Chapter 0218: A Fleeting Encounter

"Quit? Resigned?"

Huang Jiacai asked, joining him for a smoke.

"Couldn't do it anymore, got fired."

The engineer said while smoking, looking somewhat helpless and a little sad.

"What's in your bag? Can I check it out?"

Huang Jiacai was curious. He was leaving his job with some scrap metal in his bag. Was he really selling scrap because he was short on cash?

"Sure, they all say it's trash."

The engineer opened his duffel bag himself. Huang Jiacai peeked inside; it was full of crude tools. He picked one out. It seemed like a meniscus suture gun. "What's this?"

"A meniscus suture gun!"

"A copy?"

"My design."

"You designed this?"

"Yes, it can do continuous suturing as long as the thread is long enough. As many stitches as you want in one go--"

Huang Jiacai found this interesting. He tried to pull the trigger, but it jammed after one stroke; it was completely unusable, and the design of this suture gun was quite ugly.