"Is this really my face?"
After the tube was pulled out, Bridget looked at her face in the mirror in disbelief.
"It's your face."
Monet reached out and touched it, looking amazed. "It's amazing! It actually became smooth again after being tight."
Then she asked Sang Ning, "Ningning, what's the principle behind this?"
Sanning, "!!!"
How was she supposed to explain that?
Are you sure you can understand what I'm saying?
Upon hearing this, Monet immediately lost interest.
"Forget it, you'd better not talk to me anymore. I don't understand your stuff about Yin not producing life and Yang not growing, or the Five Elements."
Louis and the others nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of shared experience. Not only did Monet not understand, but they didn't understand either.
Memories of what Sang Ning had taught them flooded back, and Qin Heng and the others all shivered.
"Gerald, how are you feeling right now?"
With his gaze fixed on Gerald, who was stretching his neck, Qin Heng chose to change the subject.
"easy!"
"happy!"
"That felt amazing!"
The fact that he uttered three words of praise shows that he was truly relaxed.
"Oh darling, are you sure you're all better now?"
Bridget was skeptical. She looked at her husband and said, "Try turning your neck."
"good······"
"awkward!"
Qin Yan shouted to stop him, and Gerald, who was about to take action, looked surprised, "Why, my dear Qin?"
"Because it's easy to twist your neck."
Having personally experienced what it means for joy to turn to sorrow, Qin Yan has the absolute right to speak on this matter.
He said seriously, "If you want Sang Ning to snap your neck, twist it, I won't stop you."
Gerald, "???"
"Dear Sang, what does 'snap your neck' mean?"
Sang Ning said calmly, "Because after Lao Qin recovered, he twisted his neck and it became crooked. I helped him reset it and, when he wasn't paying attention, I snapped it back into place."
"It can even tilt its head?"
This is so ugly.
"I'm not going to twist anymore."
As he spoke, he looked at his wife and said seriously, "Wife, I'm all better, really all better. If you don't believe me, ask Sang."
“I think you should trust Sang’s traditional Chinese medicine; your face is the best example.”
That makes sense. Even with all the technological advancements, Bridget couldn't completely solve her skin laxity problem. After touching her face, which now felt exceptionally smooth, she excitedly opened her arms and hugged Sang Ning, saying, "Darling, thank you for making me young again."
"No."
Like an emotionless robot, Sang Ning calmly recounted a cruel truth.
"What you're doing can only work temporarily, not permanently."
"At most three months, your facial skin will return to its previous state."
"But don't worry, your husband has a youth-preserving skincare line. With the right application techniques, it can temporarily alleviate your sagging and age spots."
"There are such good things?"
Bridget, who was initially disappointed, suddenly brightened up when she heard the last sentence.
"Honey, where is 'Youthful Days'? Can you arrange it for me today?"
"This might not work."
Gerald broke out in a cold sweat. This was retaliation, definitely Sanning's retaliation against them.
Because they wanted to analyze the effects of the test products, they didn't want Sang Ning to go back and wanted her to stay a while longer, which angered her.
Now, she has found an opportunity for revenge.
So they passed the problem on to him.
Seeing the murderous look in his wife's eyes, Gerald, under immense pressure, hurriedly explained, "Honey, listen to me, 'Youthful Days' is still in the testing and analysis stage. It will take some time before it's on the production line and off the production line."
"But please trust me, I will arrange it for you as soon as the product is discontinued. Is that alright with you?"
"Can."
Bridget, being an unreasonable person, readily agreed upon hearing this, but still added with concern, "Remember, you absolutely must arrange this for me immediately."
"No problem, you can trust me to handle things."
And so, this topic comes to an end.
The group went to the lobby to drink tea and chat. Sang Ning kept checking the time, and Qin Yan reassured her, "Don't worry, I promised to give you feedback before 2 o'clock, and I definitely will."
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, then slowly sipped her juice while listening to their chatter.
As they chatted, Gerald told Louis that he wanted to commission a standard-issue mech.
When it came to his area of expertise, Louis immediately asked seriously, "Do you have a mecha license?"
"have."
As he spoke, Gerald opened his terminal and showed him his mech identification.
Sang Ning asked in surprise, "You need a license to pilot a mecha?"
"You have to take the test; otherwise, you're not qualified to operate a mecha."
Mu Tao explained, "In addition, private individuals who want to purchase mechs also need a license. Only when both licenses are complete can a mech be purchased."
"Of course, collecting is different. Collecting doesn't require verification, but it does require a collection certificate."
After all, it's a piece of furniture to be taken home and displayed for appreciation, something to look at but not driven around. It's a bit much to ask people to verify it.
Sang Ning's lips twitched; this was something she hadn't expected at all.
She had always assumed that private individuals bought mechs purely for collection purposes, since mech piloting was prohibited inside the planet.
This thing is different from flying cars; its main purpose is for warfare.
Therefore, even the civilian version of the mecha is extremely dangerous.
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