Chapter 2684 The first person to eat crabs

All the blood gathered on the fingertips in an instant, and veins appeared on the back of the hand, becoming extremely tight.

It's hard to even open my fingers.

Mo Nanjue's head hung slightly in pain, blood surged in his chest, and the fishy-sweet smell kept rising. The man couldn't stop choking, and he leaned sideways and leaned against the door frame.

Her delicate forehead was pressed against the cold door, but her body was still extremely hot.

This feeling was unfamiliar yet familiar to him. The muscles in his arms were beating non-stop, thudding and twitching, following the rhythm of his eyebrows. It seemed that something was about to burst out of his body and was tearing his body apart.

nerve.

Mo Nanjue knew that the neurological actuator was failing.

A replacement and adjustment period of four and a half to five years...

This thing is embedded in his limbs. It is Chen An's theoretical improvement and deepening of auxiliary limbs. It is more demanding than prosthetics and other things, and the replacement time is very particular. If it is not replaced in time, or is delayed, the consequences are unpredictable.

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The installation of the neural actuator was originally an attempt and challenge. Mo Nanjue was the first person to try it. Although there were too many unknowns after the installation, he couldn't do it because it was the only way to continue his life.

Without this, he would definitely be paralyzed by now, or even... dead.

Luo Xiao was right about one thing, he was indeed suffering from an incurable disease.

Mo Wenbin is a good example. In those years, the Mo family spent a lot of money to hire doctors to treat the disease. There were doctors all over the world, but they were all helpless.

When the implant was first inserted, the pain was severe. It took Mo Nanjue more than two years to gradually get used to it.

With the maintenance drugs developed by Chen An, he was no different from ordinary people by the end of the fourth year. Although the recommended adaptation period was six years, Mo Nanjue always insisted that he would come back as soon as he could stand up.

The two years of rest and recuperation in between also had a big impact.

The man in black did not dare to touch him easily and squatted beside him, "Young Master..."

He took out his cell phone and was about to make a call. Mo Nanjue shook his head slightly and kept that posture without moving. Every word was squeezed out through his teeth, "Let me... slow down a moment."

"But young master, what if..."

Mo Nanjue's handsome face was covered with sweat. He closed his eyes lightly and pursed his thin lips in a sharp arc. The man in black did not dare to speak anymore. In fact, he also knew that even if he called the doctor now,

It's no use either.

No chance.

This cannot be treated by an ordinary hospital, otherwise... the young master wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Mo Nanjue leaned back motionless, the blood on the tips of his fingers receding little by little. The man frowned, his painful shoulders curled up uncontrollably and trembled.

Now that it's time to replace the neurological actuators in his limbs, they will begin to produce rejection and side effects, just like when they were first installed.

The man in black saw that his eyebrows were about to bleed, and he was anxious but helpless. He stood up and said, "Young Master, I'll get you a glass of warm water."

The man in black turned around and ran into the corridor. When he came back with the glass, he saw that the man had already stood up.

One of Mo Nanjue's shoulders was still leaning against the wall. His handsome face was pale and bloodless. He made a fist with his right hand slowly, supported the wall and straightened up.

The man in black threw away the water glass and rushed over to support him, "Young Master?"

Mo Nanjue stood for a few minutes. The dizziness gradually disappeared, the beating in his arms stopped, and his strength came back bit by bit until all of it came back.
Chapter completed!