Lu Xun walked into the dressing room carrying a bag.
He skillfully opened the bag and took out a set of surgical clothes, as well as disguise items like a wig and a mask.
Before long, he had successfully changed his attire.
On the other side, Old Octopus also received a call, saying the "delivery" had arrived at the slaughterhouse gate.
He hurried out to greet his guest and finally got to see the visitor in person.
This was a very burly man, with broad shoulders and a muscular back, towering in height, close to two meters tall;
He was wearing a black suit and even had a mask on his face, leaving only his eyes visible.
After confirming his identity, Old Octopus led the guest into the slaughterhouse.
Soon, the two arrived at the secret clinic.
"Can it really be done today?"
The guest asked in a deep, sonorous voice, handing a plastic bag to Old Octopus as he spoke:
"I have people set up outside this slaughterhouse, let me remind you, if the surgery fails and I die, someone will come to reclaim this money. You can eat all you want, but you'll have to vomit it out!"
"Rest assured, it won't fail." Old Octopus took the plastic bag, eagerly opened it, and his eyes immediately widened.
Inside the bag were 11 pieces of pure black bar-shaped items.
They were neatly shaped, resembling black gold bars.
Each one had "1000g" engraved on it.
"Black Gold?!"
His electronic eye flickered with red and green light, and his ten mechanical fingers trembled with excitement.
This is a type of currency, a special commodity for investment and reserve, and also a rare material for producing prosthetics, manufacturing mecha, electronics, aerospace... many fields.
Not only within the Human Federation, but Black Gold is a hard currency worldwide among all races. Its texture is not only tough, but it also has excellent conductivity for Magic Essence, making it suitable for crafting high-end weapons and magic staffs.
However, due to Black Gold being too precious, it only forms within the Rift, and many people have never seen it in real life.
Old Octopus knows the value; he saw it a few times when he was younger.
"Recently, the price of Black Gold has skyrocketed again, with each gram now worth over ten thousand." The guest said in a low tone, "You don't need to give me change, but if I die on the operating table, my people will storm in and reclaim them."
He once again reminded that "there are people outside," not knowing whether it was mere bluff or serious preparation.
But Old Octopus was no novice either; he pointed to his electronic eye and chuckled to remind the guest:
"My eye has a brainwave alarm feature, the signal sent in just 0.02 seconds. If the surgery succeeds and your people still storm in..."
Implied: Let's conduct business, don't think about double-crossing, or suffer the consequences.
"Humph! I don't have time to mess around with you." The guest snorted, "When does the surgery start? I've been here for several minutes."
"No hurry, do you have any sense? Many civilian-level prosthetic surgeries take ten days to half a month just to prepare the surgical plan.
This is military level, little brother, even if you go to military hospitals, they cannot start so quickly."
Old Octopus replied somewhat helplessly: "Wait for my partner to come."
Anxious like rushing to reincarnate.
A few minutes later.
The door of the waiting room was pushed open, a person with a mask and long hair entered.
"Is this your partner?" The guest gazed from behind the mask at the newcomer.
"Yes, when the surgery starts is up to him."
Old Octopus stood up, picked up the plastic bag, and walked to Lu Xun.
He whispered: "I've verified, it's Black Gold, the purity is fine too."
Lu Xun nodded, turned to the guest, and said in a neutral tone processed by a voice changer: "Give me the remaining prosthetic parts."
The guest nodded, lifted a black box onto the table, input the password with "beep beep beep," and the box opened, revealing its contents.
An entire spine nearly a meter in length came into view.
Made of vertebrae, intervertebral joints, and ligaments, it was not only much longer but also exceptionally large compared to a human spine.
The prosthetic surface had many complicated exposed metal structures attached, creating a subtle fusion of biology and mechanics, possessing a unique aesthetic.
Human technology progresses largely dependent on materials science.
And materials naturally include biological materials!
Lu Xun's gaze was fervent, taking out the cervical vertebrae piece analyzed earlier, gently placing it into the prosthetic opening.
With a "click" sound, the prosthetic automatically assembled, forming a whole.
He forced the restless feelings inside down, trying to appear calm, naturally removing the glove from his right hand, then slowly reaching into the box, gripping the entire spinal prosthetic.
'Analysis!!!'
[Analyzing 1%...5%...10%...100%!]
[Analysis complete!]
[Trait Points +1350!]
[No new Illustrated Guide generated, existing Guide completeness improved!]
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[Guide completeness: 13.2%, branch: Red Orge. Life Level: Special. Part: Spine. Magic Attribute: Fire. Racial Divine Techniques... Lifebound Talent... Year of biological death...]
[Special-level Orge Race Gene detected!]
[Gene compatibility 99.84%, achieving perfect compatibility standard!]
[Guide completeness 13.2%, projection conditions met!]
[Start projection? Yes/No.]
'No.'
Others were watching, not the time to fuse the genes.
"How about it? Confident?" Old Octopus asked from the side.
The guest's gaze was fixated on him too.
Lu Xun looked at the two, nodded, and said:
"It's indeed more complex than civilian-level prosthetics, roughly a four-in-ten chance. But I'll need to study the prosthetic more... give me some time."
Actually, further study was unnecessary; he had thoroughly decoded all the secrets of the "War Ghost Type 8" prosthetic.
As long as the guest's own body was fine, he had a 100% guarantee of implantation success.
But to avoid revealing the existence of the "All-Knowing Right Hand," he needed to hide his skills.
"Four-in-ten chance? You're so sure?" The guest's eyes showed a surprised look.
He had inquired at several underground clinics these days, most prosthetic doctors didn't dare to claim certainty.
Even for those who did, they would report at most only one or two chances.
Hearing Lu Xun confidantly say four-in-ten, he felt pleasantly surprised!
Although there's a 60% probability of dying on the operating table, compared to other clinics, the risk is greatly reduced.
"You do your research first, I'll take him for a full-body checkup, and bring you the results later."
Old Octopus was pleased.
Because they had spent three years together, performing hundreds of surgeries, he gradually grasped some patterns.
If Lu Xun didn't want to do it, he'd straightforwardly say there's no guarantee, and flatly reject.
Whenever he claimed to have a chance, no matter the risk, in the end the surgeries always succeeded.
So.
Old Octopus felt sure: This time was secure!