Magic Items Needed to Boost the Power

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, go! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"

"Stop shouting and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows if he broke any bones? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping shouts. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each looking more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make way." A man in his forties visibly relaxed and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, once his colleague and big brother. He had been a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as a political studies teacher.

Behind Zhong Jianyu stood a young woman in a Floral Plaid Spring and Autumn Shirt. Her surname was Liu, and her name was Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school. After graduating high school and failing to get into university, she had been assigned by the factory to teach English at the Children's Middle School. But she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee, merely a "collective worker" whose salary and benefits were a tier below those of formal employees...

"Aimin, look at my hand!" Not knowing what Han Aimin was thinking, Zhong Jianyu raised a finger and moved it before his eyes.

The sharp pain in his elbows and knees, the