Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

"Well……"

He Zhenhua let out a muffled groan, and his whole body hunched over as if his bones had been removed.

Cold sweat instantly broke out, soaking through the innermost thermal underwear.

pain.

The pain was excruciating, like having your bones ripped out.

Neuropathic pain, commonly known as "phantom limb pain".

The brain feels that the hand is still there, and that it is burning and twisting.

"Mr. He!"

Sun Erga dropped his cart and rushed over, wanting to help but hesitant to touch him. "What's wrong with you?"

He Zhenhua clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his authority as an engineer.

But his body had already gone limp and uncontrollably.

"Is there any medicine? Where is the medicine?" Erga asked anxiously.

He Zhenhua shook his head with difficulty.

The powerful painkiller was in his pocket.

However, this medicine has severe side effects; taking too much can cause hand tremors and slowed reactions.

As a precision mechanics expert, his biggest fear is trembling hands.

What I fear most is a slow brain response!

He chose...

We'll tough it out!

Anyway, that's how he's managed to get through the past ten years or so.

So that one day I can continue to shine and contribute in a useful way!

"Quick! Call Old Zhang from the infirmary!"

The surrounding workers' eyes were filled with sympathy, but also with helplessness.

Just then, a pungent smell of Chinese medicine forced its way into the crowd.

"Get out of the way! What are you all doing crowding around? Trying to suffocate him?!"

Lin Xi strode in, carrying a glass jar in her hand.

"Manager Lin! Engineer He...!" Sun Erga exclaimed in terror.

"Shut up, carry them out."

Lin Xi pointed to the temporary storeroom next door, "Carry him in and lay him flat on the table."

A few minutes later, in the temporary warehouse.

He Zhenhua lay on two desks pushed together.

She was in so much pain that she was almost delirious, and her lips were marked with a row of bloody welts.

A brand-new "Red Star Forest Oxygen Bar" is right next to it.

Dr. Zhang from the clinic rushed in, panting. Upon seeing the scene, he reached for his stethoscope.

"Dr. Zhang, you should rest."

Lin Xi stopped him, "Neurogenic pain, your stethoscope can't detect it."

"Then what are you doing?"

Dr. Zhang frowned deeply as he watched Lin Xi pull out a dark, gritty object.

"Deputy Manager Lin, this is about treating illnesses and saving lives. What kind of folk remedy are you using?"

The surrounding workers were also muttering to themselves.

A fan? A plaster?

Is this how you hope to cure the illness that has plagued Chief Engineer He for more than ten years?

This is no joke!

In his dazed state, He Zhenhua felt someone pulling at his sleeve.

He struggled to open his eyes, saw Lin Xi, and forced a bitter smile across his pale face:

"Mr. Lin...it's no use..."

"I don't believe in... Traditional Chinese Medicine..."

He was an engineering student who studied in Germany and believed in data and mechanics.

They have a natural aversion to these dark grass roots and tree bark.

"Shut up, save your energy."

Lin Xi did not explain, but applied the jar of high-concentration ointment thickly to the cross-section of He Zhenhua's severed limb.

Then, he moved the "Forest Oxygen Bar" fan onto the table.

The air vent was directly facing the wound, less than ten centimeters away.

Snapped.

Maximum airflow.

There was no whistling sound of the fan blades turning, only an extremely faint hissing sound, like electricity flowing through the air.

"Everyone, step back three meters."

Lin Xi said seriously, "Don't block the flow of negative ions."

Old Zhang: "???"

He was so angry that his mustache stood on end.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

"Can blowing a fan on it really stop the pain?"

Lin Xi ignored him and just stared intently at He Zhenhua's reaction.

In the live stream chat, the chat was flooded with comments:

[This is the principle! A high concentration of negative oxygen ions can instantly change cell membrane permeability!]

[With the addition of ultrasonically extracted medication, the penetration rate is even faster than injection!]

More importantly, high concentrations of negative ions can block abnormal discharges of pain-sensing nerves! This is standard practice in rehabilitation departments now!

One minute.

Two minutes.

The warehouse was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He Zhenhua's furrowed brows did not relax; instead, they furrowed even more.

That's the soreness and swelling caused by the medicine forcibly penetrating the epidermis and stimulating the nerve roots.

The workers looked at each other, and some began to whisper among themselves, thinking that Manager Lin had really messed things up this time.

Dr. Zhang snorted coldly and turned to get the first aid kit.

Sudden--

"call--"

He Zhenhua suddenly let out a long breath.

It was a long breath, as if he was exhaling all the pent-up frustration that had been building up in his chest for ten years.

next second.

The body, which had been taut like a bowstring, suddenly... went limp.

The visible looseness was like that of a machine that had been shut down.

"What happened? Did she faint?" Sun Erga was startled.

Lin Xi made a "shh" gesture.

huh... huh...

A few minutes later, a thunderous snoring sound echoed in the warehouse.

The rhythm is steady, and the voice is full of energy.

Everyone was stunned.

The first aid kit in Dr. Zhang's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Sleeping...asleep?"

He Zhenhua is a severe neurasthenia patient, and it is said that he has not had a full night's sleep in more than ten years.

Now, in this drafty, noisy warehouse, someone has smeared black plaster on it and is blowing on a broken fan...

He actually fell asleep?

And he's sleeping so soundly, so peacefully?

Lin Xi reached out and turned the fan down, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and turned to look at the stunned crowd.

"This is called 'transdermal drug delivery combined with bioelectric therapy'."

Lin Xi was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"The principle is very complicated, and you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"In short, let him sleep here, and no one is allowed to wake him up."

After saying that, Lin Xi walked away with her hands behind her back.

……

He Zhenhua slept for a full eighteen hours.

The next day at noon, when he opened his eyes, he saw mottled cement stains on the ceiling.

Instinctively, he reached for his left hand.

empty.

But this time, the ever-present demon was not there.

There was no burning sensation, no sharp pain, only a warm, comforting feeling, like soaking in lukewarm water.

Disappeared?

The phantom limb pain that tormented him for four thousand days and nights, making him want to jump off the building countless times, has really disappeared?

He Zhenhua sat up abruptly and found himself covered with a military overcoat.

Not far away, Lin Xi was sitting on a small stool.

Holding blueprints in his hand, and munching on a steamed bun in his mouth.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xi turned around and handed over half a steamed bun:

"Awake? Want something to eat?"

He Zhenhua looked at this young man who was more than two cycles younger than him, and felt as if something hard was blocking his throat.

He only cried once in his life, when he received his diploma from the University of Munich.

Even when his arm was blown off in an experimental accident back then.

Looking at the bloody and mangled wound, he didn't shed a single tear, but gritted his teeth and said, "Continue recording data."

But at the moment.

This fifty-year-old tough guy, this man who has been almost deformed by life and illness.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

He trembled as he reached out his only remaining right hand and took the cold steamed bun.

"Manager Lin..."

He Zhenhua's voice was hoarse, with a hint of sob in it.

"My life is yours from now on."

This is not just polite talk.

For an engineer who has been sentenced to death.

Restoring his clear mind and steady hands is more valuable than giving him a mountain of gold!

Lin Xi smiled and draped the coat back over his shoulders:

"Old He, your life is your own; save it to build machines for the country."

"but……"

Lin Xi blinked.

"Now that everything's alright, you have to chair the afternoon meeting. I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."