The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 117 The old lady is seriously ill, Mr. Shen, please hurry up! (Subscribe)
"This...does anyone really need to be repaired..."

Shen Le smiled stiffly. The objects and the like have become spirits. Couldn't they use the demonic energy to nourish themselves?
Just like his little wooden puppet and little inkstone, they never needed repairs. Even the box of saws, planes, chisels and hammers, little inkstone never asked him to repair them.

Do they need to repair those weapon monsters that are stronger than them?

Isn't it?

“It is indeed necessary!”

Doctor Qin nodded as if it was a matter of course:

"Who wouldn't want to walk around after becoming a demon? Climb some mountains, take a walk, just in case you get into a fight with someone, or if your original body is fragile, it will be broken when you become a demon—"

For example, he had seen many pieces of porcelain broken into pieces!
"Then they..."

Can't find anyone to repair it? Shen Le swallowed the words silently. There were so many artifacts contaminated with demonic energy piled up in the warehouse of the Special Affairs Department. If no one could be found to repair them, how could the artifact demon find someone to repair it?

Because they have money?

"They trust me?"

"Of course I am worried - but I am more confident than others." Doctor Qin laughed:
"I heard about you from the boss lady. I've always had a good relationship with them and there's no bad record. If these little guys are fixed--"

He pointed at the clothes that Shen Le had sorted out and put into the disinfection cabinet:

"If there is a chance, I will introduce you to each other?"

"Let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later." Shen Le laughed.

For the time being, he decided to forget about repairing monsters. He was not sure if he could defeat them, and he was not sure if he could control the new monsters if they started to cause trouble.

Besides, he has a lot of work on hand now, and there are three cultural relics piled up in the warehouse, waiting to be restored and make money!
Shen Le waited patiently for a day, took back the clothes that had been disinfected and free of mold, and devoted himself to the cleaning and dust removal work.

He placed the clothes he had received one by one on a plastic mesh, with absorbent cotton cloth underneath, and laid them flat on the glass plate;
Then use a soft brush dipped in Wahaha purified water, gently rub it on the clothes to allow the detergent to penetrate, and then brush with 35-degree warm water.

Don't dip too much water, because if you pour too much water on the fabric, it will damage the fabric.

It cannot be less either. If it is less, the brush will be too rough when rubbing on the fabric, and the direct friction between the brush and the fabric will damage the fabric due to lack of lubrication.

Relying on the little experience he had gained from repairing fabrics during his undergraduate studies, Shen Le dipped the brush into water and gently swung it. Swung it once, then again.

Well, the brush is full of water. It won't drip immediately after you pick it up. If you wait a while, water droplets will condense and drip down. Perfect!
In this way, the brush can fall on the fabric, wash it piece by piece, and move it while washing. From time to time, lift the gauze and replace it with a piece of absorbent cotton cloth until there is no foam.

After cleaning a small piece of clothing, Shen Le stood up, twisted his neck, moved his shoulders, and felt that every bone in his body was stiff.

Turning my head again, I saw dozens of tops, pants, skirts, and dresses scattered around...

"I wish I knew some magic... I could use a cleaning spell to get rid of all the dust and all that... Why don't you use some magic on this copper piece..."

The copper piece was silent. Shen Le took it out, squeezed it twice, shook it twice, and then put it back and continued working.

I laid out the gauze, put some cotton cloth under it, and took out the clothes to be cleaned. Just as I was about to dip the pen, my hand suddenly paused:
and many more!

Magic or something, maybe I can find a way!
He ran to the corner and picked up a pile of rags. He flipped through them, pulled out a clean one, wiped the floor with it, and then turned it over and wiped it hard.

After making sure that the dust was all over the place, even in the gaps between the fabrics, he placed the rag over the plastic mesh and called out:

"A small oil lamp!"

[Why don’t you call my name…]

The light flickered and then dimmed. I don't know where the small oil lamp usually plays, but wherever there are electric lights, electrical appliances, and wires, Shen Le can call it out.

However, today's little oil lamp doesn't seem very happy:
[They all have names! The little wooden puppet is called Xiao Ling, the little inkstone is called Zheng Mo, but I don’t have a name. Every time I’m called, I’m called “Little Oil Lamp, Little Oil Lamp”! ]

Shen Le was sweating. Little oil lamp, we have to be reasonable!

When I first got home, I asked you what your name was, or what name you wanted to be called! It was you who didn't want it!

What? You want it today and come to argue with me, saying that they all have names but you don’t?

[I want a name! I want a name too! ! ! ]

The fluorescent lights in front of the workbench were so bright that it was blinding. Shen Le had no choice but to raise his hands and try to appease her:

"Okay, okay, a name is a name. What name do you want? Did your previous master give you a name?"

There was no need to reason with the little oil lamp. The little guy was ignorant before, and only became a little smarter after he fixed him up. At most, he was equivalent to a child of a few years old.

By the way, it suddenly started clamoring for a name today. Could it be that it absorbed the power of the thunder tribulation and its mind grew further?

Shen Le didn't know the answer, and had no way to compare it - unless the next peony flower demon came here to endure the tribulation, and the little oil lamp took another bite of the power of the thunder tribulation, it could become a little smarter.

But now, he could only talk to Xiaoyoudeng in a nice tone:

"What was your former master's last name? Do you want to take his last name?"

The flickering of the fluorescent lamp slowed down and even dimmed, as if there were too many questions, and the small oil lamp was confused. It hesitated for a long time before slowly answering:

[I don't know... I just want a name... The previous owner... I don't know... What was his last name? ]

Well, it's impossible to expect Xiaoyoudeng to come up with a name on his own. Shen Le asked tentatively:

"Then how about I give you a name? Which name do you think sounds better? Deng Deng? Ah Deng? Xiao Ming? Xiao Liang?" [None of them sounds good! None of them sounds good!]

The fluorescent light suddenly flashed at an alarming frequency of 20 times per second. Shen Le had to close his eyes tightly and raise his hands to cover his eyelids. He thought carefully and said patiently:
"Let's put it this way... You are an oil lamp, and you can control all kinds of electric lights, so there is a 'lamp' in your name.

The first time I saw your memory was when you were my first owner, reading New Youth under the lamp.

So, let's take one character from each of them and call you 'Qingdeng', okay? I remember there was a very powerful monster called Qingxuandeng, and there's only one character difference between your name and hers..."

[Green lamp, green lamp...]

The little oil lamp muttered this new name several times, and suddenly became cheerful. A ball of silver light as big as a goose egg jumped out from the fluorescent lamp, splitting into dozens or hundreds of silver beads, flying all over the sky:
[My name is Qingdeng! My name is Qingdeng! I have a name!!!]

The silver beads flew far away, crackling. After a while, the crackling sound came from the workshop of Xiao Modou on the west side and the yard of the big camphor tree A Lu on the east side:

[My name is Qingdeng! Remember, call me Qingdeng from now on! ]

Shen Le smiled slightly. He let the small oil lamp fly and celebrate for a long time before calling it down and discussing with a pleasant face:

"Qingdeng, take a look at this cloth. I remember that you can control static electricity, right? Can you try to use static electricity to suck out the dust from this cloth?"

[I’ll try…]

A silver bead flew out, floating slowly, and landed on the rag. When it was about 10 centimeters away from the rag, countless silver rays suddenly appeared.

The silver light became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared, and the rag began to bounce gently. A hazy gray mist flew above, from less to more, from sparse to dense:

it works!

Really useful!

Using static electricity to absorb dust and transfer them from the surface and gaps of fabrics really works!
Shen Le raised the vacuum cleaner and sucked it vigorously to remove the dust. He repeated this two or three times, and the rag was as clean as new. All the dust that had been deliberately rubbed on both sides disappeared.

Shen Le observed carefully with a magnifying glass and found that the longitude and latitude of the rag were not affected by the violent pulling, nor were there any blackened marks from electric burns.

He then tried using curtains, window screens, cotton shirts, and various fabrics. The green lamp performed stably and efficiently:

"Well done! Qingdeng, come and dust off this dress..."

The silver light turned into electric wires, and the electric wires turned into electric mist, which fell down in a hazy manner. Shen Le was concentrating and used his spiritual eyes to check:
"Very good, very useful!"

The electric mist passed by, and the slight smell on the cloth was not burned away. Instead, it had an exceptionally bright and uplifting smell.

Perhaps it was because the dust had cleared and light had emerged, and the breath flowed more and more clearly; or perhaps it was because the static electricity carried the generative power of the thunder tribulation, which additionally inspired their strength.

All in all, Qingdeng's dust removal work will not harm these fabrics, but will be beneficial to them!

Very good, this batch of clothes will be dusted off by the small oil lamp, so he doesn't have to brush and dry them one by one, and he has to set up a separate ventilated room to dry them!
Shen Leteng took action, one piece at a time, completing the rust removal, corrosion prevention and protection work on the hardware, and tried to assemble it to make sure it worked well.

The handrail, the elevator car, and the clock as the power and timing device. Put them back one by one, make sure the clock starts moving and the elevator car can go up and down with it...

Nine days passed in a flash. Shen Le removed all the paint from the doll cabinet, wiped off the softener, and clamped it between the plexiglass to make it flat.

He was rubbing his hands together and was about to start the last step, repainting the paint on the doll cabinet, when he suddenly received a call from Gu Yulin:
"Mr. Shen, how is the repair of the doll cabinet going?"

"what happened?"

Shen Le's heart skipped a beat. He had already put aside all other cultural relics and worked overtime to restore this one with all his heart, but the time required to restore cultural relics was just that long.

Now it seems that if the repairs can be completed in half a month, it will be a great fortune...

"The old lady is not well? - Alzheimer's disease, is it developing so rapidly? Or..."

The last time we met, the old lady was occasionally lucid, but confused most of the time, and she could still communicate with people.

Over the past month or two, has your condition suddenly worsened, causing you to ask about the doll cabinet?
It shouldn't be possible. The progression of Alzheimer's disease is quite slow, and it takes several decades to develop slowly.

Now she's suddenly looking for him, could it be that something else happened to the old lady?

"The situation is not good." Gu Yulin said solemnly on the other end of the phone:
"The old lady was diagnosed with intestinal tumor. The doctor's opinion now is that she should undergo surgery as soon as possible."

Shen Le gasped. An elderly man in his eighties undergoing tumor surgery...

For elderly people of this age, let alone the recovery after surgery, they are old and weak, and most of them have various underlying diseases. They may not be able to survive the anesthesia and cannot leave the operating table...

"When will it be done?"

He asked anxiously. Gu Yulin's voice was dim:

"The old lady has underlying diseases. She is currently undergoing a complete examination and is hospitalized to adjust her blood pressure and blood sugar. The doctor said that depending on the effect of the adjustment, she will have surgery in about three to seven days. We want to--"

You want the old lady to take a look at her beloved doll cabinet before she goes on the operating table, so that she will have fewer regrets, right?

"I understand." Shen Le took a deep breath. He went over the following steps in his mind and his voice suddenly became firm:

"I'll rush the work and try to finish it in two days!"

——Xiao Ling, Zheng Mo, Qing Deng, get to work!!!
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