Chapter 1503 Not even a single chopstick picked up

after an hour.

A man walked in carrying a bowl of vermicelli.

The doctor pushed the bowl to the table and handed over his chopsticks, "Master Jue, please pick up these fans and put them into another bowl."

Mo Nanjue had a cold handsome face, obviously unwilling. The man said hurriedly, "These are the inspection items that Master An has prescribed before... It's all written on it."

Mo Nanjue glanced at it and then reached out to take the chopsticks.

He picked up the vermicelli in the bowl, but only as the vermicelli was very slippery. He moved it to the edge and then slid it back into the bowl. Mo Nanjue tried hard with his wrist, but found it difficult to lift it up again.

I repeated it more than a dozen times, but I didn't even pick up a chopstick.

When the doctor saw this, his expression became gloomy, he removed the fan and then lifted up a small safe.

"Master Jue, please open the safe."

Mo Nanjue reached out and grasped the handle of the cabinet door. He tried to pull it out, but by this time the effect of the stimulant had completely faded. No matter how hard he pulled, he could not pull it away.

Mo Nanjue wanted to clench his fist, but his right hand suddenly began to tremble violently. He pursed his thin lips and had no strength to withdraw his hand.

After a series of examinations, the doctor pulled out his chair and sat down.

Mo Nanjue raised his head, sweat beads rolling down his delicate side face. It was just a movement of raising his hand, but it was already laborious.

The doctor pushed the report in front of him, "Young Master Jue, you have seen it yourself. If you completely lose the assistance of stimulants, you have lost the most basic living ability. Your muscle atrophy is now quite serious. I recommend that you be hospitalized for treatment."

treat……"

"I won't be hospitalized," Mo Nanjue narrowed his peach blossom eyes, "Let's get straight to the point. I don't want to talk about anything else."

"As for the neurological actuator, I think Mr. An has also told you that this thing is indeed useful, but... it hurts, it will be very painful, it cannot be used with an anesthesia machine, and it is implanted into the nerve, so we can't do it yet.

Make sure there are no side effects, just in case..." The doctor looked a little embarrassed, "This is a project developed by Mr. An. He is not here now, so we don't dare..."

Mo Nanjue looked at his trembling right hand. The muscles in his upper arm were bouncing. His fingertips seemed to be clamped by something. They were too heavy to lift. He looked away and asked, "When can the surgery be performed?"

"this……"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes coldly. Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly said, "If surgery is necessary, it will be done in two or three days. We will make arrangements here and let you know when the time comes."

Mo Nanjue put his left hand on the table and tried to stand up, but his legs had no strength at all. He closed his eyes, raised his hand to his forehead, and said, "Go get the stimulants."

"Young Master Jue, you are really not suitable to be here now..."

"I told you to get it!"

"……yes."

The nurse hurriedly went to get the stimulant, and Mo Nanjue reached out to take it. He held the needle with his slender fingers and pricked it into his left arm.

The nerves contracted suddenly and gradually regained consciousness after being stimulated. Mo Nanjue threw away the needle and stood up. The doctor sent him out, "Young Master Jue... there is something I have to say."

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets and walked downstairs, "Say."

"Even if the operation is successful, the neurological actuator can only be used a few times. Every time it is installed and disassembled, it is painful, and your muscles are atrophic very quickly." The doctor took courage, "At this rate, you will only have half a year."

The lifespan is around 10%, and if you don’t stay in the hospital, it will be even shorter.”
Chapter completed!