In a corner of the living room, dozens of precision parts and tools were laid out on a custom-made iron table.
Zhao Yuanqing, dressed in a black, long-sleeved crewneck, sat to one side. Though he wore protective goggles, his eyes were visibly bloodshot, as if he had been up all night.
"You didn't sleep last night?"
Lu Chao asked in surprise, but the other man just nodded sullenly without looking up.
"Yeah... Ah Chao, just a little longer..."
Zhao Yuanqing seemed to be explaining something, but the movements of his hands only grew faster.
After a flurry of activity, he picked up a pair of tweezers with electrodes attached and, with an expression of intense focus, began connecting the metal components to the prosthetic arm.
Sensing that this was a critical moment, Lu Chao stood his ground and didn't make a sound to disturb him.
Gradually, as Zhao Yuanqing continued his focused work...
One minute, three minutes, five minutes.
CLICK!
