Trainer: I Build A Home On The Back Of A Xuanwu

Yue Qinlan followed Mu Liang to leave the No. 8 building on the first floor of the high ground, and walked slowly towards the transport elevator.

Mu Liang asked softly, "Did Li Yue say that today is the last day of picket training?"

"Yes." Yue Qinlan nodded.

She raised her eyes and said, "Do you think the training time is too short?"

Mu Liangping said calmly: "No, these pickets are only on probationary period, and they can only become regulars if they don't make mistakes within three months. From time to time, they have to undergo a second or third training."

If there are any changes in military discipline or regulations, or changes in the policies above, all pickets must understand clearly at the first time, which requires multiple meetings.

"That's it?" Yue Qinlan blinked her blue eyes.

Mu Liang asked in a clear voice: "It's nothing, are the picket uniforms ready?"

"Already rushing to make it, it should be finished in two days." Yue Qinlan said "one three zero" in a crisp voice.

After the silver-haired girl selected the pickets, the people in the clothing factory started to rush to make them, and they could wear them after the training.

"Well, it's all right." Mu Liang nodded slowly.

"Then do you want to go back to the palace now?" Yue Qinlan asked elegantly.

Mu Liang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "Don't worry, go and see Feng Yu and Zhi Hai."

The two had been in the Xuanwu Kingdom for nearly half a month, and they stayed in the research institute on the sixth floor of the highland every day, studying how to perform surgical and internal surgery.

"Then go and have a look." Yue Qinlan agreed.

She held Mu Liang's hand, stepped on stiletto shoes, and walked gracefully towards the local six.

Mu Liang asked softly, "They didn't continue the experiment of transforming the human body into a spiritual weapon, did they?"

"No, there are people watching. They don't have this chance." Yue Qinlan shook her head.

"Yes. Mu Liang nodded lightly.

He was just asking casually. Both Feng Yu and Zhi Hai had signed the queen bee contract, so they could not disobey his will.

Yue Qinlan turned her head and asked, "Mu Liang, are you not interested in the technology of transforming the human body into spiritual weapons?"

Mu Liang thought for a while, then said: "This plan is still useful, it can replace disabled people with prosthetic limbs.

If we make good use of the technology of transforming the human body into a spiritual tool, we can replace people with impaired limbs with spiritual tool prosthetics, and even replace some organs and bones in the body, so that people can continue to live.

The premise of all this is based on the patient's voluntary premise, and it cannot affect the patient's spirit and memory.

The current spiritualization of the human body will affect memory and become a humanoid weapon that only knows how to kill.

Yue Qinlan said gracefully: "That's a good idea. Those soldiers who have retired due to disabilities may also have the possibility to stand on the battlefield again."

"Well, let them study the prosthetics." Mu Liang's eyes flickered.

Yue Qinlan slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can they do what you want?"

"Yes." Mu Liang smiled confidently, the queen bee contract was not signed for nothing.

"Tap Tat ~ ~ ~"

The two walked into the sixth floor of the high ground, where the new medical research institute was built, in the opposite direction from the original spirit tool workshop.

There were two highland guards on duty at the gate of the Medical Research Institute. Seeing Mu Liang and the elegant woman approaching, they quickly raised their hands to salute.

Mu Liang asked indifferently: "Is Zhihai and Hefeng Yu inside?"

"Your Majesty, they are here." The highland guard said respectfully.

Yue Qinlan asked casually: "Have you ever left?"

The highland guard explained: "Very rarely, I only leave occasionally to rest, and spend most of my time in the research institute."

"En." Yue Qinlan nodded lightly, and followed Mu Liang into the research institute.

The Medical Research Institute has six floors, covering an area the size of two basketball courts. The first floor is the living area, and the second floor and above are the areas for medical research, as well as lounges and meeting rooms.

Before Mu Liang and Yue Qinlan entered the research room, they heard Zhihai and Hefeng Yu's quarrel.

Zhi Hai said seriously: "No, I think this way of suturing is better and can make the wound heal faster.

Feng Yu said angrily: "Fart, the thinner the thread, the better. It will be easier to clean the sutured thread after the wound has healed, otherwise it will be a second injury."

"Then have you ever thought that if the thread is too thin, once it touches the wound, it will easily tear the muscle, which will be even more troublesome." Zhihai didn't back down.

Feng Yu said with a stern face: "That's easy to do. Use spider silk to glue the wound up, so that no matter how much you move, it won't crack. 11

Zhihai glared and said, "Then why are you still stitching up the wound, just stick it with spider silk, your approach is very unrealistic."

"According to what you said, it would be better to use more secret healing medicines to heal the wound directly." Feng Yu slapped the table angrily, and the utensils on the table jingled.

Outside the laboratory, Mu Liang and Yue Qinlan looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't expect Feng Yu and Zhi Hai to quarrel because of the research...

Yue Qinlan asked in surprise, "Are they paying attention?"

"Maybe, let's go in and have a look." Mu Liang's deep eyes lit up, and he pushed open the door of the research room.

"Crunch~~~"

The transparent glazed door was pushed open, making a squeezing sound.

Zhihai frowned, and reprimanded without turning his head: "How many times have I told you not to disturb us when we are doing research.

"Get lost." Feng Yu shouted in a colder voice.

"Who are you letting go?" A cold voice sounded, Yue Qinlan's face was as cold as frost.

Zhihai and Hefeng Yu trembled, and turned their heads stiffly to look behind them, the figures of Mu Liang and Yue Qinlan came into their eyes.

An embarrassed smile appeared on Feng Yu's face: "Your Majesty Mu Liang?"

"I'm not telling you to leave, I just don't want to be disturbed in your research, you should understand?" He asked in a friendly voice.

Mu Liang said calmly, "Of course, if your research makes progress, I won't argue with you.'

The corners of Feng Yu's eyes twitched. In other words, if the research didn't make any progress, he would be rude to himself.

Yue Qinlan stared at the two of them with cold eyes, and said coldly: "It's because we treat you so well, should I consider reducing some of the treatment?"

Zhihai straightened his face, and his tone became serious: "This is our fault, sorry."

Mu Liang patted Yue Qinlan's hand, looked up at the two of them and asked, "How is the research going, please tell me about 5.1.

Zhihai and Hefengyu looked at each other in the same way, and said in unison: "We have already researched the best method for surgery and bone grafting, which will not damage important organs again, and can also control the operation..."

The two spoke quickly, as if they were afraid that they would be blamed if they spoke slowly, so they recounted the research results of the past half month.

Mu Liang listened with calm eyes, the technologies they said will be applied to the hospital in the future.

Feng Yu and Zhi Hai talked for half an hour, and finally looked at Mu Liang anxiously, feeling a little nervous inside.

Mu Liang said solemnly: "Very well, there is one more thing you need to do, research how to equip people with artificial limbs, especially to allow soldiers to return to the battlefield."

"Okay, leave it to us," Zhihai quickly agreed.

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