Chapter 20: The Abandoned in the Abyss
Bruce was stunned. After asking, he found out that the year Harry lived in was 1991.
But the year he lived in was 2005, which is 14 years different.
Bruce saw this and said helplessly: "Unfortunately, you are not from before 1981..."
Du Mu knew that this was probably the year his parents died.
So he consoled her: "It's useless even in 1981. In Harry's world, there might not even be a city called Gotham."
Harry looked at Du Mu with a confused face. Not to mention Gotham, he only knew New York and Washington in the entire United States and didn't know any other cities.
So he was a little confused as to how Mr. Du knew that.
Bruce nodded, not taking it seriously.
He knew the theory of parallel worlds, but since it was not the same world, he had no interest in exploring it and no longer considered the matter.
But Bruce seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Du Mu, "Master, please wait a moment. I'll go get something and be back soon."
This wait lasted half an hour.
Du Mu and Harry had almost finished dinner when Bruce came back.
But not only did he change into an outfit that was consistent with the outfit of an ordinary person in ancient China, wearing a short coarse cloth shirt, he was also carrying a bunch of large and small bags that were hanging on his body and jingling as he walked.
Bruce brought these things directly to the backyard and placed them on the ground, almost blocking the aisle.
Du Mu asked curiously: "Bruce, what are these?"
As they were having dinner, other disabled children were there too and looked over here curiously.
In fact, these past few days, the children have been discussing among themselves what the two new Western barbarians do and why the owner of the academy accepted them as apprentices.
But Uncle Liu and several other adults forbade them to discuss the topic of the museum owner, so they could only keep their questions to themselves.
As for asking the owner? No child would want to bother the owner with such a small matter.
Bruce opened his huge backpack and found a strange part from it. He looked at the children gathered around the dining table and walked straight towards one of them.
The little girl was a little panicked when she saw the other person approaching, but she felt relieved when she saw that the owner of the museum and other adults such as Uncle Liu did not stop her.
In her heart, these adults were the people she trusted the most. They thought it was okay for someone to get close to them, so it must be okay.
Bruce came up to the little girl and asked in Chinese in a friendly manner: "Little girl, what's your name?"
The little girl was the one who asked Lao Liu not to feed her during dinner yesterday.
At this moment, she really had a spoon wrapped in a bandage on her wrist and was drinking porridge.
Seeing the visitor asking, she timidly said, "My name is Dujuan... Zhao Dujuan."
"Come on, Dujuan, stretch out your hand." Bruce said to Zhao Dujuan in an encouraging manner.
Zhao Dujuan looked at the adults around her. Du Mu nodded to her. She immediately found her backbone and stretched out her hand with confidence.
Bruce first slowly pulled her spoon out of the bandage, and then put the part in his hand on Zhao Dujuan's broken wrist.
The moment this mechanical component was placed on the wrist, everyone around realized that it was actually a prosthetic limb.
Zhao Dujuan stared at her hand in a daze, feeling a little panicked.
And that hand began to move wildly as Zhao Dujuan became more panicked.
Then Zhao Dujuan felt a warm hand touching her shoulder.
She looked up and saw that it was Master Du.
He smiled and encouraged: "Dujuan, don't be nervous. Come on, try to calm down and control it."
The prosthetic limb suddenly stopped moving.
Zhao Dujuan stretched out her fingers in disbelief, then put them together, and then looked at them from top to bottom.
Then, the arm trembled, controlling the prosthetic limb to stretch out its fingers and pick up the spoon that Bruce had placed in the bowl.
All the disabled children around were so shocked that they were speechless.
Zhao Dujuan raised her head, looked at Bruce, then looked at the owner, her voice already hoarse: "I..."
At this juncture, Bruce had already helped her put on a prosthesis for her left hand.
She couldn't say anything else.
Zhao Dujuan felt her eyelids swelling and tears burst out like a floodgate.
She immediately covered her mouth with her hands, not wanting to cry too loudly.
But tears soon wet my hands.
Old Liu was surprised and sad and wanted to come closer, but he didn't dare to get close. Although he was happy for Zhao Dujuan, he looked at the children around him sadly.
Human emotions are sometimes not complicated.
When you fall into the abyss, if there are companions around you, even if it is not a good thing, people can't help but feel a little comfort...you are not the only one who is so miserable.
But in the abyss, I watched helplessly as someone climbed out and stood on the shore...
That kind of jealousy, that kind of pain, can almost be compared to the despair of falling into the abyss.
But to Lao Liu's surprise, the little girl sitting next to Zhao Dujuan hugged Zhao Dujuan in surprise and shouted, "You have hands! Dujuan! You have hands again!"
Zhao Dujuan cried even louder, hugged the other person with her backhand, and cried, "Xiao Qi, but your legs... your legs are still..."
The children who are still disabled are laughing, and the children who have received prosthetic limbs are crying.
The other children immediately offered their comfort and congratulated Zhao Dujuan on getting a prosthetic limb to replace her original limb.
Du Mu quietly stepped back, left the children's communication center, and patted Lao Liu on the shoulder.
"Don't think that the children's hearts are so dark... After all, this is not limb regeneration, it's just a prosthesis. They are still companions."
Also, not all kids are that stupid.
Many of them had already turned their attention to the package Bruce brought, their eyes gleaming with almost dazzling anticipation.
Bruce didn't delay and started the moving work immediately.
While he was fixing the children's arms and legs, he said, "This is the first version. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me at any time."
"The prosthetic limbs can sense your muscle currents and control them flexibly...but they are solar-powered, so it's best to get some sun every day."
“They are not very waterproof, so try not to soak them in water.”
Hearing this, Zhao Dujuan, who had been crying even more fiercely with joy at seeing Xiaoqi's legs being fixed and able to stand up, suddenly stopped crying.
She quickly used her clothes to wipe the tears from her prosthesis until it was completely dry, and only then did she feel relieved.
After that, I tried hard to hold my tears back and didn’t dare to cry anymore.
With the distribution of prosthetic limbs, more and more children have regained the right to stand up.
Unfortunately, most of the dimensions are based on Bruce's memory, so some deviations are inevitable.
But those children who received prosthetic limbs that were noticeably shorter or longer were still excited to jump and run.
Du Mu looked at their unprecedented excitement, took a deep breath, and patted Bruce on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."
Bruce, however, showed a guilty and even painful expression: "Sorry, Master...I think I was a little inconsiderate."
Du Mu shook his head: "You have done well enough. Don't ask too much of yourself, or you won't be able to bear it."
Old Liu listened to the conversation between the two people excitedly, somewhat confused.
Why should this benefactor of these children apologize?
Didn't he give all those kids miraculous prosthetic limbs so they could move around again?
Is it because of the size? Oh my god, is the other party criticizing me with the requirements of a saint?
If this is true, Lao Liu doesn't know what to do and is almost in tears.
But soon, Lao Liu understood.
When the prosthetic limbs were distributed, the excitement in the audience gradually faded, as if fireworks had become damp and were stagnant.
Every child who got a prosthetic limb looked at each other, not knowing whether they should continue to be excited...
"What's wrong? Why is everyone so happy?"
Those blind children were listening to the sounds around them in confusion, not knowing what was happening exactly.
Bruce sighed, "I...Wayne Group has not yet mastered the technology to restore sight to the blind. Sorry, Master."
Du Mu shook his head: "I said, you did well enough."
Harry was originally excited and happy for his disabled peers when he saw them getting prosthetic limbs.
But after hearing these words and looking at the few people left alone, they suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads.
In the abyss, if a companion can climb to the shore, it is worth celebrating...
But what if I am the only one left in the abyss?
Harry felt suffocated just thinking about it.
(End of this chapter)