"Do you have any?" The black clinic doctor was taken aback, almost adding another wound to Long Yuehong.

Although he had already judged from their appearance, temperament, height, and weapons that these people were somewhat extraordinary and best not to offend, he didn't expect them to even have a mechanical arm.

This wasn't a common piece of military equipment like a grenade launcher or an automatic rifle; it was strictly controlled, and the supply was limited.

"Don't open your mouth rashly, we're in the middle of surgery!" Jiang Baimian glared at Shang Jianyao, stopping him from continuing.

The black clinic doctor calmed himself down and said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Do I look like someone who can transplant mechanical arms?"

He had never attempted such a high-precision operation.

Bai Chen immediately followed up with a question:

"There are black workshops on Antana Street that can transplant mechanical arms, you should know where they are."

The black clinic doctor continued his work, muttering:

"They might not take the job. Here, I'll have my assistant take you there. Talk it over as soon as possible and connect directly, to avoid extra damage from multiple surgeries.

"But without an assistant, the surgery will be delayed. I'm not a Ruling Sage, I can't do the work of two people alone."

"I'll help you." Jiang Baimian took the initiative to step forward, taking over the assistant's job. "Xiao Bai, you and Wei follow him."

She had originally planned to only have Shang Jianyao "visit" the black workshop, but she was afraid that he would act impulsively and mess things up, so she had Bai Chen accompany him.

As for herself, she naturally had to stay here and keep an eye on things, to prevent the doctor from causing trouble.

In short, this was a plan to keep both sides at sufficient combat strength as much as possible.

Once Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen left through the front door with the black clinic doctor's assistant, Jiang Baimian completely focused her attention on the surgery.

Such a major surgery would take several hours to complete.

The black clinic doctor chatted idly while working:

"You don't seem like people from the city defense force."

"If we were from the city defense force, we wouldn't be looking for you." Jiang Baimian said calmly.

The black clinic doctor glanced at the Fika biological agent placed beside him:

"Your emergency injection is excellent, where is it produced?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to buy it." Jiang Baimian's answer was watertight.

The black clinic doctor hesitated for a moment and said:

"If possible, could you leave one behind? As partial payment."

"We'll talk about it later." Jiang Baimian didn't give a definite answer.

The black clinic doctor took the scalpel she handed him and said with a smile:

"You didn't even tell me to shut up. In the past, when I performed surgery on others, people next to me would be unhappy even if I cracked a joke."

"Being able to chat and joke means the surgery hasn't had any accidents, you have everything under control, and you're confident in doing it well." Jiang Baimian not only had real-world experience but was also influenced by a lot of Old World entertainment materials.

The black clinic doctor nodded in appreciation:

"I admire an intelligent woman like you.

"Well, barring any accidents, there shouldn't be any problem saving him. How well he lives depends on the Ruling Sage's mood and your preparations."

...

After leaving the black clinic and walking towards the Antana Street area, Bai Chen reminded Shang Jianyao:

"Those who can do mechanical arm transplants are not simple. They must have a considerable force behind them, and may even have strong support. If there's a conflict, things will become very troublesome and may affect Xiao Hong's surgery."

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"I know."

The doctor's assistant leading the way ahead glanced back at them and muttered to himself:

They know quite a bit...

--"Old Task Force" is currently disguised as Red River people, deliberately not using the Ashlands language.

Bai Chen continued:

"Whether it succeeds or not, we have to make 'friends' with the person we meet."

When the city was still under martial law, those who could produce mechanical arms were definitely not ordinary people, and they would inevitably arouse suspicion.

If the people from the black workshop reported them, the "Old Task Force" might not be redeemed by "Pangu Biology."

Therefore, "making friends" was a necessary insurance, and moreover, if they made "friends," the other party might agree to do the mechanical arm transplant.

"No problem." Shang Jianyao agreed very quickly, showing that he thought so too.

The doctor's assistant leading the way ahead muttered again:

Can you just make friends with anyone?

He didn't dare to ask and led Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen through the streets twice before arriving at a seemingly ordinary street-side shop.

Inside the shop, an old man with a light golden beard was holding a tool, using a head-mounted magnifying glass to repair an Old World mechanical watch.

The doctor's assistant didn't disturb him until he put down his work.

He looked up at the doctor and asked:

"Conley, who are they?"

"Customers who want to have a mechanical arm transplant." The doctor's assistant, Conley, didn't say that he was being coerced.

Although there wasn't a hard object pressing against his waist, he always felt like a gun was pointed at him.

The old man with the light golden beard frowned:

"Mechanical arms are all pre-ordered. You came suddenly, so there definitely aren't any."

Shang Jianyao immediately said:

"We have our own preparations."

The old man was silent for a while, seeming quite hesitant:

"What model is it? I'm afraid I can't do it.

"Our small workshop only knows how to transplant a few models."

"T1 model." Shang Jianyao answered frankly.

"T1 model?" The old man's eyes lit up noticeably.

It was clear that he was very interested in this model of mechanical arm.

He considered it and said:

"Who needs the transplant?"

"An injured person." Bai Chen replied simply.

The old man wasn't surprised by this answer because the one who led the way was Conley, the assistant of the black clinic doctor in front.

He thought for a few seconds:

"The patient can be sent over after the surgery. Our equipment isn't easy to move."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao smiled. "Look: we have a mechanical arm, you do mechanical arm transplants; we were introduced by the doctor, you and the doctor are acquaintances; so..."

The old man stood up and extended his right hand with a smile:

"Don't worry, as long as the reward is sufficient, we're friends."

Conley was stunned on the side.

The conversation just now made his head spin, and he didn't understand what it meant at all.

Then, Shang Jianyao turned to him and smiled.

On the way out of the black workshop and back to the clinic, Bai Chen suddenly said with emotion:

"Xiao Hong is quite lucky."

The first black clinic doctor they found could complete such a major surgery, and the first black workshop they were introduced to was interested in the T1 mechanical arm, willing to take the order, reducing the risk of being exposed while "making friends."

"It seems he's been saving up his luck." Shang Jianyao said very sincerely.

...

In the area behind the black clinic, after Conley had completely taken over, Jiang Baimian retreated back to Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen.

She briefly asked about what had happened and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Not bad."

Then, she asked:

"How many ore did they want?"

Bai Chen was stunned for a moment:

"Didn't ask."

Doesn't the team leader have any idea how much ore the team has left?

She thought the team leader was going to use a gun to "pay the bill."

The black workshop would indeed be a bit troublesome. They definitely have a considerable force behind them, but hasn't the team already made friends? Write an IOU first, and then let the company's intelligence network raise money to pay the bill.

This should count as a work-related injury, right? Can it be reimbursed?

As an employee who had joined "Pangu Biology" for a little over a year, Bai Chen had become proficient in terms such as "work-related injury" and "reimbursement" due to being influenced by what she had seen and heard.

Jiang Baimian took a breath:

"It shouldn't be cheap..."

"Yeah, yeah." Shang Jianyao deeply agreed.

The black clinic doctor who was performing the surgery heard their discussion and quickly said:

"I won't charge you for the surgery fee, but you have to pay for the equipment, medicine, and blood consumption. Two hundred ore is the bare minimum. The transplant there is estimated to cost five or six hundred ore.

"If you don't have enough money, you can use these emergency injections to offset the cost."

The reason why he kept talking to Jiang Baimian earlier wasn't just because chatting with a beautiful woman was physically and mentally pleasurable for men, which helped maintain his state, but also because he was taking the opportunity to feel out the other party's personality and attitude, so that he could adapt to the situation later.

Although Jiang Baimian was tight-lipped and didn't reveal any information, the doctor had already discovered that these people didn't seem like ruthless bandits who would kill at the slightest disagreement, so he dared to be bold and demand payment.

Anyone who could survive for so long in Antana Street was shrewd, right?

Of course, those with absolute strength were an exception.

"Almost eight hundred ore in total..." Jiang Baimian was a little embarrassed.

After a period of only spending and not earning, they didn't have much operating money left.

...

Red Giants Zone, at the Senate.

The remaining senators had not yet been allowed to leave.

Inspector Alexander saw his daughter Galoran return and asked in a deep voice:

"How is Master Zenna Gaa?"

"Not too good." Galoran shook her head.

Alexander was about to arrange for the best doctors to treat him when one of the Reformist senators' phones rang.

After the senator answered the phone, he heard the person on the other end report:

"Found Asues."

--Gaius went elsewhere to complete the most important cleanup work, and this senator was responsible for this place.

"Where?" the senator asked anxiously.

"In an apartment near the bridge, together with Christina of the Hunter's Guild." The other side explained in detail, "They are all dead, killed by the city defense force."

"City defense force?" The Reformist senator was quite surprised. "Which elite team did it?"

Asues and Christina weren't weaklings.

ps: Only one chapter today