Chapter 58 Losing is even more advanced than him.
Today is my first day here. I'm very nervous and anxious. I kind of want to run, but I don't have legs, so I can't. I really get frustrated easily.
[Today is the second day. This morning I had a full body checkup. I was afraid of having my blood drawn, but the nurse here was very nice. She even gave me some candy. Even though I don't like candy, I ate it anyway.]
Today is the third day. My physical exam report is excellent. Director Liu even came to see me. She carefully examined my...remaining limb. Right? I'm disabled. I wasn't born without legs, just like I wasn't born afraid of going out.
Today is the day for port installation, and I feel like running away again. I can't accept my imperfect self, nor can I accept my inability to face new things. If my parents hadn't signed me up, I might never have had the courage... Ahhhhhh! I saw the Bian God!
My port surgery was over. It was very quick and painless. Director Liu was very professional. I didn't even know what happened to my stump, but the nurse told me that the port was installed very successfully. I suddenly felt a little excited.
[Bian Shen is here again. He seems so tall and thin. Although I can't see his expression because of the mask, I feel that he is... He asked me for the link to the wheelchair. He said the cyber wheelchair is very cool. Well, I gave it to him, hehe.]
[The older sister in the bed next to me always feeds me snacks and loves to tell ridiculous jokes. Oh, and by the way, she lost her left forearm while saving someone, so lately I've been the one doing her hair.]
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The older sister was very kind and kept comforting me, but I kept crying. I wanted to cry during the day, at night, and even after the surgery was successful. But when the prosthetic leg was successfully delivered, I suddenly didn't want to cry anymore. I thought, this is actually my leg! It's really cool!
[Today… I don't know what day it is, but I've been using my phone less lately, and rarely doing late-night emo. I've started enjoying listening to my fellow patients chat. Although I don't have legs yet, I have both hands, and I can help them with some things. I suddenly realized that I'm still valuable, not a useless loser. PS: Today, Bian Shen stopped by and praised my Cyberwheelchair for its coolness. I suddenly felt like my ride had become more prestigious, haha~]
[Ohhhhh, I'm standing up!]
[Rehabilitation has begun.]
[Hmm, this is a collection of precious footage of early human lower limb taming. All I can say is, each had its own difficulties, hahahaha!]
[Although I still felt like my legs and I were walking separately, I stood up.]
[I no longer feel too uncomfortable standing for long periods of time. Amazing! What kind of black technology is this? Praise be to the God of Bian.]
[Hey, today I walked to the convenience store downstairs and bought some rice balls and soy milk. I'm so awesome! I also brought some delicious pudding for the lady next door. She said she loved it. Praise be to God.]
I think I've become good friends with my legs. I love the look of them, they're so cool! If only I had installed two more light strips. Next time I go out at night, I'll be the most dazzling will-o'-the-wisp girl! Praise the God.
[Wow, wow, wow, wow, my mom came to see me. She saw me standing up. What should I do? I can't stop crying. I told her to stop crying, but I cried even harder. I love my mom so much! Praise the Bian God.]
[I started crying while writing. I'm a real crybaby. My mom brought me so many things. She said she had thought of so many words to comfort me before coming, but when she saw me stand up and walk towards her, she forgot everything. We both cried like idiots. But it doesn't matter. No one on this floor will laugh at me. That's great. Praise the Bian God.]
[She's about to be discharged from the hospital, and I'm suddenly a little reluctant to leave. My sister has now learned to wash, blow-dry, and tie her own hair. She said she's going to go back to her job and help more people. My sister is amazing. She said she's never regretted helping me that time. Praise my sister, praise Bian Shen.]
[Today the weather turned from sunny to cloudy. I stood by the window and could faintly hear the hustle and bustle of the world outside. In fact, I could hear it before, but it did not belong to me. Now, I will return to that hustle and bustle. I told my mother that I wanted to go back to take the college entrance examination. My mother nodded with tears in her eyes and said that even if I could only get into a junior college, I would still be her proudest child.
I won’t apply to a junior college, I want to apply to the best university.
I can now stand, walk, and even jog for long periods of time. If I stay on standby for extended periods, I do feel tired, but the hospital prescribed a massage ointment, and I woke up feeling refreshed the next day. I'm really about to be discharged, and I wonder if I'll have the chance to see Bian Shen again; he hasn't been here for a while. Praise Bian Shen.
[Ahhhhhhhhh Bian Shen is here again, he still remembers me as the cyber wheelchair, he said that you need to queue up for custom wheelchairs, I wanted to give mine to him without thinking, hahahaha, Bian Shen's legs are so long, he rejected me with great regret, hey, why wasn't I a long-legged girl before.
So annoying, but it doesn't matter. I am like that now. Hehe, praise Director Liu, praise God Bian.]
Life is so beautiful, modern technology is so advanced, it feels so good to stand up. I don’t know what to say, so I just wish Bian Shen good health and happiness every day.
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When Xie Yanwen saw this, his eyes felt sore. He suddenly felt that no matter how difficult it was to communicate with Bian Ling, he was still a good Bian Ling. Just based on Master Bian's unparalleled craftsmanship, he deserved to be blessed by so many people.
So he couldn't help but click on the next article.
[Hello everyone, I am Sang Qiqi who loves life, the disabled blogger who has 400,000 followers online.
First of all, thank and praise Bian Shen.
Secondly, I want to apologize. I am not a naturally optimistic person. I just... wanted to give myself a last push. On the first day of using the Sang Qiqi account, I actually wanted to commit suicide.
I feel depressed, Sang Qiqi, this is the real me.
But when I posted my last message to this world, someone suddenly asked me for help. He said that he was a disabled person like me, and because he did not have a healthy body, he did not want to live anymore.
I told you not to be depressed. If no one cares about you, then I will be the one who cares about you.
I survived in such a despicable and cowardly way.
I actually don’t want to die at all, but I can’t find any excuse to keep living.
Just like the “me” that appears in front of the camera, that is the imaginary me, the person I want to be, but... it is also the “me” that is out of reach.
I am still depressed, but in order to inspire more people who are struggling to live like me, I began to... restrain myself, restrict myself, and isolate myself.
I packaged myself as an optimist. Others are learning from my mentality and my optimism, but I can only secretly learn from your optimism and mentality in the comment section in the middle of the night.
All of this has been piling up in my mind, and I don’t know how to face it, and then…
More and more, until I couldn't bear it anymore.
That day, I wanted to cancel my account, I wanted to escape from the Internet, I wanted to log off Earth Online permanently, but in the evening of that day, in the rosy sky, a miracle happened.
I once again placed my hopes on others in a despicable and cowardly manner.
Then, this time, fate took pity on me.
I once again had nimble hands, and I... I was an orphan, and I had no family to share this joy with. On the day of the family visit, I thought no one would come.
I really thought no one was coming, but there was one guy, and he said he was here to see me.
He said he was my first fan, that he'd cheated on me, that he'd noticed something was wrong with me, and that he was afraid I'd become overwhelmed, so he desperately wanted to hold onto me, and that's why he was spouting nonsense in the comments section... How could he be so stupid! I'm disabled, we've broken up, and even hugging him has become a luxury, so why is he still haunting me like this? He's a fool, how could he...
I really want to say something tough, but I can't say it at all. I actually miss him so much. If only I were a despicable enough person, I could have him.
Then he told me that he had never left and I always had him.
Ahhh what a bastard he is.
I started rehabilitation, and it was not as painful as I had imagined. I thought I should share my experience. If it weren't for Bian Shen and his bionic prosthesis, I might never have recovered from it.
My fans used to say that I was an incomplete jade, but now, I should be a complete jade, right?
I asked myself this question, and then I thought hard about it. I am not Yu, I am a person with a complete personality. I can finally embrace my lover and embrace a beautiful tomorrow.
The world is so warm, I can feel it.
How I wish I could tell my former self that you will get better, miracles will eventually happen, and everything will be bright.
Thank you, Mr. Bian. Without you, I would not be who I am today. I feel that you may have encountered some worries, but please do not make a decision too quickly. Turning points will appear and everything will be there.
I think you are brilliant, praise you.]
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Xie Yanwen: ...ber, these people are using the words "Praise the Bian God" as a period, right?
He almost couldn't recognize these four words. He sat on the ground and read one article after another. Some of the writing was unclear, but the emotions were extremely rich. Some of the writing was beautiful, but a little difficult to understand. He even saw an article "Reading Comprehension of Ancient Chinese Scholars", which he didn't know how many articles of classical Chinese were used to write it.
"Are you really asking the patient for a link to the cyber wheelchair?"
Bian Ling had already finished communicating with Huang Yi. He looked up and met Lawyer Xie's big, watery eyes. "Who offended you again?"
"you."
"Oh, that's normal."
"So you..."
"I want it, but I haven't placed an order yet." Xie Yanwen slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then heard someone continue, "The waiting list is too long. The people in the military's R&D department said they'll make me a cooler one."
Xie Yanwen: ...Military, where is your backbone?!
"Have you ever saved a big shot in the military? They treat you like this..." licking your boots?! That's unsound. His brother is in the military, and his temper is no different from a stone in the toilet.
"you do not know?"
Xie Yanwen was not like Wen Xun. As an investor, President Wen was still able to enter and exit the lab freely. He had been working crazy overtime at the law firm recently, so it was understandable that he didn't know what was going on in the lab. "What should I know? No, are you guys secretly doing something big behind my back again?"
"It's not a big deal. We just provided a batch of military nutrient solution."
In fact, Bian Ling didn't care much about this matter. Instead, Wang Weihe, who had completed rehabilitation, was full of energy. He ran to the military headquarters after leaving the laboratory, and soon the two parties signed a supply contract.
Of course, he didn't worry about these things, nor did he worry about others taking advantage of him. To be honest, the nutrient solution was not highly patented. The nutrient solutions he developed were all improved based on the original nutrient solution formula. In other words, it was difficult to prevent counterfeiting of this thing. Once it was on the market, imitations would surely pop up like leeks.
In the end times, any researcher can make nutrient solution. The only difference is whether it tastes good or bad. As for the nutritional content, it depends entirely on personal needs and it is up to the individual to choose.
"What... military nutrient solution? Agricultural irrigation?"
"If you mean irrigation for humans, then it is for agricultural use." The name "Chucanling" happens to sound very pesticide-like, and the product line is very consistent with the company's tone.
No, what does it mean to irrigate humans?
"A drink for humans? Nutrient solution? Isn't that just some old trope from interstellar novels?" How could Master Bian's casual suggestion have changed the world? As a lawyer so busy he barely had time to eat, Xie Yanwen's eyes lit up. "Is this nutrient solution only for the military? Or will it be available to the public?"
"I have no idea."
"ha?"
"This stuff is so tech-free, I don't care."
In fact, this is indeed the case. Professor Bian gave Wang Weihe several formulas of the nutrient solution. Even the patent application was obtained by Wang Weihe after consulting Wen Xun. To this day, Bian Ling did not know that he had more patents in his name.
"...Are you sure it has no technical content? You are the first one in the world to invent it, godfather!" Do geniuses have any cognitive difficulties about the IQ of ordinary people?
Bian Ling raised his eyelids and said, "That only proves that this world has taken good care of you. You have no shortage of food. If you were short of food and clothing, this thing would be available within a month."
...Why do you say that? It's as if this world has treated you poorly? Xie Yanwen thought of the other person's past experiences and felt that he had no way to refute it. Could it be that the other person made up this nutrient solution because he couldn't afford to eat?
Fuck, my fist is hard. It’s all that damn human trafficker’s fault. If the other person was born in Beijing, he would have known her twenty years ago. The progress of world biological history has been delayed by several years because of this damn human trafficker!
Xie Yanwen didn't dare to poke the other party in the sore spot, and immediately took out his phone: "Look at the trending searches, your electronic banner is trending. They built a website specifically for it, and it's better than many regular business websites."
Bian Ling leaned over to take a look. What was that? An electronic pennant?
"They don't send the banner. Is it because they can't sleep at night? If they can't sleep, just go and clean." Bian Ling clicked on the hot search and jumped to the banner website, and then he fell into an extremely rare silence.
After a long time, Bian Ling finally spoke: "I'm not dead yet, and they're already worshipping me?" He never expected that the patient's mental state was more advanced than his, and he actually lost.
"...Um, is there a possibility that they are worshipping you as a Cyber Bodhisattva?"
"What's the difference?"
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The author has something to say: System: Host, in fact, if you change your thinking, you can become a god through merit in the future, and you don’t have to go to the underworld to buy a house [dog head][dog head].
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