Jiang Fan smiled and patted Yang Ze on the shoulder and said: "You did a very good job. You kept the confidentiality of the project while at the same time caring about the project tensions of other departments. I think your question is correct. They figured it out on their own."
Yang Ze always felt that Jiang Fan's words sounded strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
In the next three months, Peng Yue would receive a new smart prosthesis almost every half month or so. From the beginning, it only had a mechanical structure, and then gradually added details.
In the last month, the prosthesis he received was completely made of artificial skin.
Jiang Fan was very happy to put on the prosthesis for him and asked him if he felt any different.
Peng Yue looked at the leg with skin that was almost the same as his own, and he even felt astonished, as if it was a part of his body.
On the missing half of his right hand, Jiang Fan used the model of a simulated leather glove.
It not only ensures a tight fit at the interface, but also the instrument used to fix the prosthesis does not affect the use of the palm.
It's just that this fracture is too special. If the position is wrong with a little force, the broken palm will become disconnected from the prosthetic limb.
Jiang Fan used special glue to connect them together, but the only drawback is that the glue on the skin surface must be wiped off within 24 hours, otherwise it is likely to cause skin allergies.
But this is the best solution Jiang Fan can think of at the moment.
When Peng Yue tried on the new prosthesis, he always felt strange, but he couldn't put it in words.
Until Jiang Fan picked up the pen on the table and poked his calf.
Peng Yue's expression slowly became richer.
He said excitedly: "I have feelings. I can feel something touching me."
Jiang Fan put on his shoes and then placed a few small stones on the ground for Peng Yue to walk over.
Before, he had to pay attention to the ground when walking. Because he has no sense of touch, he will not receive direct feedback when he steps on the ground. Instead, he will pay attention to whether there is anything on the ground after the relatively blunt contact surface receives strong feedback. question.
But now, the moment he stepped on the stone, he suddenly felt that the sole of his foot gave him a very real feedback.
He pinched his arm, which seemed to be a similar level of feedback.
Peng Yue said in shock: "I really feel it! My prosthetic limb has a sense of touch."
Jiang Fan explained: "The advantage of the prosthetic is that it will give you reminders, but at the same time you will not feel pain. Even if you are shot, it will not have any impact on you. However, the main purpose of this kind of prosthetic is to be practical." Sex, if you get shot, will still have an impact.”
Peng Yue looked at the high technology on his body with joy and tried jumping a few times, as if it was no different from his own body.
Jiang Fan said: "This is the second version. From today on, you may need to conduct regular Ace Force training to test the durability of the prosthesis."
Peng Yue couldn't put it down and asked, "Okay, I've been waiting for this day for more than ten years."
Jiang Fan asked Wang Laohu to help him.
During this period, Wang Laohu, Li Sen and others were busy with tasks. As soon as they had some free time recently, they were pulled by Jiang Fan to train Peng Yue.
At first, when he heard that Peng Yue was the squadron leader of the former No. 1 Squadron of the Ace Force, Wang Laohu decisively refused.
"You asked me to coach the squadron leader of the first squadron? Isn't this the same as asking me to show off with a big sword in front of Guan Gong? Why should I go to that class to play with axes?"
Jiang Fan said: "The situation is different. He is recovering. He has been disabled for more than ten years. Although he was an ace special forces soldier at the beginning, he has not trained for more than ten years and has to start all over again."
"Moreover, the training model is also different. Our training model is upgraded year by year. It still retains the original training logic, so there are still differences."
After Jiang Fan's persuasion, Wang Laohu met Peng Yue.
At that time, Peng Yue was wearing a training uniform. He was over 180cm tall and had a strong build. He couldn't tell that he was over 40, and he looked like 34 or 5.
Moreover, no matter from which angle you look at it, you can't tell that he is disabled.
He even asked: "Is he really disabled? His speed and agility can't be seen at all. Are you sure he didn't have a broken finger but a broken limb?"
Peng Yue directly rolled up his trousers.
Wang Laohu saw the simulated skin under his pants and thought it was his own skin.
It wasn't until he rolled up his trouser legs to his knees that he saw the interface.
The key is that there is almost no color difference between the upper and lower parts of his skin. Wang Laohu walked over in shock and touched his prosthetic limb with his hand.
He said in shock: "If you don't tell me this is fake, I will never be able to tell it in my life."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "This is the second version for him to use first. Our third version also has technological improvements."
Wang Laohu looked at Jiang Fan as if he were looking at a monster. He put his arm around Jiang Fan's neck and said, "Jiang Fan, tell me the truth. Is there anything you don't know? You are simply not human, are you?"
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "I'll just take it as your compliment."
Jiang Fan then asked Wang Laohu and Peng Yue to run a 100-meter sprint.
It was obvious that from the first step, the gap between the two was widened.
But even though he was wearing prosthetics, Peng Yue's performance still surpassed that of ordinary private soldiers, but there was still a certain gap between him and the special forces.
But this result did not discourage Peng Yue at all, but he said happily: "Is it better than an ordinary private? Then I am okay. I originally thought it would be quite ugly."
But Wang Laohu was not as optimistic as he was. He said: "At this level, it is estimated that it will be troublesome to improve in a short period of time."
After Jiang Fan thought for a moment, he said, "If you want to be more open-minded, it's no problem. We will solve this problem when we upgrade the prosthetic limbs."
Peng Yue didn't panic at all, he was quite tenacious.
He felt that he might have exchanged the suffering of the past ten years for his current happiness, but everything meant that there was still hope for him.
During Jiang Fan's second report, he showed the current version.
All the superiors couldn't sit still and gathered around to study Peng Yue's prosthetic limbs.
Someone even quietly poked Peng Yue's calf with the tip of a pen, asking him to guess what he touched it with, so as to determine whether Jiang Fan's touch was sensitive.
When Jiang Fan saw that all his superiors were excited and novel, he put forward his own idea: "I want to add an additional amount of funds to combine weapons and prosthetics."
But after Jiang Fan explained his thoughts eloquently, the scene fell into deep thought.
Both Shi Wenyuan and Jiang Qiuyi participated in this report. Even Jiang Qiuyi, who usually had no expression on his face, was smiling today.
