This person looks very serious, like a leader who doesn’t smile.

He stood just behind Grandpa Luo, watching from outside the door, his hands behind his back, as the old man comforted his granddaughter with a smile, "It doesn’t hurt. Soon Grandpa will have healthy hands."

The little granddaughter’s eyes were teary, "It’s okay if it hurts. Brother said crying a little will make it better."

The doctor laughed, "Your grandpa said it doesn’t hurt, so why would you make him cry."

"Because when adults say it doesn’t hurt, it actually hurts; they like to lie."

Everyone: They can’t refute it; you could even say it’s reasonable.

The mechanical limbs covered the entire arm, invading the body to establish neural connections; this was the most painful part.

Grandpa Luo also forced a smile, not daring to let his granddaughter down.

"Does it really not hurt?" The little granddaughter blinked her innocent eyes, full of disbelief. She had heard others say that all prosthetics hurt a bit to use; was it true not all prosthetics were like that?

"It doesn’t hurt." Grandpa Luo was sweating from the pain, clenching his teeth and enduring it. The little pricking pain was like ants burrowing into his heart, a hundred times more intense than ordinary pain.

It was indeed intense; the sensation was infinitely magnified.

Fortunately, the process wasn’t very long. Once the mechanical arm completely covered the area, it was fine.

"Alright, move it a bit," the doctor said.

Grandpa Luo lifted his arm and moved it as instructed, surprised at how it truly moved, and felt even stronger than his own arm.

"Wow, Grandpa, can I touch it?"

Grandpa Luo immediately extended his hand to his granddaughter.

His granddaughter squeezed Grandpa’s palm with her tender hand, finding it very smooth, warm, and soft. It didn’t feel like it was fake; it was amazing.

"Sister Su is really awesome." The granddaughter had met Su Xiaocai before, and was especially impressed with her, knowing the mechanical limbs were a technological product developed by Su Xiaocai. She greatly admired her, and even her own brother worked in her factory.

The doctor asked Grandpa Luo to do several training exercises, finding no sense of stiffness, indicating the quality of the mechanical limb was up to standard. "The hospital doesn’t cover after-sales service, but the mechanical limbs are insured. Keep the receipts safe for future quality issues, so you can return them to the factory for repairs."

Grandpa Luo nodded, "Okay, do I need to take any medication?"

The doctor waved his hand: "No need." He added with a reminder, "But you can eat more food to help the nerves connect better. But listen carefully, I said eat more, not binge eat. Balance your nutrition, eat less but more frequently, understand?" He was afraid some people would take the doctor’s words as gospel and eat excessively.

Sometimes doctors didn’t dare to tell patients to eat more, at most advising them what not to eat.

They feared encouraging patients to eat more, only for them to overeat, and if issues arose, they’d be blamed.

Grandpa Luo still knew this. Even if the doctor said eat more, he wouldn’t go all out spending his grandson’s money.

His grandson had finally joined a major factory, wasn’t getting bullied, nor facing any incidents like his father’s false accusations.

Living a good life still shouldn’t mean forgetting one’s roots. Grandpa Luo smiled and said, "Got it, Doctor. I definitely won’t overeat."

This kind of patient made the doctor satisfied, as he wouldn’t misinterpret the doctor’s advice.

The door of the consultation room was open, and only the faint sound of hovering machinery delivering things was present.

The man standing outside watched the movements of the doctor and the old man inside the room, a good-natured smile appearing on his face.

Grandpa Luo smiled back at him, filled with a warm yet distant friendliness between strangers.

When the doctor called for the next patient, the man strode inside, his communication device scanning the hovering machine, which opened its cover to reveal a mechanical limb the size of half a palm.

If one mastered the installation method for mechanical limbs, self-installation wouldn’t be a problem.

But for the first installation, some people feel immense pain, and there can be various unexpected issues with nerve connections, so it’s best to connect under the supervision of a doctor.

The man’s mechanical limb had been custom-made a long time ago, because the incomplete shape was too unique and required some time.

Half a palm mechanical limb had higher manufacturing costs than losing an entire palm.

Bai Fu didn’t want to easily muddle through; after adjustments up to now, his mechanical limb was finally complete.

The man’s mechanical limb installation process was very smooth. The doctor said he’d been continuously exercising beforehand, letting his body fully prepare.

After installation, he moved his hand, the color of several fingers shifted, perfectly fitting the incomplete area. Viewed externally, except for a green line in the middle of the palm.

It was indistinguishable from a normal person’s hand.

The man marveled, technological innovation was progressing rapidly. Previously, he thought mechanical limbs like this wouldn’t appear for at least another hundred years.

After all, in times of frequent wars, who would focus on creating technology to benefit the disabled?