Chapter 1178 - Broken Arm Regeneration
"Group profit, come here and relax, it won't harm you."
Chen Fei waved at Mori Mixin, then tried hard to open the huge fruit, causing a crack on the surface that was enough for people to drill into.
"Eh?! Eh! Eh..."
The puzzled Maori Mishi thought Chen Fei wanted to treat him to this... Big melon, how should he eat this melon?
It seems like I can’t finish a meal, and I’m so polite to come to the door to bring such a big melon.
She came forward as she said, curiously trying to see what the flesh was, but she didn't prevent Chen Fei from pushing her behind her, stirring her garlic under her feet, and stumbled towards the crack of the fruit. She wanted to reach out and hold the edge of the crack like a conditioned reflex to prevent her body from losing balance. She didn't expect that the crack in front of her was like a big mouth, suddenly opened it, and swallowed herself in unexpectedly.
I felt like I fell into the soft sofa, my whole body was wrapped in a soft feeling from head to toe. I barely turned around and saw Chen Fei standing outside the fruit wavering at me with a smile.
"Just treat it as a sleep, you can see you later!"
"'Rookie', you..."
Mitsuki Mori did not notice that countless silk threads of different thicknesses inside the fruit quickly wrapped around her body, and the cracks shining with light quickly closed. As the last ray of light disappeared, the thick sleepiness pounced on her like a tide, quickly submerging her.
...
I don’t know how long it took, but Mishi Mori was awakened by a noisy sound. The camp consisting of neatly arranged tent groups, just like a refugee camp, is a daily routine.
The body moved slightly, wrinkled pieces, like cardboard-like sheets sliding off the body.
"Ah?"
She sat up in confusion and found that she was lying on the ground at some point, covered with thin things as big as palm fan, as small as fingernails, and many things like filaments wrapped around her, and the same was true under her.
Mishi Maori didn't remember when he covered these things like old paper on him, and they were large and small, with different shapes. Even if they were put on their body steadily, they were not easy. The curtains of the tent were slowly swaying. He didn't have many acquaintances in Kabluff, and now he is temporarily staying on Socotra Island, so it doesn't look like someone's prank.
She touched her body in a daze, her clothes were complete and without missing arms and legs.
Um! No missing arms and legs!
Um? No missing arms or legs?
Um! ! ! No missing arms and legs! ! !
Mishi Mori slowly lowered her head, and her hands were facing the falling sight, with her left hand on her right hand... too? !
"Eh? Hey!~~~~~~~~~~"
The earth-shaking screams of Mishi Mori came from the tent.
Her voice inevitably alarmed the other tents around her. Except for the patrol robots who should have rushed over as soon as possible, they were still on their posts and did not come to check.
"Hey, Miss Maori, are you okay?"
"Is there a cockroach? What a damn little bug, I was taken to the island by someone!"
Someone surrounded Mauri Mixin's tent in groups. After a few days, the neighbors nearby became familiar. After all, most of them were colleagues, but they were divided into different departments and their positions might be of high or low level.
"It's okay, I'm fine, I'm just sleeping."
Mishi Mori quickly pushed open the curtain and walked out to show that he was safe and sound.
Before she walked out of the tent, she glanced at the time and seemed to have only slept for more than two hours.
In just two hours, my broken hand grew back again. It was incredible, as if I was dreaming.
"Miss Maori, your hand..."
Some people were sharp-eyed and noticed Mishi Mori's strangeness. More and more people noticed her right hand and looked surprised.
"Ah? Didn't you break a hand?"
"What? Why did you pick it up?"
"Is it a regeneration magic potion? Or a spell?"
Whether it is magic potions or spells, the cost of being able to regenerate the broken arm is absolutely not low. Even at the headquarters of the Blue Star Global Joint Defense Committee, not many people have access to such resources.
Someone suddenly had a broken limb in the tent area, which undoubtedly caused a great sensation.
Mishi Maori explained half-truely: "A friend gave me a magic potion, but I didn't know in advance."
The first half is fake, but the second half is true.
She couldn't say that she had crawled into a huge fruit, slept for a night, and then the lost hand grew back. If she really explained this, what about the fruit?
Pointing to those wrinkled things like paper, it was just a big fruit or melon or something before, and someone had to believe it. It probably would make others think that they didn't want to tell others the truth about the rebirth of broken limbs, and instead offend people.
It would be fine if the "neighbors" in the tent area were all strangers, but most of them were employees of the headquarters of the Global Joint Defense Commission who bowed their heads and looked up. Or they were employees of auxiliary outsourcing companies, and Mishi Maori had to carefully manage their character.
Once the reputation is broken, it means that the society will die, which she absolutely does not want to see.
"What kind of friend are you? You can actually get such a thing, it's amazing!"
"Many of the people transferred from Khabluff this time are also disabled."
"Shh! Things that can make the body regeneration are hard to come by, so it is not easy to do. Don't talk nonsense, let alone spread it randomly, and don't cause trouble to Miss Maori."
"Who has such great ability? Maori? You really meet a good person. Is it your boyfriend? If it is your boyfriend, then you'll be over."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Those present could understand Mauri Mishi. After all, there were many people who were disabled on Socotra Island. If everyone wanted to regenerate the broken limbs, there were so many magic potions or opportunities to cast.
Māori Mishi was also lucky. She met a capable friend, but that was also her own luck.
"It's not a boyfriend, he already has a girlfriend, I'm just lucky."
Why does a man and a woman have to form a CP? The difficult to understand this idea, Mitsuhiro Maori looked embarrassed and polite, and this is inexplicable!
"Hi! What a lucky one!"
"It's enviable!"
"Since there is nothing else, I'm leaving, and I still have to work hard!"
After all, it was not the opportunity for physical regeneration that Māori Mishi himself had, but was benefiting from others' glory. Apart from envying, everyone had no other unnecessary emotions and they all dispersed.
Otherwise, what else can I do? Chop off the Maori sister's hand and press it on her own? Borrow someone else's hand to make up for other people's disabilities?
I'm afraid that this kind of evil and heretic thought is not a brainless one?
Half an hour later, Mishi Maori, whose hands recovered as before, came to the camp.
This camp is not a temporary camp where the people of Khabluff stayed, but a camp that had existed before Socotra. In addition to the rows of dormitory barracks with integrated modules, it is a cargo warehouse area filled with standard containers and an airport with flying ships taking off and landing from time to time, which is responsible for the distribution of materials on the island.
The sovereigns supply a large amount of supplies from Socotra Island. Not only Chen Fei, but also people from Khabluff are gradually resuming their functions. The supporting commercial areas and modular residential buildings that rise from the ground also require a large amount of supplies to be built, not to mention that so many people eat, drink, defecate and vent every day. The existence of the planting area is once again needed. There are also fishing boats fishing around the island to supplement the food supply with fresh seafood.
"Thank you!"
Monk Mihao handed a cup of steaming teacup to Mishi Mori. After nodding, the latter held the teacup, blew it, took a sip and then put it down again.
"Good tea!"
The straw mat wrapped in woodworking boards is also called tatami, and the size is a standard stack, which can cover the entire pavilion. This is a temporary thing made by the Ninja Team as a carpenter, and it is the venue for this fellow villagers' meeting, also known as the monk's Zen show-off scene.
Unfortunately, there is no courtyard, and the gurgling streams and the clamor of deer from time to time. However, there are occasional roars of huge flying ships in the airport not far away.
"I don't have any experience in large teams or town management. Although I received the reward in advance, I was in a state of fear."
Mori Mi knelt down on the tatami straw mat with a heart. Before taking office in Kabluff, she was just a small section chief of a defense company. At most, she was a cadre at the level of a small leader. She had no qualifications to manage the entire Socotra Island now. This fear and fear was definitely not humility, but to be honest, and she was playing with her heart. If she angered this "tyrant", would she be sold again? This decisive young lady Dongfeng was also very panicked!
"Don't worry about experience, 'Adam' and Sanhao will assist you, you are responsible for executing it."
Chen Fei sat on the rattan sofa directly placed on the tatami. The big tea jar at hand was at least two pots of small clay stove cooked by the monk Sanhao. He did not accommodate the monk's Zen style and how he was comfortable.
He had already made arrangements before he found Māori Mishim. Artificial intelligence AI was responsible for formulating daily plans and routine execution operations. Monk Sanhao happened to be very familiar with the people of Khabluff, especially the surviving bosses this time, with high-level connections and low-level executives who did not lack execution ability, so he was just a familiar and reliable person.
Just like the ancient ruling institutions, no matter how awesome the emperor was, he would not be able to do all the work. Otherwise, the ministers of the three provinces and six ministries would have to do whatever they wanted the court to do. Chen Fei did not have any large team and administrative management experience and corresponding capabilities. However, as long as he handed over professional matters to professionals and made his own ideas in the general direction, it would be almost the same. A foolish monarch would not destroy a dynasty in a minute. The sofa was placed on the tatami mat. My cousin had done it in Japan. His legs were too hard, and he couldn't kneel, and it was not comfortable to cross his legs. The backrest of the seat was even more uncomfortable. The Japanese room was too small, and he had to be a living room and a lie. If the straw mat was dirty, it was impossible to clean it up, which was too inconvenient.