Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 143 Company News, Baboon Examiner
The golden and red twilight burned on the waves of the sea.

The lighthouse keeper came from a distance, stepping on the gravel of the headland.

People had gathered outside the wall as agreed, and when they saw Lin Bo, they waved the "Stone Tower News" newspaper in their hands at him.

Today's headline is that Shita Town Weixiangmei Food Company was officially established, and Duke Anche of Jinbei City announced his investment. The delicious powder that caused a sensation in Hongdu and shocked the royal family will soon flow into the market.

Since the advent of the laser printer, the circulation of the Shita Town newspaper has skyrocketed. The second issue sold 400 copies, and the third issue sold 800 copies, meaning almost every resident in the town had a copy.

The townspeople now had one more thing to do in their daily lives: reading the newspaper and doing homework. Not everyone was interested in the homework set by the night watchman, but it was at least an interesting topic of conversation. Especially when they came across some health knowledge that was ahead of its time, they would be surprised and exclaim.

Women rose early to discuss the night watchman and his homework in the bakery. Students were ordered by their teachers to finish their homework after class. Fishermen and sailors in the tavern, while drinking, would show their children's homework to their companions, and everyone would praise their children for their intelligence and understanding.

In the evening, people gathered at the lighthouse, taking advantage of the fact that the night watchman had not yet arrived, and gathered in groups of three or four to exchange news and check answers, just like a group of students waiting for an exam outside the teaching building, with arguments breaking out from time to time.

As Lin Bo approached, the townspeople made way for him.

When the door of the lighthouse opened, a red-haired baboon came out, carrying a stool and a small table, placed them in the yard, and then sat upright on the stool.

This was the chief examiner, responsible for marking newspaper exercises. Lin Bo rubbed a pair of thin-framed glasses for it, and after putting them on, the ferocious beast's face became kind and amiable.

A worker with a sore shoulder and neck walked to the table and handed in his homework. He watched the baboon pick up the red ink pen and brush to correct it. He felt nervous, his eyes fixed on the series of check marks, and the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher.

"Full marks!" he shouted.

The crowd behind him cheered for him.

The baboon handed the newspaper back and rang the bell. The worker happily tipped his hat to the big guy and trotted into the lighthouse.

Lin Bo sat under the lamp, checking the network prompts.

[Skill judgment successful, [True Word Illusion] basic proficiency +1]

[Exquisiteness coefficient × 1.5 (slightly ingenious)]

【Health status coefficient × 1.6 (excellent)】

[Inspiration Proficiency +2 (The Terrifying Mask of the Examiner)]

Final calculation result: [Mantra Illusion] proficiency +4.4

Let robots pretend to be baboons to correct the townspeople's homework. They will only care about whether their answers are correct and will not doubt the authenticity of the illusion before their eyes.

Furthermore, grading homework was much faster than seeing a doctor. Even if the visitors didn't have a patient appointment, they would still submit their homework. This face-to-face interaction triggered more frequent illusion proficiency checks.

For Lin Bo, this was also a pleasant surprise.

From time to time, loud shouts could be heard outside the lighthouse. Some idiot had copied homework incorrectly and was being laughed at by the onlookers.

Lin Bo massaged the worker in front of him and used a small needle knife to cut through the fascia that had adhered to his shoulder and neck. However, his most serious injury was the disabled fingers on his left hand.

In his backpack, there is a bundle of metal neurons differentiated from the second generation of fungi. Lin Bo has been running maps with it for three or four days, and these neurons still maintain good vitality. After absorbing water, organic matter and electrical energy, the animistic language they speak is still as lively and enthusiastic as when they just left the fungal mat.

These metal neurons most likely meet the needs of prosthetic transplantation and can survive on their own. After fusing with the host's neuronal cells, they can have a relatively long service life.

Lin Bo held the worker's mutilated, rough hand, examining it closely, pondering the mechanical structure of the prosthetic limb. The worker timidly and shyly twitched his two remaining fingers, but did not forcefully reclaim his crippled hand, allowing the doctor to examine it: coarse hair, bulging veins, thick calluses, and blackened fingernails—a laborer's hand that was anything but beautiful.

Lin Bo came to his senses and let go.

The worker smiled, hid his disabled hand in his pocket, thanked him loudly, and stood up to leave.

"Wait." The night watchman stopped him and handed him a piece of white paper. "Come, register your name and address. I'll send someone to notify you in two days. Come back then."

"What's the matter, night watchman? Is there any sequelae to my shoulder?" The worker took the pen obediently, gripped the pen with his thick fingers, and wrote in large characters.

"I won't harm you. Okay, that's it." Lin Bo smiled and wrote down the disability status on the registration form.

The crazy dwarf's mechanical prosthesis is designed for animals and needs to be redesigned to be used on humans.

Moreover, without using the mantra control technique, connecting metal nerves with pure medical technology is also a complicated operation.

Only by lowering the threshold can we promote it.

He plans to spend some time designing mechanical prosthetic limbs for human limbs to restore the quality of life for the disabled people in Shita Town.

He has registered all the disabled people who come to Dengta for medical treatment. And this is just a small number of people.

Amputation surgery was very common in this era. Minor injuries and illnesses could result in the patient being put on the doctor's theatrical operating table and having his hands and feet cut off with a saw in public.

Lin Bo heard that the doctors at the clinic would apply whale oil mixed with herbs to wounds. This is an ancient folk remedy in the Windward Islands that can reduce the mortality rate from infection.

Besides its ability to isolate microorganisms, the magical energy contained in whale oil also had a slight healing effect. This, even if it was a fortuitous result, increased the injured person's chances of survival.

Lin Bo has very few medicines that can treat infections. Apart from herbs and alcohol, the best one is the high-function hemostatic gel dropped in the [Distant Star Botanical Garden] copy, which can kill most of the microorganisms in the wound.

The sooner you get the technical information of Voyager Company, the better.

After nightfall, Lin Bo once again recruited teammates on the public screen of the [Distant Star Botanical Garden] channel.

He is going to challenge an extremely difficult dungeon for a nine-person team tomorrow, but the online players don't seem very interested and their words are filled with fear.

[Swift Shadow Beast]: Friends, listen to my advice, sign up quickly, you won’t be cheated. There is a super thigh brother in the team
[Astrology Fan]: I uploaded a six-person difficult running record, you can refer to the strength of our team
[Gunshot]: Want to experience the thrill of being carried around the map by a tough guy or a tough girl without getting hurt? Sign up now, we're short three players for six!
After Lin Bo sent the message, his teammates online immediately jumped up and cheered for him.

After a while, three old players were tricked into joining the team. They originally belonged to a four-person team, but one of their teammates accidentally died in battle. In the past two days, he was in a weak state and unable to run around the map. The remaining three came to the team formed by Lin Bo.

Everyone introduces themselves as usual in the team channel.

Good morning, noon and evening everyone, I am a level 6 magician, a full-time alchemist, good at healing, and also has some long-range skills.

[No Trace]: Level 7 Trickster, this dungeon is not very friendly to me (bitter), so now I have learned to put bombs into the enemy's body (smile)

[Desolate Whirl]: Level 6 warlock, good at melee and ranged combat, please take good care of me.

After deciding on the team members, Lin Bo exited the team channel and began his nightly study schedule.

(End of this chapter)