"Senior Torres, I'm back. How is the patient's condition?"

Manolin pushed open the door of the clinic and said to Torres.

"I just checked and the patient is in good condition."

Torres, who was writing and drawing, said without looking up.

Manolin saw what Torres was writing and asked curiously: "Senior Torres, what are you writing?"

Torres still didn't look up.

"Patient medical records. All patients need to be recorded to facilitate future follow-up visits and references. This should have been taught in the freshman year..."

Torres paused, and he remembered that Manolin was a guy who changed his career halfway.

Torres realized the embarrassment of the topic now, and quickly changed the subject: "Uh, what did you buy when you went out?"

"I bought a lot of things. Please help me move them back."

Manolin and Torres went back and forth several times before moving Manolin's things into the clinic hall.

"Manolin, what did you buy? Why are they so heavy?"

Torres, who was panting with exhaustion, complained to Manolin. Torres, who had not exercised for many years, was exhausted after just moving a few boxes.

"Senior Torres, your physical fitness is not good!"

"Look, I moved more than twice as much as you and I am not tired at all."

Manolin patted Torres, and Torres staggered.

Torres was not annoyed by being patted. He looked at Manolin with some envy and said: "Look at your physical fitness, what level of extraordinary profession are you?"

"Uh..., I just became an extraordinary person, and I am still level one."

Manolin said vaguely.

In the Elliot Federation, all extraordinary professionals need to go to a specific place to register.

And extraordinary professionals like Manolin who are not registered are strictly "black households", and they will be in some trouble if they are found by the department that manages extraordinary professionals.

There are two reasons why he did not register.

One is that his extraordinary professional mechanic was given by the system, and he has no master at all. It is impossible for a person to become a professional out of thin air, and he cannot explain the source of his extraordinary knowledge.

If this reason is a small matter, then the second reason is the main reason why Manolin does not want to register.

He is a time traveler, who knows if this world has discovered his means.

Especially since he is still very weak, he dare not hang around in front of those magic professionals who may discover his specialness.

Torres blew the tea and said to Manolin: "You can become a professional, even if it is the lowest level professional, which has surpassed many ordinary people like me."

"Like me since that incident happened..."

"Like my junior brother, who has not given up the perseverance of training even for several years, I admire him very much."

Manolin was still embarrassed by Torres' praise and admiration.

His extraordinary professional mechanic was given by the system.

And the upgrade was just that he read medical books for a few days, treated a few patients, and completed a few system tasks. It has nothing to do with words like hard work and perseverance.

And there is a reason why Torres, a recognized genius in the school, did not become a professional.

Although Torres didn't say it, Manolin actually knew the whole story.

A few years ago, several medical schools of universities jointly launched a [Doctor] career project.

The purpose was to create an extraordinary profession [Doctor].

Creating an extraordinary profession is a very difficult thing. It can be said that the right time, right place, and right people are all indispensable.

At that time, many extraordinary professionals and medical masters related to treatment participated in this project.

Torres, as a medical genius, also participated in the project as a volunteer.

Later, I don't know what happened, and the experiment of promoting volunteers to [Doctor] failed.

Once such an experiment to create a new extraordinary profession fails, there will be great sequelae for those who try to promote to a new extraordinary profession.

The most common sequelae is the difficulty in promoting other professions.

Torres has been unable to promote to [Potion Master] for this reason.

...

Manolin didn't want to talk about these topics anymore, so he changed the subject.

"I've been too busy lately and don't have time to cook, so I bought a few boxes of canned food and prepared to eat."

Manolin also opened a box filled with tin cans.

"These cans are all high-end products from the Jorgwells factory. Even the officers of the navy order goods from it. How about we open two cans and try them at noon today?"

Although Torres was somewhat tempted, he was obviously still interested in high-end canned food, but in the end he refused.

"No, II have to go back to take care of the children at noon."

Manolin saw that Torres refused because of the children, so he did not persuade him.

...

After he and Torres checked the wounded in the clinic again, Torres asked to leave.

"You stay here for a while, I'll be back soon."

Manolin climbed to the third floor after asking Torres to wait for him in the lobby for a while.

He found a robot model he made to practice the [Metal Control] ability from the locker under the workbench.

The model is 15 cm high, made of all metal, and the whole body is not painted.

Because it was made with the [Metal Control] ability, he "stole" a lot of weight, making the model not too heavy.

Manolin stood the model on the workbench. At this time, if there was someone in the original world who saw this model, he would definitely recognize it.

Yes, Manolin made The robot model he made is the Transformer Optimus Prime, which is well-known to everyone in the world.

These things made by Manolin are all his free time.

If he wants to sell them, these things have many defects and some are not presentable.

Moreover, he has no channels, and it feels a bit wasteful to melt them directly with his ability.

However, these things are not bad for children as toys, which is a good way to recycle waste.

He put the model and two cans of beef in a brown paper bag and handed it to Torres.

"Here, this is my gift for your son. "

Torres was about to refuse when Manolin pushed him out of the clinic. He was exhausted from taking care of the patients these two days and didn't want to exchange pleasantries with Torres.

After sending Torres away, Manolin was not idle either.

The mechanical prosthesis agreed with John was about to be delivered, and he didn't want to break his promise.

Except for eating two cans of food and taking a break at noon, Manolin was busy all day.

It was not until late at night when he checked the conditions of all the patients that he had time to rest.

"Oh, I feel like my legs have become thinner from running all day. "

Manolin complained while pounding his legs.

Today, he was running back and forth between the workshop and the clinic. Even with his enhanced body, he couldn't stand it.

Another reason why Manolin was so tired was that he had cleaned up a room on the second floor of the clinic and prepared to use it as an operating room.

Not to mention that John, the big money man, had no place to perform prosthetic transplant surgery tomorrow, but yesterday, so many patients came at once and had no place to treat them, so he had to expand the scope of the clinic's work area.

As the clinic was almost on track, Manolin also thought about hiring some people to help.

Now Manolin didn't have much time to worry about it. Since he was short of money, it was not a problem to hire a few people.

However, it was a bit difficult for Manolin to recruit people there.

In his ideal life, the recruited personnel did not require certain medical knowledge, but at least they should treat patients seriously and responsibly.

In his previous life, Manolin was a wage earner and had no experience in recruiting workers.

The original owner did recruit workers before he went bankrupt, but Manolin did not dare to believe the original owner's memory given his ability to quickly bankrupt a large company.

...

The next day, Manolin made a cup of coffee as usual and drank it slowly behind the counter.

"Doctor Manolin, my brother is awake, please go over and take a look. "

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old ran up to Manolin and said excitedly.

The boy's name is Fords. He is the younger brother of Fordlo, the youngest and most seriously injured of the four seriously injured patients.

Manolin was also very surprised to hear the news, because Fordlo was the last of the four seriously injured patients to wake up.

The other three seriously injured patients woke up one after another yesterday.

Manolin had to sigh that the physical fitness of the people in the other world was really strong. Not only did they survive such a serious injury, but they also recovered consciousness so quickly, which made him call it outrageous.

After waking up, Fordlo was fed some warm water by Fords and fell asleep again.

Looking at the careful arrangement of the bedding for Fordlo Manolin couldn't help but feel pity for Fords.

If the original owner is the epitome of the prodigal son among the nobles and rich people in this world, then Fordlo and the Fords brothers are the epitome of the miserable working family in this world.

According to Fords' own introduction and the casual conversations with other patients with relatively minor injuries and their families, the mother of the Fords brothers died of illness not long after Fords was born, and their father also died in a production accident three years ago.

Fordlo, who was only fourteen years old at the time, resolutely took on the burden of the family.

He dropped out of school and went to work in a factory to support himself and his younger brother who was less than ten years old at the time.

Now Fordlo will be left with a disability and serious injuries, which is a big problem for the Fords brothers, who are not rich families.It was even worse for the factory owner. The combination of a disabled brother and a young brother was despairing.

As for the compensation of the factory owner?

For the factory owner whose interests were damaged, it was good enough not to scrape some money from these workers. How could he dream of compensation?

After checking the conditions of the seriously injured patients including Fordlo, Manolin returned to the counter in the clinic hall to continue drinking his coffee.

Not long after, John led a man in a navy uniform in.

Arnold Alfred didn't know what kind of magic potion his uncle was fed, and he actually wanted to go to Manolin, an unreliable person, for surgery, especially a prosthetic transplant.

Arnold will never forget Manolin, who made him a laughing stock in the navy.

Every time he thought of Manolin, his butt would ache. If it weren't for Uncle John's friend Stantel to intercede for this guy, Arnold would want to shoot this bastard.

After Manolin saw the person following John, he instinctively wanted to hide under the counter.

"Little Manolin, I brought my nephew here. You should know him, right?"

John said in a playful voice.

"Uh..."

Manolin was a little speechless.

He didn't expect that the instructor who was shot in the butt by him that year was John's nephew.

"... What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you, Instructor Arnold."

"Humph!"

He snorted heavily, and then Arnold stopped talking with a cold face.

The embarrassed Manolin, John who was watching the show, and Arnold who stared at Manolin with a cold face formed a strange picture.

"Mr. John, your mechanical prosthesis is ready."

Manolin, who couldn't stand the pressure, broke the silence first.

He took out the mechanical prosthesis and some accessories from the counter cabinet.

"..."

Arnold saw the beautifully crafted mechanical prosthesis and the magic inscriptions engraved on it, and did not say what he had said to dissuade John.

Although he did not know much about mechanical knowledge, he could still see that the mechanical prosthesis that Manolin took out was well-made.

"Since you, little Manolin, have already made the mechanical prosthesis, then quickly replace it for me."

Seeing the mechanical prosthesis, John, a mechanical enthusiast, was a little impatient.

Manolin quickly agreed to John's request and said:

"In that case, please go to the operating room with me, Mr. John."

The operation lasted for more than two hours. Fortunately, the injuries of the four seriously injured patients had stabilized and did not need frequent examinations, otherwise John's mechanical prosthesis transplantation would have to be postponed.

With the blessing of the [Dexterity] talent, the operation was very successful.

As the effect of the anesthetic faded, John gradually regained consciousness.

Because the operation of mechanical prosthesis transplantation requires very complex operations on nerves and muscles, Manolin simply gave John general anesthesia.

It must be mentioned that as a professional, John's drug resistance is very strong. At John's request, Manolin injected John with ten times the dose of anesthetics to allow John to enter anesthesia normally.

And even with ten times the dose of a normal person, John woke up in just three hours.

After waking up, John was also lively as if he was not anesthetized.

After Manolin added water to the mechanical prosthesis and put in the ignited [phlogiston stone].

The steam drove the lever, and the magic circle flashed with a faint light.

John was surprised to find that this mechanical prosthesis seemed to be his original arm. He could control the mechanical prosthesis at will, and even get feedback from the mechanical prosthesis.

John used the mechanical prosthesis to touch the entire operating room, and he was not satisfied, so he almost attacked Manolin and Arnolf.

Manolin was frightened and hurried to stop him.

"Mr. John, your mechanical prosthesis has just been transplanted, please do not overuse it."

After being stopped by Manolin, John continued his action.

Seeing this, Manolin continued to instruct:

"Mr. John, this mechanical prosthesis is a steam machine powered by [phlogiston stone]. Please don't forget to add fuel and water."

"In addition, the mechanical prosthesis needs regular maintenance. I have reserved a maintenance window and a filling hole for filling lubricating oil. Of course, you can also come to me for maintenance..."

These precautions that Manolin instructed were completely trivial for a mechanical enthusiast. Although John was a little impatient, he did not interrupt.

After listening to Manolin's many precautions, John took Arnold to say goodbye to Manolin because he was anxious to show off to the Mechanical Enthusiasts Association.

Arnold looked at Manolin with a complicated look and said nothing.The one who sent the message followed John and left.

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