Early in the morning at the shelter, Chen Xin had already prepared breakfast and naturally asked Qin Lan when he saw her coming out of the room, "A Lan, are you getting used to using your hand?"
Upon hearing Chen Xin's question, Qin Lan raised her right hand, her expression somewhat complicated.
Her right hand was no longer original but rather a prosthetic made from carbon fiber, adorned with large black and red lines. A red metal glove, matching the prosthetic, lay on the table beside her.
"A bit of discomfort, but it's much better than before," Qin Lan moved her fingers and replied to Chen Xin, "The sensation from the prosthetic is still a bit strange."
Towards the prosthetic that Chen Xin installed for her, Qin Lan's feelings were complex and a little emotional, especially since this was actually the second hand Chen Xin made for her after he returned.
