I put the wreckage of the powered leg into the basket, frowning as my mind raced. What other parts were needed to make a prosthetic limb with a modest power system? Probably some materials like polypropylene. I also needed to buy some neural sensor patches. Only by attaching those patches to the leg could the prosthetic coordinate seamlessly with the body.
"Ding Han."
Lu Xiaobei asked, "Do you need anything else?"
"Mm, a few more materials."
After a moment of thought, I said, "Also, I might need a workshop that can grind and calibrate equipment."
"A workshop..."
Lu Xiaobei's eyes lit up. "I have a friend who runs a small factory near the Old City District. He should have the kind of workshop you need."
"Really?"
I asked in surprise, "Then when are we going?"
"Tomorrow."
Lu Xiaobei said, "I'll message him today. We can go tomorrow afternoon, as long as Sakura switches shifts early."
"Mm, sounds good!"
So I flagged down a taxi, sent Lu Xiaobei back to the internet cafe, then returned to my own place.
After hurriedly eating downstairs, I impatiently headed to a nearby electronics store to buy some patches, then went straight to the shantytown.
"Ding Han?"
Li Xiang spotted me at once and smiled excitedly. "Why are you here?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the shack where he lived with his grandfather, unconsciously revealing a trace of inferiority.
"I came to see Grandpa Li."
I smiled. "Is he here?"
"He is. Grandpa's making egg noodles for me."
"Okay."
I entered the shack, and Grandpa Li hurriedly set down his spoon. Smiling, he said, "Ding Han, why are you here?"
"I just came to visit."
My gaze fell on Grandpa Li's leg. "Grandpa Li, may I take some measurements of your leg? When