Shelter No. 404's medical room.
Luo Hua opened his eyes on the scanning bed, his gaze met with a silvery-white ceiling. He tried to sit up but found the effects of the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, leaving his body unresponsive.
Except for his left hand—
Looking at the biomechanical prosthetic in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow.
At that moment, a strange voice came from the side.
"Yo, awake?"
Luo Hua slowly moved his neck, looking towards a strange man standing by the window. Just as he was about to ask where he was, he suddenly noticed fine threads, like strands of hair, floating around the man's arm.
He recognized that object—it was a "scalpel" used for minimally invasive surgery on neurons, commonly seen with large medical devices used for prosthetic modification surgeries.
Only those obsessed with Prosperous Epoch Technology to the point of near-paranoia would equip such things on a biomechanical prosthetic...