Hanna's surgery had gone very smoothly, which was evident from the fact that she walked out of the operating room by herself.
"Are these all prostheses? They look no different from a normal person's."
After assessing Hanna's slender arms for over ten seconds, Song Lan let out a sigh typical of the poor. It was only after arriving in the Seventh District that he realized the prosthetics of the upper-class tended to be seamless and indistinguishable from those of normal people.
They seemed to call this the minimalist style.
After getting familiar with Song Lan and others, Hanna became much more cheerful. She gestured with her right hand in front of Song Lan, and the blazing heat of the blade instantly raised the temperature in the hallway, "Actually, I had planned to replace it with a thermal cutting blade before, but due to limitations on my modification level, I hadn't been able to switch."
Hanna maintained a positive and optimistic attitude towards the changes in her body.
