Customizing the prosthetics went more smoothly than Wang Tao had anticipated, and he didn't even have to spend any money.
"Old Xiang, after we move to our new home, I will take you to the Hope Research Institute. You must cooperate well!"
Wang Tao patted Xiang Hongbin's shoulder, his tone grave and earnest.
"I suddenly feel that wearing this ordinary prosthetic limb is quite good…"
Xiang Hongbin spoke up weakly.
"Hmm?"
Wang Tao had never seen Xiang Hongbin like this before; it was said that even at the moment of his sacrificial charge, he was spirited and passionate.
"Didn't you say before that you'd rather die standing than live kneeling? You said that being disabled is no different from being dead…"
Wang Tao frowned.
"Cough, that was before. I've come to terms with it now. Sometimes it's quite nice to be a disabled person, especially since I have you all protecting me…"
Xiang Hongbin spoke with a little discomfort.
