The mechanical core had suffered an unimaginable impact and had developed cracks. It wasn't fatal. As a middle-class machine, Wen Xishu was entitled to fast medical services—he just had to pay a very expensive medical bill.
Even just getting a few suggestions would cost five thousand Mechanical Coins.
The follow-up treatment was even more outrageously expensive. But it didn't matter; Wen Xishu's current balance was a seven-digit number.
It was just that this shock had triggered Wen Xishu's highest-priority self-preservation protocol: repair the core.
During this process, Wen Xishu couldn't move.
Wen Xishu also realized that the leader of that Gambling God gang had actually implanted a device that would self-detonate once it entered a closed state.
These gambling junkies were truly insane. Maybe it was because they'd seen the methods casinos used to cut off sensory input.
