uniforms, completely crowding the hospital room.
Everyone looked at her appearance, sighing.
Lian Sheng pushed aside the things on the table: "Only coming now? Visiting the sick without bringing gifts? Didn't bring before, still don't bring now."
Fang Jianchen said: "You can't eat random things now anyway, what else to bring?"
Lian Sheng: "Thoughtfulness."
Cornell stood behind several people. He had dyed his hair black, also tanned his skin slightly darker. Importantly, he started growing a beard; Lian Sheng didn't recognize him at first.
Lian Sheng stared for a while, nodded: "Effect not bad, keep it up."
Cornell pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile.
Everyone was stunned, then collectively shivered.
Cornell: "..."
"Nothing, nothing," Lian Sheng waved her hand. "How are you? Need to change name? What's your identity in the Alliance now?"
Cornell said: "Re-entered establishment, but no need to change name. Cornell already accidentally injured during 3rd District internal strife; joint team personnel also left quickly. Many people named Cornell in this world, one more me doesn't matter."
Lian Sheng: "Right, right. Very good, otherwise I wouldn't be used to you suddenly changing name either."
Cornell said: "Thank you."
Lian Sheng: "Hey, great kindness needs no thanks, understand? Just remember it in your heart, don't be so superficial saying thank you."
Everyone: "..."
Ji Ban asked: "Lian Sheng, how long do you still have to stay here? When can you come back? Half a year okay?"
"No, I asked. After one month, if recovery is good, I don't need to go to rehab center anymore; daily application habits will be enough," Lian Sheng touched her chin. "Suddenly remembered, actually I'm from the Command Department."
Ji Ban asked: "Then do you want to transfer to the Command Department? Actually, speaking truly, practical command experience, you seem to have quite a bit already. Look, you participated in every major battle."
"No, let's see later, see how my hand situation is. But I don't plan to retire to the second line yet. At my age and experience retiring to the second line, really can only stay at the bottom of the second line," Lian Sheng said. "How are you guys?"
Zhao Zhuoluo: "Temporarily on leave, take missions again after some time. But recently, Gelen internal various rectifications and internal strife, we still need to be on standby anytime."
Several people avoided the hand issue, chatted about other things.
Like who from Alliance University achieved what merit rank promotion, like the situation among junior students. Also, Sanyao masses specially opened a memorial thread in the forum recalling her and summoning her return.
...Lian Sheng felt her current state was largely due to the backlash from the Sanyao masses' collective will.
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger and Lin Lie sat on a row of chairs at the end of the corridor.
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger sighed: "Sorry. I let her accept an action full of danger, yet lacking feasibility."
Lin Lie said: "No. Nothing. Should be me saying sorry. Her stubbornness put you in difficulty. Things she decides, no one can stop."
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger looked at her: "Although you are her mother, saying this might be strange. But, truly thank you very much for your support towards her."
Lin Lie chuckled lightly: "No, I didn't want to support her. Hearing her hand was injured, undeniably, I had thoughts of relief. Although I asked Director Liu to connect a neural prosthesis for her, but I thought maybe she couldn't persevere, not impossible right? Might be very painful short term, but as long as gave up, slowly she would accept new life."
Lin Lie said: "But look at her now, she will persevere. Let alone giving up, she doesn't even know compromise or retreat."
The two were silent for a moment.
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "I heard you recently are doing..."
"Yes, I'm doing Jiugong's modification plan. Research Institute willing to approve my leave. Haven't taken leave for many years; accumulated, I have a long period of free time," Lin Lie said. "I do mech research, weapon R&D. Jiugong is technology from decades ago; most outdated is its weapons. No one understands better than me. As for mech details and structural modification, Mr. Ji said he's willing to come help me."
Lin Lie said: "Look, friends Lian Sheng made, friends are very important. I think she doesn't regret losing an arm."
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger: "But Jiugong, now Jiugong, do you still want to continue developing? For Lian Sheng to use?"
Lin Lie: "Cannot? I need partial funding assistance from military department. Oh right, haven't had chance to thank military department for paying Lian Sheng's medical expenses."
Hundred Meter Flying Dagger said: "No, just curious asking. Since Jiugong's usage rights already transferred, then you have the right to perform related modifications on it."
"Mr. Ji expressed great understanding of my feelings, said nothing crazy, just go do it, he will support me," Lin Lie said. "Miracles sometimes can also be man-made, whether pipe dream, only know after doing."
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