Lin Qi tinkered in the workshop all afternoon. It wasn't until around six or seven in the evening that he finally emerged and returned to the first floor.
Lin Xin, Liu Xuan, Doctor Lin, and Sister Li were all there. The old doctor and Sister Li looked as if they had just come upstairs.
Lin Xin shot Sister Li an incredibly strange look. "Sister Li, all this..."
Lin Xin didn't finish her sentence. Having grown up in a Prosthetic Clinic, she didn't need any tools. She could tell just by the sound of Sister Li's movements as she walked.
'Her body is already 30% prosthetic. What kind of Kool-Aid did that old man get her to drink?'
When Sister Li saw Lin Xin, an unnatural flush crept onto her face. She was clearly embarrassed.
She was from the Eastern Alliance, a rather staunch opponent of prosthetics.
But after two days of Doctor Lin's sales pitches, she had begun to waver.
