Jiang Feng stared intently at Ming Zhao, then abruptly turned his gaze to the rapidly moving pencil in her hand.

Shock, absurdity, anger, and a hint of bewilderment—a feeling he himself was unwilling to admit—were intertwined on his face.

Liu Wenjun stood at the door, barely daring to breathe.

Liu Wenjun stared intently at the pattern that was gradually taking shape under Ming Zhao's pen, her breathing rapid. As a top materials physicist, she could feel the terrifying logic behind those seemingly sloppy lines that was ahead of its time, more than anyone else!

The lines extend, intersect, and rotate rapidly on the paper.

A cold, precise, geometrically beautiful and powerful three-dimensional structure was forcibly constructed on the shadow of destruction and loss on the X-ray!

It was no longer a piece of flesh and blood, but a mechanical creation made of connecting rods, bearings, hydraulic chambers, miniature servo motors, and a skeletal frame that shimmered with a strange metallic luster! It perfectly conformed to the physiological structure of the human lower limbs, yet exuded a cold industrial power that belonged purely to metal and energy!

Mingzhao's pen tip finally sketched several extremely complex spherical joints and energy conduction devices at the ankles and knees, and marked several arrows pointing to the "energy storage core" and "neural signal interface".

"Clatter".

The pencil stopped.

Mingzhao raised her head, a bead of blood sliding down her forehead, dripping onto the edge of the drawing, spreading a small patch of dark red, like a cruel seal. She looked at Jiang Feng, still frozen on the bed, her voice calm and even, yet each word resounding like thunder:

"Mechanical legs. They allow you to walk freely like a normal person, and the functions that can be added to mechanical legs are even more useful than those of the human body!"

Jiang Feng felt as if he had been choked, unable to utter a sound.

He struggled to move his eyes from the cold, mechanical creation on the blueprints to the empty bed beneath his blankets. The overwhelming sense of absurdity almost made him laugh, his voice hoarse and broken: "Mechanical...mechanical legs? You want me...to have an iron leg? Like...like those wooden figures missing arms and legs?"

“Functional replacement and enhancement.” Mingzhao’s voice was completely flat, as if he were introducing an ordinary tool. “The material strength and structural design can withstand more than 150% of your original physical limits in terms of impact and load. The hydraulic and servo systems simulate muscle group coordination, and with the nerve signal capture and feedback device, further miniaturization is needed to enable natural gait walking, running, and jumping. Powered by an energy core, the theoretical battery life is more than 72 hours, and the standby time can be extended to one month.”

She paused, her sharp gaze sweeping over Jiang Feng's face, contorted with shock and pain, before delivering an even more impactful message:

"Modular expansion is possible as needed."

Her pencil tip dotted several pre-reserved interfaces on the drawing: "In addition, a miniature high-explosive grenade launcher can be added, with a range of up to 50 meters and controllable accuracy. In addition, a miniature rocket booster can be integrated for a short burst of speed, increasing speed by 300%. Furthermore, a miniature submachine gun magazine and launching mechanism can be built in, providing firepower coverage at close range."

Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Jiang Feng, Liu Wenjun, and Gong Zhu's hearts!

This isn't a prosthetic limb; it's clearly a humanoid weapon!

A terrifying war machine that integrates action, perception, and attack! A concept that only exists in science fiction is now being calmly sketched on an ordinary medical record by a girl with blood streaming from her forehead, using a pencil!

Jiang Feng was completely speechless. His mouth was agape, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the interface points on the blueprint marked "miniature high explosive," "booster," and "submachine gun bullet," before he suddenly looked down at his empty left leg.

A chilling yet strangely hot electric current surged through his entire body in an instant! His heart, which had been completely frozen by despair, convulsed violently as if a scorching hot iron had been plunged into it!

A cripple? No! If... if what's on this blueprint is real... he's not only no longer a cripple, he might even... be stronger?

This thought, like the devil's temptation, carried destructive power and instantly shattered his desperate defenses! A tremendous shock and an indescribable, ecstatic joy, like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood, made his whole body tremble violently!

"You...you..." Jiang Feng's voice trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief and an almost frantic desire. "This...how is this possible? With today's technology..."

“Current technology can’t do it,” Mingzhao interrupted him calmly, as if stating a perfectly simple fact. “The material strength is insufficient, the miniaturization is inadequate, the energy density is too low, and the accuracy of nerve signal capture is poor. Therefore,”

She raised her head, her gaze passing over Jiang Feng, who was still immersed in the immense shock, and landing precisely on Liu Wenjun's face at the doorway, who was equally stunned.

“Professor Liu,” Mingzhao’s voice was clear and firm, carrying an unquestionable sense of command, “I need you.”

Liu Wenjun trembled, as if jolted awake from her shock by that gaze. She looked at Mingzhao, at that calm yet seemingly serene face, at the bloodstains on her forehead and the astonishing blueprint in her hand, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest!

“I need you to provide or recommend the highest level of access to materials laboratories,” Mingzhao continued, his tone as if assigning a research task. “I need special alloys, high-performance micro servo motors, superconducting materials, high-energy-density energy storage units, and cutting-edge microelectronic processing equipment.”

With each item she mentioned, Liu Wenjun's expression grew more serious.

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