Tong Ran raised her legs and walked over. After seeing her, Chen An turned over the stack of A4 paper and pressed it with a cup.

Tong Ran sat down next to Mo Nanjue, "What's wrong?"

Mo Nanjue reached out to her and said, "It's okay."

Tong Ran remembered Chen An’s actions just now, and glanced at the stack of A4 paper, and always felt a little strange, "What were you just talking about?"

"Things between men."

"I can't know?"

Tong Ran looked at Chen An, Chen An shrugged his shoulders, and Mo Nanjue leaned into her ears when he saw this, "Would you like to listen to how hard it can last longer?"

"go!"

Tong Ran's face turned red, and Chen An knew that Mo Nanjue must have said nothing serious. He coughed lightly, "By the way, it's not a good situation to bring those two people back."

"What's wrong?" Tong Ran raised his head nervously, "Is he seriously injured?"

"Well, the man's head was injured and he had 7 stitches. The woman's right hand was very red and swollen, and they were all beaten by iron sticks," Chen An said, shook his head, "Luo Xiao is so cruel. He can attack both elders."

"Then how are they now?"

"In the room on the second floor, the servants are guarding outside the door, you can go and have a look." Chen An pointed upstairs.

Tong Ran stood up, Mo Nanjue turned his head and looked at him, "Let the servant go in with you."

"Don't worry."

Chen An looked up at Tong Ran's back and disappeared at the stairs. He turned his head and cut back the topic, "Jue, are you really not going to tell her?"

"You dare say I plan on your legs."

Mo Nanjue reached out and picked up the stack of A4 paper, "What did you think this thing is called?"

"This was invented by several friends and I. The name has not been decided yet," Chen An took out one of them, with a detailed picture on it, and he handed it over, "You can call it... a neurotic aid."

Mo Nanjue frowned, the drawings were very complicated, he glanced a few times, "Assist?"

"Yes, simply put, neuromuscular atrophy is a disorder of the peripheral nervous system. This heritable disease can cause severe pain in the shoulders and arms, and then temporary paralysis," Chen An reached out to his left and right hands. "The characteristic of hereditary neuromuscular atrophy is that it causes periodic pain in the shoulders and arms and hands, and then paralyzing in some areas. This is the case."

Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips, "So?"

Chen An glanced at him, "Although there are some people who are desperate for life who will inject stimulants into themselves and resist treatment, which will make the situation worse and worse. Once the pain worsens, the nerves will lose control. Not to mention raising your hand, you won't even lower your head at that time."

Mo Nanjue didn't want to hear this, so he flipped through the A4 paper, "How to use this aid?"

"We are still developing. Simply put, we use a few thin wires with tiny and controllable current to penetrate through the nerves of your hands and feet, and suture them in a special way. Once you have paralysis, the current can stimulate your nerves so that you will not be unable to move."

“Time to change?”

"I don't know yet, but it certainly can't be too long, because this thing is put into your hands and feet. There are too many uncontrollable factors, and further experiments are needed," Chen An's eyes swept over the paper in his hand. "You are unwilling to be hospitalized. This is the only best way to guarantee that you will not have an accident because of sudden powerlessness."
Chapter completed!