Two days later!
Lin Fan was in the research lab, producing sets of perfect artificial limbs one by one. Although it took very long, he would definitely be able to resolve the problem for the children in Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute.
*Ding ding!*
Lin Fan answered the call.
"Brother Lin, how are things going?" asked Zhao Zhongyang anxiously through the phone. He didn't know how the situation now. Brother Lin hadn't been to Cloud Street in a few days. Initially, Zhao Zhongyang hadn't dared to call for fear of disturbing Brother Lin.
But as time passed, and with the rest of them in the shop urging him, he decided to call.
"Things are going pretty well."
Zhao Zhongyang: "Brother Lin, does that mean you've succeeded?"
He didn't ask too directly. If Brother Lin didn't answer this question, he wouldn't ask more. However, he felt that it would have a pretty big impact on Brother Lin if it failed.
