Day 19 of picking up trash
The little robot agreed to help the third young master Liu Yun cure his illness.
However, treating human illnesses is not a priority for the little robot, so he explained his work schedule in advance.
During the day, he had to continue working at the Ordnance Bureau, and only after the Ordnance Bureau closed did he have free time to prepare medicine for the Third Young Master.
Therefore, no matter how much the Third Young Master pleaded, the little robot showed no intention of changing the arrangement.
The third young master even suggested transferring the little robot away from the Armory to cure his illness before letting him go back to work. As soon as he said this, the atmosphere around the little robot changed instantly.
Transferred? Does this mean I can't continue working?
The little robot carefully confirmed: "If you don't need me to continue working, I'll leave now and look for a new job. Is that what you mean? If you're sure, I'll leave tomorrow."
Third Young Master: "!"
He never expected that he would provoke the immortal master to say that he should leave immediately. He panicked and shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, no, it was my fault. I said the wrong thing. How can I not let the immortal master work? The immortal master can do whatever he wants. I will not have any objection. Please stay here in peace."
At this point, no matter how worried the Third Young Master was about his illness, he couldn't say anything more, for fear that the Immortal Master would leave again at the slightest disagreement.
The next day, the Third Young Master moved into the Ji Residence. The east and west wing rooms were empty, so he had no trouble finding a place to live.
Of course, since he had already moved into the Immortal Master's residence, the Third Young Master naturally did not dare to bring so many servants and eunuchs. He did not dare to put on any show and only brought three or five assistants. He traveled light and simply.
Normally, given his personality, he would have complained endlessly about living such a simple life, but at this moment he didn't dare to utter a sound, for fear that he might be mistaken by the immortal master as being dissatisfied with him, and that the immortal master would ask him to leave again.
He didn't dare mention the idea of having the immortal master move into his palace at all.
Having another human living in the house had absolutely no impact on the little robot. During the day, he went to the Ordnance Depot to process metal waste as usual.
The little robot didn't turn all the metal scrap into melee weapons; for him, weapons weren't the best use for these metals. However, the head of the ordnance department hesitated to offer this suggestion, explaining that "higher-ups" didn't allow unauthorized changes to the metal's intended use.
Okay.
The little robot stopped mentioning it.
However, he did receive a special permission the next day, with the king allowing him to make whatever he wanted with some metal.
This made the little robot quite happy.
He did need some handy instruments and equipment, and although it wasn't urgent, he should use them since he had the opportunity.
Compared to older models, this new robot trash can boasts a more autonomous program and a more comprehensive data package, which goes without saying. Its recycling bin is also more advanced than the older models, not only being larger and upgradable, but also featuring different storage conditions for different types of waste.
For example, radiation protection zones, vacuum zones, sterile disinfection zones, etc.
However, while it has all the necessary functions, it lacks any instruments or equipment.
The original idea behind the robot was that it could handle a lot of garbage. If all the necessary equipment were installed, even a single recycling bin might not be enough. In any case, the garbage disposal stations on various planets have all the necessary equipment. The garbage bins can simply take the garbage back to the station when needed, which is convenient and saves time.
However, even the creators probably didn't expect that one of their trash cans could travel to another world and be unable to return to the main station.
Therefore, the little robot, unsure when it would be able to return to the main station, added the creation of the corresponding equipment to its schedule.
Fortunately, the little robot's database is so comprehensive that it even includes the manufacturing principles and methods of these things.
Of course, the technological advancements of this era were far behind, so even if the little robot was full of theoretical ideas, it couldn't do anything without the necessary material resources. For many things, it could only create a shell first.
As for the reagents needed for the reaction catalytic chamber and the energy stones for the element separator, we'll have to wait and see if we can get them in the future.
However, simple physical devices like crushers and compressors don't pose much of a problem.
The little robot also rebuilt a set of silica glass containers to handle viral and other microbial waste. The temporary set they made in Guanshi County was too rudimentary and not a long-term solution.
He didn't hide from the people of the Armory when he was making these things. As each item took shape, more and more people gathered around to watch.
Eventually, even the most obsessed blacksmiths in the entire Ordnance Bureau couldn't resist the temptation.
Their eyes were filled with amazement and admiration as they looked at the objects before them. Although they did not know their purpose, their complexity and exquisite craftsmanship were enough to make them marvel.
These things must be divine artifacts that the celestial masters were used to using in heaven. Perhaps they were not allowed to bring them down to earth, so they had to remake them.
Look at those complicated steps. Even if they stared at them with wide eyes from beginning to end, they would only be dazzled by the details. After watching, they couldn't remember any of the details. Isn't this the work of a god?
At first, those empty shell instruments whose purpose was unknown to the public only impressed the people of the Ordnance Bureau. But the equipment that appeared later made them exclaim in amazement.
When they saw the shredder easily crush the divine weapon they thought was hard enough into particles, and the immortal master even felt that the particles were too big and needed to be adjusted to be smaller, everyone exclaimed in surprise.
When they saw the crusher press a piece of pig iron into something thinner and denser than the iron sheet that several people had hammered and forged day and night, the exclamations rose even higher.
There were also purification furnaces, shaping and cutting wheels, and so on. As each item was tested, the gasps of astonishment in the ordnance bureau grew louder and louder.
The officials passing by outside almost thought something major had happened inside.
When the final piece of high-silica glass, so crystal clear and pure that it was even more flawless than the water at the summit of a snow-capped mountain, appeared, everyone was so shocked that they were speechless!
Wow, wow, wow, truly worthy of being called a deity! The precious glassware that he casually created is hundreds or thousands of times more perfect than those that were chased and smeared with gold and silver by noble families from various countries!
A treasure of this quality, no matter which country it is sent to, would be enough to earn the giver a minor noble title!
Such a divine intervention!
Moreover, judging from the deity's meaning, these things are merely tools he uses to accomplish his tasks!
The shock in everyone's hearts was beyond words.
What surprised them even more was what happened next. They watched as the gods threw such a perfect treasure into the fire and smashed it on the ground, without showing any intention of handling it with care, and without saying anything about whether the experimental product was up to standard.
Good heavens, that's glass! Everyone knows how fragile such a treasure is. It will shatter with the slightest bump, and it will crack when exposed to excessively hot or cold temperatures. Even a king wouldn't be so extravagant as to treat glass so roughly.
Alright, alright, this is a celestial master. He can make glass himself, so it's normal that he's not as heartbroken as others.
Just when everyone was ready to watch the immortal master make glass again, something unbelievable happened.
The glass that fell to the ground—did not break.
Not only did it not break, it even bounced twice on the ground!
The glass taken from the fire—did not melt.
It wasn't even heated to red-hot, let alone melted a single drop!
This...this!
Is this still the glass they know?
For a moment, no one could believe their eyes.
The noise from humans didn't bother the little robot at all. It finished its work and tests, then put everything back into the recycling bin. Looking at the time, it realized it was well past closing time.
Remembering that there was still a human waiting for her to return to prepare the antidote, the little robot decided not to try to delay leaving get off work today. After nodding and saying goodbye to her colleagues from the Ordnance Bureau, she left.
Leaving the people of the Armory behind, a heated discussion erupted a moment later, growing louder and louder.
Of course, the little robot had no idea what would happen after he got off work. On his way home, he made a detour and went to the Imperial Hospital first.
To neutralize the toxins of the coral-like light stone, several medications need to be used together. However, he hasn't found any such trash in his recycling bins yet, so he'll have to search for it in hospitals of this era.
When the little robot came out of the Imperial Hospital again, it not only had enough herbs, but it was also accompanied by a middle-aged man.
This person was none other than Sun Yichao.
On one hand, there was the little deity praised by his own elder brother, and on the other hand, there was an unprecedentedly strange illness. How could Sun Yichao not be itching to take a look from the sidelines?
The little robot didn't mind having another human living in its home, especially since this human was a doctor. It was perfect to leave the human called Third Young Master to this human doctor while it went to work during the day.
Yes, the little robot still doesn't know that the Third Young Master isn't called the Third Young Master, but Liu Yun.
Anyway, what humans are called is not that important to him, a trash can; he doesn't care.
After this delay, it was already quite late when the little robot returned to Naji's house.
He had barely given the door a gentle push, before he even exerted any force, when it opened from the inside, and a human rushed out excitedly—
He then stumbled and almost fell face-first to the ground.
This person is none other than the Third Young Master.
The little robot had no sense of initiative to help people up, so Sun Yichao, who was behind it, quickly stepped forward and helped the Third Young Master up.
"What's wrong? Is the poison starting to take effect? What are the symptoms? Are your legs weak? Is there any pain anywhere?"
While asking the questions, Sun Yichao had already taken the pulse of the Third Young Master.
Clearly, he wasn't really concerned about whether the Third Young Master's face had been bumped, but rather about this once-in-a-lifetime illness.
The third young master's face flushed red, and after stammering for a long time, he finally said, "...No, it's because my legs went numb while I was waiting for the immortal master to return."
Why do my legs get numb after waiting for so long... Oh, they're numb from squatting.
Sun Yichao realized what was happening and silently withdrew his hand.
The Third Young Master ignored Sun Yichao and only asked the little robot, "Immortal Master, why are you back so late today? I thought... was there some trouble that delayed you? Why don't you bring a few more people with you on the way, so they can help you deal with your troublesome matters?"
Heaven knows how much suffering the Third Young Master endured today, especially as it grew later and he realized the Immortal Master hadn't returned yet; he almost thought he had been abandoned.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have done something so unbecoming of his status as squatting by the gate waiting for someone.
The little robot naturally didn't want a human to follow it around, so it refused the Third Young Master's suggestion and said that it was only late because it was picking up the medicine.
As they spoke, the group arrived at a side room that had been specially set aside.
The place had already been cleaned thoroughly according to the little robot's instructions, and disinfected with purified alcohol.
After the little robot came in, it took out a glass container and a blood-drawing syringe that had just been made that day, and asked the Third Young Master to draw out a sufficient amount of blood.
"If you don't know how, you can ask him for help." The little robot pointed at Sun Yichao and said this as the Third Young Master stared at the syringe with trembling eyes.
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