Zhao Yuanqing woke up, rubbing his bleary eyes with a hint of resignation.
'He's already Professional Grade and still works this hard. What are ordinary people like us supposed to do?'
"Ha, you think I didn't know you were up all night studying prosthetics?"
Lu Chao said with a smile, calling him out on his quiet efforts.
After reaching the peak of Professional Grade, his five senses had become even more acute, so of course he could hear the other man tinkering with prosthetics.
"Sigh... what choice do I have?"
His voice was tinged with resignation. As Zhao Yuanqing went to wash up, he said, "The people at the Prosthetic Clinic are incredible. They know all about different grades of prosthetics—civilian, professional, military, you name it."
"They also know about different categories like combat, logistics, and lifestyle prosthetics. And when it comes to bionic organs, they're way better than a latecomer like me..."
