"You are my team member. Whether you want to give up this matter is up to you." Han Qingyu raised his head, avoiding Shen Yixiu's pleading eyes, looked at the white wall opposite and said: "Sister Xi, you know you How many source energy blocks do you owe me?"
Of course, Shen Yixiu didn't know this. She only knew that there were probably a lot of them, and no one made a sound in the quiet ward.
Only Han Qingyu continued speaking seriously:
"The first dollar for sparring is considered your hard-earned money, but the later time when you followed the Scrubbers, it was 4 dollars plus 1 dollar. You got more than me."
"And the usual consumption."
"You also used it more than everyone else in the Nepal training ground, and when you followed me during the robbery, you even missed a piece of it. Did you know that?"
"I actually discovered it at the time, but I had to run away with Da Jian and didn't have time to look back and remind you to find it... I won't mention it, so don't think I don't care."
"Then you divided five yuan that time, let alone other places... Just from last night to today, do you know how much you have used? 7 yuan... almost 8 yuan."
The few remaining people present listened quietly, thinking in their minds... They rarely saw Han Qingyu like this. Although he usually joked, his truth was not secret, and he rarely talked like this.
"You, you are actually calculating."
Shen Yixiu felt wronged, angry and wanted to laugh, but she was so tired and in pain.
"Nonsense, I remember it clearly. I'm not afraid to tell you that I have a small accounting book, which is specially used to count energy blocks."
While Han Qingyu was speaking, he reached into his inner pocket with his left hand and took out a small book with dark green hard cover, about the size of a palm.
Shake it open, and on the pages inside, there are rows of numbers.
"Damn it, it's actually true!"
The account book is true, Wen Jifei cursed, and after a few seconds, he laughed with tears in his eyes and said:
"Look, Sister Xi, this man... has to pay back, otherwise he will cry to death. Do you believe it?"
"……Um."
Shen Yi Xiuxin, because every source energy block Han Qingyu counted just now actually represents a memory of her new life, something they and others have experienced together, starting from when she was a robot sparring partner...
It's just that it was really too short-lived.
The fact is that Shen Yixiu has always known that she may die at any time, but it is good to live like this for a day longer... She gritted her teeth under the iron armor and said:
"However, researchers have said before that there is nothing that can be done, and neither can doctors."
"So the person we are looking for is not a doctor, and he is not here to remove your armor."
There was no other way. The person they were looking for through Xin Yaoqiao was named Jiang Chou, but few people knew it, or those who knew it rarely called him by his name. They usually called him "that die-hard blacksmith." ", is a "blacksmith".
Not long ago, he helped Han Qingyu forge a new knife. According to Xin Yaoqiao, he may be one of the people in Weilan who understands Death Iron best.
In the current situation, Xi Mei cannot use medicine, instill source energy, or replace the armor. They can only try to penetrate and repair it from the outside of the armor. The repair is naturally not just a matter of covering it with a layer of dead iron. It is related to the entire circulatory system. Balance and operation, everything has to be precise and precise.
Because Shen Yixiu's survival itself is the only special case at present. No one knows which string of the iron armor will accidentally move, which will kill her.
Every second of waiting was painful.
Shen Yixiu endured the pain and stopped speaking. Instead, everyone kept talking to her, saying delicious things to tantalize her, saying fun things to tease her, and also saying some things to make her angry. Yes, he kept shouting, kept shouting... because he was afraid that she would no longer listen.
In this way, every noise and the sound of an airplane can make everyone present happy and nervous at the same time.
"I might as well go to the airport and wait there. I'll bring him over as soon as he arrives."
Xin Yaoqiao made a suggestion herself. Although there were people waiting at the airport, she still wanted to see her earlier.
Han Qingyu nodded and said, "Thank you."
It was 8 o'clock in the morning when Xin Yaoqiao left, and the sound of footsteps came around 8:40. Han Qingyu's hearing was very good, and he could hear the footsteps of several people.
Then when we got to the door, there were only two people left.
"Come on, come on." Xin Yaoqiao ran in a hurry. When he entered the door, he immediately turned sideways to let out the person behind him, the blacksmith.
Because of the relationship with the blacksmith, Han Qingyu and others had subjectively imagined the man as a middle-aged strong man with a beard, but this was not the case when they met.
A man in his twenties who was wearing glasses, fair-skinned and even a little thin, was standing there carrying a toolbox. Behind him, many people moved in a lot of equipment that Han Qingyu and others could not understand, almost filling the entire ward.
When they met, he just nodded and walked directly to the source energy warehouse to observe and use tools to measure the data.
Xin Yaoqiao had already told him everything that needed to be said on the way.
"I know she... is a very special machine." It's just a machine. After saying this, the blacksmith named Jiang Chou turned around and took a look at Han Qingyu.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Wen Jifei stepped forward to say a few words.
"Don't ask me, I'm not a doctor. Matters of life and death are not my business. I'm here just because it's a very interesting thing to repair the internal circulation system of the only dead iron source in history. Even if it fails, it's still a problem." A valuable study and experiment.”
While Jiang Chou was directing the people he brought to arrange the work site, his expression and tone were very calm when he spoke, not like arrogance or indifference, but just a statement.
Xin Yaoqiao stood next to Han Qingyu, tugged at his clothes and said, "Now you know why everyone calls him the die-hard blacksmith, right? You must add the word die."
Han Qingyu didn't say anything. It's normal for geniuses to be abnormal.
"It might be painful, because I can only deal with machinery." Jiang Chou suddenly turned to Shen Yixiu and said something while he was busy.
"It's okay, I'm not afraid." A weak but firm voice came from the armor.
"That's good." After Jiang Chou responded, he walked up to Han Qingyu, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me at least two metal blocks, not too small, and another 20 source energy blocks... I'm not charging you. In terms of money, you guys Just pay the cost of the plane, but the only thing that can really melt dead iron is source energy, and this time it's not the craft of making knives."
Han Qingyu turned around and signaled to Wen Jifei.
"Ta, tap... duh."
Three metal blocks and thirty blue crystal energy blocks were placed on the table.
Then he insisted and said: "Thank you, please."
Looking up at Han Qingyu, Jiang Chou hesitated, then nodded, "Xin Yaoqiao, please stay and watch. After all, I am a stranger. You go out first. If you fail... I will try my best to notify you to come in and see you one last time."
He set up a simple workshop and asked to cut off all energy supplies, saying that any external things might interfere with the reconstruction of the internal circulation.
Han Qingyu let go, stood up, and then leaned down again, holding Tuo Xiu's cheek, "Remember you said that after you win, you will come to our hometown to play with us." After saying that, he turned around.
"Don't worry, we won't sell you as scrap metal when you come." Wen Jifei said with a smile and turned his back.
Under the iron armor, Xi Mei hummed softly but firmly.
…………
Under the side wall downstairs of the hospital, five people, He Tangtang, Wen Jifei, Han Qingyu, Liu Shiheng, and Wu Shi, sat in a row against the wall.
"You guys think, when Sister Xi gets better, should we be nicer to her?" The silent atmosphere made people feel uneasy. Liu Shiheng took the initiative to find something to say, smiled and said, "For example, be less angry with her."
"Then, of course not." Han Qingyu said, picking the grass blade in his mouth and replacing it with one. The bitter grass blade made him sober.
It's been almost forty minutes.
Forty-five minutes.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps. Xin Yaoqiao ran down the stairs, went out, and stood there, looking around anxiously.
All five people saw her, but none of them called out to her at the first time, and they didn't dare to call her.
In the end, it was Xin Yaoqiao himself who quickly saw them. He stood there from a distance, sniffed and said, "Xiuxiu's own source energy blocks have begun to be supplied."
After saying that, she turned around and ran back upstairs quickly.
The five people under the wall were silent and looked at each other, understanding that this probably meant that the internal circulation system was beginning to recover.
There were no excited screams or celebrations. As Wen Jifei escaped from the cigarette pack and divided the cigarettes, he said, "I'm scared to death."
"Yeah." He Tangtang and Liu Shiheng responded.
"If there is something dangerous in the future, I will go with you." Wu Shi said the first sentence from last night to now. His life experience has been from childhood to now. He has become accustomed to losing people around him. He also heard that in the blue On the front line, sacrifice is common, but from last night to now, what he saw and felt seemed not to be like this.
He said this to Han Qingyu.
At the same time, Wen Jifei's cigarette happened to be sent to Han Qingyu, "Qingzi, do you want one too? Qingzi... Qingzi?!"
Han Qingyu lowered his head and fell asleep.
Until this moment, he had not yet changed out of the blood-stained combat uniform.
"He fell asleep." Someone said in the distance. In fact, in the past forty minutes, Nie Xiaozhen and the female team members happened to have not gone far. They saw it and were watching from behind a tree not far away.
There is something silent but touching that can be felt but hard to describe.
"Okay, let's go. Stop watching. If you watch again, I'm afraid I won't be able to get married." The short-haired female team member made a joke and said with a smile, "Let's go, Xiaozhen, are you going?"
"Let's go." Nie Xiaozhen took another look, turned around, and left with his teammates.
"Are you afraid that it will be difficult to get married in the future?" After walking a little further, someone started to tease her.
"You have to get married, and you have to tell this story to your children in the future. It would be a pity not to tell such a good story." Nie Xiaozhen said with a smile.
The world is not crazy, so there will be pounding hearts. The world is not crazy, so not everyone's every heartbeat must have results.
In the future, you can go to his team to popularize science and perform, and then exclude him, and feel happy... You can also tell your children about the legend of the Nepalese training ground, about the strongest Han Qingyu in ten years, who sent flowers to his mother, begging to see it Mom danced, but she didn't even let him watch.
