The difficulty in connecting the left arm is the mismatch between the mechanical prosthesis and the body.

To put it bluntly, the diameter of the prosthetic arm is larger than that of Marvin's original arm, and it is a whole circle larger.

This is what makes Laird the most headache.

"Is there no way to solve it?"

"If there is, there is, it is very troublesome, and with the current situation, it cannot be implemented."

Jiangxi Lin's eyebrows were hooked into a ball.

"Tell me?"

"Insert metal rings on the shoulders to increase the cross-sectional area of ​​the arm."

Jiangxi Lin: "…"

Where will he find metal rings that increase the cross-sectional area now?

Moreover, the metal that can be directly implanted into flesh and blood is definitely not ordinary steel.

He is in debt of 300 gold shields now, so he still has money to pay for Ma Wen to make up those things.

"Can't you forcefully load it?"

"Forcibly installing... is not impossible, it will greatly weaken the upper limit of the mechanical prosthesis."

After all, if the interface is not paired, it will form a weak section in the physical sense.

“How much will it be weakened?”

This is what Jiangxi Lin is more concerned about. After all, he is not here to bring warmth.

Jiangxi Lin asked Marvin to stand up, so Marvin must let Lurisy Gard and Camons lie down forever.

This is the value he can be selected by Jiangxi Lin.

If the power is weakened too much and Marvin cannot fulfill his mission, then wouldn’t his three hundred golden shields be wasted?

Laird frowned and pondered for a while,

"It's 30% to 50%!"

"Will it be weakened so much?"

Jiangxilin was a little surprised by this data. If the fifth floor is weakened, then Marvin will face Lulisie Gard and Camons alone, and the winning side will be very low.

"This is a conservative estimate, at least 30% or 50% at most."

Laird answered with a firm tone.

Jiangxi Lin was silent for a while and decided to put his arm on first.

"You can answer it, let's talk about it first, let him find a way to solve it by himself."

"Are you sure you answer?"

"Confirm, take it!"

Jiangxi Lin waved his hand impatiently.

It’s not that I feel impatient with Laird, but that I feel annoyed by the various troubles I encounter.

"All right."

Laird nodded and turned around and walked into the shed.

...

The iron plates that were originally used as the gate of the shed were moved aside, and the steel plates covering the top were also moved aside.

The skylight shines in, making the interior of the shed brighter than ever before.

Of course, it is also unprecedentedly cold.

Marvin was lying under the skylight opened by Laird.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, and the bed sheets and quilts around him were covered with scarlet blood.

And on his originally broken limbs, both legs and right arm had metal mechanical prostheses attached.

The connection between the prosthetic limbs and the flesh is tightly wrapped with white cotton cloth, and blood is leaching out of some parts.

"Are you cold? Do you want me to increase the fire a little longer?"

"Need not."

With his eyes open and looking at the sky without blinking, Ma Wen calmly responded to his wife's concern.

In the past, he only thought about how to die, but now, he found that he needed to consider more.

"Okay, if you are cold, you must tell me. Don't think too much now. You will stand up soon. Life can always recover slowly."

Recover?

Can it be recovered?

He briefly reviewed his experience of bedridden for the past month. His life may get better in the future, but he will definitely not be able to return what he has lost.

"Why don't you leave!"

Ma Wen asked calmly.

He wanted to point at the guy who arranged his life to curse his mother, and wanted to question him, since he had already lost so much, why not be more straightforward and let him lose everything.

In this way, he no longer has to think about what his wife should do in the future, nor has he had to bear the pain that was like a soul tearing.

“Where to go?”

The wife stood up from the stove.

"The place you go every afternoon."

The wife did not answer.

The dilapidated shed was left with only the slight sound of coal burning.

...

...

Laird bowed his head and returned to the shed.

Although he felt that the atmosphere in the shed seemed a little heavy, he ignored it and went straight to Marvin's bedside, picked up the knife and pliers, and said:

"I will now attach your left arm. What I need to explain to you is that the left arm provided to you by Mr. Xilin is very strong, and has exceeded the scope of ordinary prosthetic limbs and has reached the level of extraordinary transformation."

As he said that, Laird gently cut Marvin's healed skin.

Bright red blood gushed out like a spring.

Because of the pain, Marvin's expression had been twisted into a ball, but he clenched his teeth without making any sound.

I could only hear the voice of the craftsman who was helping him with physical contact again:

"But because the prosthesis does not match you, after you have been connected, you cannot fully exert the power of this left arm. Even long-term use may cause irreversible damage to your body."

"Yes, is there any way to solve this impact?"

Ma Wen endured the pain and squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

"Just find a professional institution and just implant an alloy ring on your shoulder."

Laird said without any impact on his opponent's actions.

It is hard to imagine that the rough man who opened a blacksmith shop in Shuita District, Dongting City had such a careful and steady side.

...

Time was spent by Marvin gritting his teeth and counting slowly.

Finally, after two hours of uninterrupted surgery, Laird successfully connected his mechanical left arm to Marvin.

"Now all your prosthetics have been removed. After two days of initial healing, you can start trying to control them. Of course, if you still have money, you can go to Chenhui Monastery to ask a priest to help you speed up your recovery."

Laird said while bandaging the wound.

"Thanks."

Marvin smiled at Laird sincerely in a tone.

This is also the first time that he smiled after something happened in his life.

"No need to thank me."

Laird held a cotton towel and gently wiped the surgical tools.

"I'm just for the favor that Mr. Xilin promised me."

Marvin's smile slowly froze.

How long has it been since the accident happened to me?

More than a month?
To be continued...