Words couldn't describe the emotions of the people who had been standing there for more than seven hours.
The people who had been through so much were cheering with their bodies to release their exhaustion.
At this moment, nationality didn't matter.
This moment was a celebration for the vulnerable people who had lost their hands.
Like sharks that had smelled blood, the reporters moved as quickly as they could. They began to frantically take pictures of the scene with their cameras.
Bronshear stood outside the line and looked at the excited crowd with a detached gaze.
He didn't have to wait in line, so he was much calmer than these people.
The Primordial Spirit Hand was only the beginning of the physical test.
Just wait and see.
The crowd would soon calm down. Then, under the scorching sun, they would turn into wilted plants, unwilling to move even an inch.
It would take less than a minute, Bronshear thought.
But only ten seconds had passed.
Bronshear's eyes widened. He gasped with his mouth agape.
He, who was not involved in the matter, discovered a very terrifying thing.
The two long lines were actually moving slowly.
Bronshear swore that he wasn't mistaken. The person who had been standing at the entrance of Mead Hospital was a beautiful Hua Xia girl.
Now she had already walked two steps forward.
The distance between the two of them was only two small steps in the crowd.
But these two small steps spread like a virus in the line. Everyone who saw an empty space in front of them followed suit. They looked even more surprised.
Before Bronsheere could exclaim in surprise, another spot at the front of the group was left empty.
Twenty seconds later, the fourth space was empty.
The young black man who was queuing for Blonshear noticed the situation as well. His smile froze in an instant. He could only walk forward. His dream of earning three thousand dollars a day was gone.
Five minutes later, Bronshear had walked ten meters forward.
Twenty minutes later, Bronshear used his abnormally strong left hand to pull the black guy out of the line and take his place.
Because the line was almost at the entrance of Mead Hospital.
Before he could protest angrily, Blonshear stuffed twenty hundred-dollar bills into his pocket. The black guy smiled apologetically and took the umbrella from Bronshear's arm. He opened it and held it for him.
Step by step, Bronshear moved closer to the Hope Temple with every step he took.
Soon, Bloomshire saw a brand-new modern building made entirely of steel and glass. At the top of the building, the Monster Industries logo shone brightly.
The people in line were cheering and celebrating with even louder voices.
No one felt tired, and all the terrible bodily reactions disappeared in an instant.
When Bronhill was only ten meters away from the building, he started to tremble uncontrollably. A sudden sense of worry crept into his heart.
Could this be a dream?
Just like three years ago, when his father took him to a world-renowned medical rehabilitation facility in New York to install the so-called "world's most advanced" electromyographic prosthetic hand?
Even after three years, every time Bloomshire saw the electromyography device in the drawer collecting dust, he had the urge to run to New York and beat the crap out of the doctor who had lied to him.
At some point, Blonshear was pushed by someone.
When he raised his head again, he found himself standing in front of a counter.
Two nurses were standing in front of the counter. One of them said in English, "Please show me your passport and the wrist you need to install the primordial spirit hand on."
Blonhill handed over his passport with trembling hands and showed his empty left wrist.
With a beep, the passport was verified by the scanner.
Bronshear was also invited in.
Passing through the yellow line, Bronshear walked to the lobby.
There were more than thirty counters, and Bronshear saw many foreigners and Chinese sweating profusely as they swiped their cards and counted their cash.
For Hua Xia people, it was forty-two thousand yuan. For foreigners, it was more than sixty thousand yuan.
Bronshear didn't want to know why foreigners charged twenty thousand yuan more. He only knew that it was less than his business class ticket.
After paying the fee, Bronshear received an identification card. Using the card, he followed the crowd to the second floor.
The second floor was like a futuristic factory that only existed in sci-fi movies.
Bronshear and everyone else were stunned. On the metal shelves on both sides, there were palms as many as the stars in the sky.
These were the half-finished primordial spirit hands. They were neatly packed together, and each shelf had twelve floors. The number of shelves was uncountable, and it was a huge visual impact.
The palms were made of a material that Bronshear had never seen before. They looked like muscles and steel, with intricate fibers intertwined with each other. They seemed to contain endless power.
When Bronshear saw that someone was taking pictures, he quickly picked up his phone and joined the group of people taking pictures.
Every twenty seconds, the staff would lead a foreigner into a completely sealed room.
Soon, it was Bronshear's turn. Nervous and confused, he was locked in a room.
The room was lit by a white light, and under the light was a device that he had never seen before. He couldn't tell what it was used for. The staff in charge of the device waved at him.
"Don't be nervous. We just need to collect some information."
"Come, put your right arm and left arm on the platform."
Bronshear did as he was told. Then, he felt that the process was too fast. It was so fast that when he put his arms on the platform, two green lasers lit up, and the staff told him that he could leave.
"That's … that's it?"
"That's it. Your primordial spirit hand has entered the customization process. Hurry up, don't delay the people behind you."
"How is that possible? What did you collect?" Bronshear's face turned red. "I want a primordial spirit hand that has the same size and color as my left arm."
"The device only lit up once. You didn't even measure the shape of my right arm?"
The worker glanced at Bronhill with a mocking smile. "Measure with a ruler?"
Bronshear understood the look in the staff's eyes. It was the same look his father gave to the Mexican farmers who snuck over from the border.
…
It turned out that Bronshear was even less knowledgeable than the Mexican farmers.
In front of a white device, Bronshear saw the customization process of his primordial spirit hand.
The staff teased Bronshear, saying that his left arm was so big that it was only one size smaller than the half-finished primordial spirit hand they had in stock.
As for the largest size, it was prepared for a muscular man who was about two meters tall.
Bronshear couldn't hear what the staff was saying.
All his attention was on the white device in front of him.
Through the observation glass, he saw a bionic skin that looked exactly like his own being outlined bit by bit.
It was a processing method that Bronshear had never seen before. If it weren't for a few afterimages moving around the half-finished primordial spirit hand, he would have thought that the bionic skin was naturally grown out by magic.
Bronshear could not help but look at his left hand. He felt like he was hallucinating.
He had an illusion that he was connected to the primordial spirit hand in the observation glass.
That was his right hand. When the staff opened the observation glass and took out the primordial spirit hand, the blood connection was so strong that Bronshear cried on the spot.
It was exactly the same.
With the primordial spirit hand, Bronshear couldn't tell the difference between his left hand and his right hand.
The staff pushed his shoulder. "Okay, okay, let's go to the next step. Don't stand here and waste our time."
The next step was to get the control watch, tactile information collector, and scan the QR code to download the primordial spirit hand app.
The next step was to learn how to operate it.
Mead Hospital arranged for the foreigners to sit in the small soccer field in the hospital. Bronshear and more than two thousand foreigners sat on the field.
The goal was replaced by a makeshift podium and a demonstration screen. Wang Yanyu stood on the podium and looked at them with a smile.
Wang Yanyu was familiar with this scene.
He had watched the live video of the European Medical Union at least ten times, so he was familiar with it too.
A week ago, the person on the podium announced the arrival of the primordial spirit hand to the world in front of everyone in France.
At that time, the two sides were filled with media.
Today, there were even more media around the podium, more than two hundred of them.
There were even more media who didn't have a seat and could only interview outside the hospital.
"Hello everyone, I'm your teacher."
"I might have to give a dozen lectures today. Time is limited, so I'll skip the pleasantries and talk about topics unrelated to the primordial spirit hand.
"You must have noticed that the primordial spirit hand can't work yet because it hasn't been remotely activated."
Wang Yanyu snapped his fingers with his left hand. His voice was broadcasted through the loudspeaker and covered the entire soccer field.
"In three seconds, I will unlock all of your primordial spirit hands."
"One, two, three."
After three counts, the foreigners on the field with different skin colors found that the control watch on their wrist was vibrating. At the same time, the connection between the primordial spirit hand and the limb was tightening.
It was as if the primordial spirit hand had come alive and was more closely connected to them.
"Haha …"
"Do you want to experience pain?" Wang Yanyu picked up the tactile information collector on the podium and held it up high. "Now, please take this out and follow me through the following steps."
Stick it on the other hand or on other sensitive areas and use the probe to stimulate the area regularly. It would collect bioelectric signals that could trigger a tactile response and let the primordial spirit hand match the most suitable tactile information.
When all this was done, Wang Yanyu asked everyone to hit their primordial spirit hand.
The next second …
It was as if God himself had arrived.
Bronshear, who hit his primordial spirit hand, knelt on the ground and screamed at the top of his lungs.
What did he feel?
Ever since he lost his right hand, he could only experience it through his own imagination in his dreams.
It was pain. It came from the primordial spirit hand and it was clear as day.
It was warmth. It came from the primordial spirit hand and it was the same warmth as his skin.
Everyone was roaring, crying, and praying for God.
If this was pain, they were willing to suffer for the rest of their lives.
"Alright, alright, calm down," Wang Yanyu shouted like a teacher lecturing his students.
"There are many more types of tactile sensations. You can experience them yourself in the future."
"Next, I will teach you how to train your primordial spirit hand to be as flexible as your real hand."
"Even more flexible than your real hand."
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