Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 60 This gift can be rewarded for life

After the core design is perfect, how long does it take to rub a prosthetic limb?

The answer is three days.

Just like interior decoration, the income and status of designers are higher than that of decoration construction teams.

why?

Because thought determines altitude.

Possessing a complete theoretical system of intelligent prosthetics, Wei Ping'an has spent far more effort in pondering the structure than rubbing parts by hand.

If there are some special equipment, Wei Ping'an can even synthesize a lighter prosthetic limb instead of such a heavy thing.

This prosthesis is the simplest.

Bionic prosthetics are divided into wearable prostheses and implantable osseointegrated prostheses.

What Wei Pingan provided to An Zhiyong was a weakened product after deleting a lot of black technology from the wearable prosthesis.

But compared with today's technology, it is no small matter.

It's just that the technology is hidden in the design framework and is not visible.

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

"Anyang, give me a meal at noon, and I'll go to Warehouse No. 6 to find your dad."

"Okay, Master."

In the past few days, the master has buried himself in a bunch of parts, without assembly and integration, and he doesn't know what it is.

In the past, I called the three of myself to the side to explain the work, and occasionally let a few of myself get started. In the past two days, I didn't call myself to listen, so I just fiddled with it.

The wedding of Zhang Baoqiang and Chen Yixiu is on the agenda.

I am also looking for auspicious days these days.

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

Ding Lijun sighed.

Today I have to solve it by myself again.

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

Ding Lijun is now very confident in his craft.

As long as the factory opens the grade assessment, he will definitely be able to get the intermediate fitter grade, and lead a good life with his family.

Therefore, Ding Lijun dared to think about such an expensive matter as getting married.

Warehouse 6.

Wei Pingan came to the guard room with a small bag.

Knocking on the window, An Zhiyong opened the door on crutches.

"Master Wei, come in and sit down."

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

Wei Pingan 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 achievements, so a scientific research department above gave him a chance to be "reborn".

Go to work in the institute.

Work is studied just like Da Wenxi.

It is possible to return to the frontline battlefield.

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

Retiring because of disability only made him more miserable.

An Zhiyong was also in an urgent mood.

But Cui Gang's answer completely chilled him.

The arm is okay, but the imitation and transformation of the leg is hundreds of times more difficult than the arm, which cannot be solved by current technology.

So the blame is only on the bad part of the injury, and An Zhiyong's heart to return to the frontline job was hit.

He was happy that his comrades had the chance to come back, and regretted that he had lost this opportunity.

But the battlefield is so cruel.

He was just lucky to be disabled by the blast. If he was unlucky, he would be blown to pieces just like Captain Zhou, who was alone with the grenade.

On the battlefield, bullets have no eyes.

Either he blocked the bullet hole himself, or other comrades, and there was nothing to complain about.

Blame only my own bad luck.

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

I suffer from insomnia in the middle of the night, and I wake up more decadent and lack of energy, but life must go on, and work must persist.

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

Taking the cigarette that Wei Pingan handed him, even with a filter tip, An Zhiyong just numbly put it in his mouth and lit it with a match.

Wei Pingan didn't care too much, opened the bag, and inside was a bunch of parts, some round, some with gears, some long, and screws and nuts...

Start assembling.

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

Warehouse employees come and go, and his job is to watch the door and watch oversized goods.

"Old An, look, how does this look?"

An Zhiyong turned his head, with a metal leg lying in front of him, it was swarthy, and it looked very...exciting.

"This is……?"

There was a glimmer of expectation in An Zhiyong's heart, but it went out in an instant.

Anyang's master, Ding Potian is a fitter.

Even the research institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences can't do it, and you still count on a small fitter in a rolling mill?

Think too much.

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

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

Mechanical prosthetics.

Because the technology has been cut a lot, Wei Pingan is also embarrassed to call the word smart.

"what?"

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

Then he supported the corner of the table, turned his head, and there was a strong impulse in his eyes.

"This one……"

"Take two steps and try!"

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

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

But Wei Pingan doesn't need it.

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

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

Moreover, he is bold and has no hesitation.

He was just stimulated last night, how could walking upright have a greater impact on him than falling down a few times.

Afraid of a bird.

An Zhiyong walked around in the reception room for three or five times, and immediately grasped the leg.

There is really no difference.

No, more powerful than real, more aggressive.

Push open the door and stride out.

Under the sun, An Zhiyong squinted his eyes, and the expression of the former deputy section chief An gradually returned, and the aura of a veteran of many battles appeared on him.

"dad!"

Not far away came a cry of horror mixed with a hint of surprise.

There is also the sound of the lunch box falling to the ground.

Wei Pingan frowned.

"The lunch between your father and your master is just wasted by you kid."

Two 10 minutes later.

Three people sat around the center of the guard room.

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

An Zhiyong's appetite whetted his appetite, and he swallowed two steamed buns in two or three bites.

Better than the previous state of the military.

Only when you have lost it, you will know how precious it is to cherish and possess.

It is an idiom that has been passed down for thousands of years to find it after losing it.

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

Wei Pingan was left alive.

"In the future, you will not be an ordinary person."

"Ok?"

"After you get used to it completely, who can resist you kicking it? This is a steel machine that can cause tons of damage to people..."

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

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

This is not as simple as giving yourself a leg, but giving yourself a second life.

Wei Ping'an, a little master, is almost like a reinvention to himself.

Anyang watched quietly from the side.

I am very clear about the character of my father.

In the future, whenever someone speaks ill of the master, the first one who dares to speak out will be his father.

Uncle Cui Gang and his father were comrades-in-arms, and his father dared to carry a submachine gun and plunge into hundreds of enemies just to save people.

In the current situation, if it is a master who has an accident, it is probably not too much.

"Yes, of course."

Wei Pingan nodded: "However, due to the lack of materials, daily life will definitely be fine. If you are willing, I will equip you with two spare legs after you are familiar with it, so as not to delay your continued work in the security department. "

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

(End of this chapter)