Fang Rong gave up and pulled Fang Hua along. The two bought a high-grade solar energy box from a legitimate mecha equipment store. It could absorb solar energy to replenish the energy box, which was very practical. Because the extracted energy was too pure, ordinary solar energy boxes could not do it, which is why the price was so high. They managed to get a discount after haggling for a long time.
It was finally sold for 97,000.
Fang Rong was heartbroken at the thought of spending so much money at once, but there was nothing she could do; it was a necessary expense that couldn't be cut back on.
I never feel safe using a regular energy box, and I have to switch it all the time. If I have to switch energy boxes in the middle of a fight, how many hits will I get?
We won't suffer this loss.
The energy box was installed as soon as it was purchased, and the entire mech instantly seemed to come alive, suddenly brightening up.
"Ninety percent of the functions have been activated."
"Why only 90%?" Fang Rong couldn't quite understand this.
"Because there isn't enough energy."
"High-level energy boxes aren't enough?"
"Only the best energy box can provide 100% control."
"Damn." Fang Rong hadn't expected this. "There's even a top-grade energy box."
"Top-grade energy boxes are extremely rare, requiring the purest energy to make."
"So, basically all the mechs are in a partially activated state?"
"That's right."
This is outrageous! Why is there this restriction?
Actually, it's understandable if you think about it carefully. Just like a quantum computer, although everyone has one, there are some hidden software functions that no one has ever used. Although they are all useful, only people with the necessary permissions are qualified to use them.
For example, the manufacturer can set up an administrator account. If the device malfunctions, the administrator account can be used to log out and restore the device to factory settings.
There are also some other miscellaneous abilities, such as hacking. A hacker can use a computer to hack into someone else's computer, which is something that ordinary people definitely cannot do. So he has also mastered some rather mysterious skills and abilities.
Mechs are a bit of an exception; they need enough energy to activate some hidden functions.
Fang Rong can't do it yet because top-grade energy boxes are simply unavailable. A quick online search only yields a few scattered results, all asking if there are any higher-grade energy boxes besides high-level ones.
They probably haven't seen it before.
It was already evening, around five or six o'clock, and Fang Rong still hadn't appeared when we passed by the restaurant.
He didn't want to be recognized by his boss and then showered with thanks; that would be too much of a burden.
The two of them came back, washed their faces, soaked their feet, and went to sleep. The night was quiet until almost dawn when Fang Hua's personal computer suddenly went off, startling Fang Rong so much that she immediately got up.
He grabbed Fang Hua's wrist to check the message, and sure enough, it was a mission from the military region. It was so late and no one was answering, and it looked like it was going to be difficult.
Fang Hua was still sleepy and fell asleep again in the blink of an eye. Fang Rong was already packing the tools and necessities for going out.
He nudged Fang Hua, "Wake up, get up now."
Fang Hua kept his eyes closed, and when he was pushed, he would only move slightly, like a dead body.
Wait, he looks like a corpse. Could this guy be dying?
Are you sick?
When he touched Fang Hua's forehead, it was burning hot.
This guy is actually sick?
That's impossible, isn't it? Fang Huazhuang is so strong, how could he get sick?
He still can't understand why he got sick just from running around in the water for a while.
And it's piping hot.
Fang Rong took out a thermometer from the drawer to check body temperature, washed it, and put it into Fang Hua's mouth. She would check the situation after five minutes.
If the temperature exceeds 39 degrees Celsius, take the person to the hospital.
If the temperature exceeds 38 degrees Celsius, it means the illness is quite serious, and he can't handle it by himself; he needs to be taken to the hospital.
Fang Rong stopped accepting missions and stayed obediently by Fang Hua's side.
He must have felt so happy knowing that someone was there to take care of him when he was sick. Fang Hua must need that too. We should let him experience what it feels like to be loved.
Fang Rong sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for someone else to take over the mission. Fortunately, the military region had no shortage of people. Although it was the middle of the night, someone else quickly took it over, and the system returned to silence.
Under the light, Fang Hua's face was flushed, and her neck and the rest of her body were covered in sweat.
Does he have a fever?
He pouted, with a thermometer in his mouth, drool sliding down the long thermometer, looking quite comical.
"He's so sick he can't even control his drooling." Fang Rong took out a few tissues to wipe him. It seemed to be a bit serious; Fang Hua was clearly showing signs of confusion.
How did your illness suddenly become so serious?
It was fine yesterday, maybe it soaked for too long.
"It was my fault." He's so afraid of water, and I still threw him into the water. That was too impulsive.
Fang Rong was filled with regret.
Five minutes had almost passed. He pulled out the thermometer and checked it. Thankfully, it was only a little over 38 degrees Celsius. However, the bodies of people with superpowers are different from those of ordinary people. Fang Hua is a person with multiple superpowers, so the difference might be even greater. Ordinary measurement methods cannot be used.
This is just a rough measurement to determine the severity, but a temperature of just over 38 degrees Celsius also indicates that it is not very serious.
This was the first time Fang Rong had seen him sick. He had a strong immune system, and once he got sick, it would take him three to five days to recover. It was his first time, and everyone's first time is actually a period of adaptation.
It's good to be sick now. If someone who has never been sick in their life suddenly gets sick and can't get up, they might be sick forever.
Thinking about it this way, getting sick is actually a good thing.
Fang Rong filled a basin with cold water and changed the towels repeatedly to cool Fang Hua down. She wiped his body again and again, seeing everything she should and shouldn't have seen.
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