Mechanical Doctor

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If this new generation of life-support equipment can sell well, it can be said to be very good news for Manolin.

If the life-support equipment can be sold throughout the plane, then he does not need to promote it in each city one by one.

He can just stay at home and do nothing, waiting for the reputation to arrive.

It's a pity that this idea can only be an idea, and there is no possibility of realization in a short time.

After all, the basic function of the life-support equipment, a mechanical creation, does not contain high technical content.

Others only need to find a few mid-level [mechanic] professionals and spend a little time to crack it.

In this case, if Manolin wants his products to occupy the market, he can only use the price war method - as long as the price I sell is lower than your cost price, I can seize the market and squeeze out the pirates. After all, I sell cheaper than you and the quality is better than yours. What can you do to beat me?

Although Manolin can rely on the servitor and the main brain to achieve a lower cost than the [mechanic] professionals of the same industry.

However, with the current transportation costs and international situation, if Manolin wants to sell life-support equipment abroad, the manufacturing cost advantage will not be reflected.

After all, goods exported to foreign countries must pay taxes, and he has no relationship with other countries to reduce taxes, so he can only pay the full amount of taxes.

In this way, it is unlikely that Manolin will have the upper hand in the so-called price war in the short term.

Of course, he has ways to prevent piracy.

As long as he can master more powerful power, so strong that even national forces will be afraid, then naturally no one will dare to engage in piracy.

However, this goal is still a bit far away for Manolin, at least until he is promoted to Legend and makes a real Titan mecha.

As for now...

Manolin can only sell it in the Elliot Federation at most.

As for the markets of other countries, he looked at it and saw that he had only completed two-thirds of the experience points after being promoted to level eight for such a long time, so he could only eat and drink well and have a good dream.

Every time this broken system is upgraded, the experience required to upgrade to the next level will increase dramatically. He dare not imagine how much experience he will need to upgrade after he is promoted to Legend.

Fortunately, Manolin's idea is just in his mind. If other extraordinary people know that Manolin is so Versailles, they will definitely beat him to death.

Manolin has been promoted to level 8 in just over a year. What do those "geniuses" who can only upgrade one level in a year think?

He can advance easily by treating a few patients every day. What do those guys who are honing themselves in life and death in order to seek breakthroughs think?

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After Manolin ordered the mechanical servants to push the patient on the operating table away, today's task was finally completed.

Now all the critically ill patients (patients who will die immediately without life support equipment) admitted to the medical area of ​​[Pterosaur] have been replaced with mechanical prostheses and are out of danger.

As for the remaining patients, they can slowly undergo transplant surgery.

Manolin took off his surgical gown - to be more precise, the surgical gown "melted" from his body.

This surgical gown was made of a flexible alloy that Manolin found in the system drawings.

With this surgical gown, he no longer needed to put on and take off the traditional surgical gown that was troublesome when performing surgery.

Moreover, the advantage of this metal surgical gown is not only that it is easy to put on and take off, but it is also incomparable to traditional surgical gowns in terms of disinfection.

Just throw the metal surgical gown that has been worn once into the flame to melt it, and any viruses and bacteria will be purified by the flame and high temperature.

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Manolin touched his protesting stomach and rubbed it to calm it down.

Tonight, Bradrick, the legendary [chef], personally cooked for him. He has been hungry since morning.

He looked at his watch and found that the time was almost up, so he drove to Bradrick's residence alone.

As for why Manolin went alone without calling his men?

It's not that Manolin or Bradrick was stingy and didn't want to spend this meal.

It is really not the fortune of professionals below the high level to enjoy this legendary meal.

After the profession of [Chef] reaches the legendary level, the food he cooks has the rule of [deliciousness].

And this kind of food is equivalent to "banned drugs" for mid- and low-level professionals and even ordinary people, with terrible addictiveness.

And Manolin thought about it and found that there was really no one with a high level, so he had to enjoy the feast alone.

...

It was getting dark, and Manolin was already sitting at the dining table of Bradrick Manor.

Bradrick's manor is very distinctive, with golden main color, and various carvings and murals of fried foods, making people feel like they are in a frying pan.

Just when Manolin was still turning his head to observe, Bradrick came over with a huge iron tray.

"How is it? Is the manor I designed beautiful?"

Bradrick smiled proudly when he saw Manolin observing everywhere.

"Well... it is indeed quite distinctive."

Manolin was a little at a loss for words, so he had to say it euphemistically.

"Haha! You can appreciate it later, but now you should try my fried meal while it is hot."

Bradrick lifted the tray covered by the iron dinner cover, revealing various kinds of fried foods neatly stacked under the tray.

From fried chicken legs to fried whole chickens, from fried prawns to fried squids, all kinds of ingredients were fried golden and crispy by Bradrick, which made people look very appetizing.

Then Bradrick asked someone to bring a bottle of red wine, and the two of them started eating with Bradrick's secret fried sauce.

Manolin wanted to eat it in a reserved way at first, but he couldn't stop eating after he took a bite of the chicken leg.

The crispy skin and soft and juicy chicken of the fried chicken leg filled his mouth all at once. Manolin even had an illusion that he seemed to have entered a world made up of fried chicken legs. In this world, he seemed to have transformed into Nidhogg, the world tree devourer in Norse mythology, and was wantonly biting the foundation of this world - a world tree formed by a whole huge chicken leg.

After he ate a chicken leg in a few bites, he began to savor it carefully.

After Manolin tasted this chicken leg, he picked up a squid ring...

And Bradrick drank wine while tasting the food he made.

He was not surprised at Manolin's performance at all - no matter who it was, as long as he still had a sense of taste, the first time he ate the food carefully prepared by the legendary [chef], he would be embarrassed by Manolin's embarrassing appearance.

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