Son of the Stars

Chapter 65
"Can you understand my words?" In the monitoring medical room outside the operating room, Lu Chen and Bian Que conveyed information to Watanabe in different ways.

[Fuck you] These four words are like some kind of little black bug that lives in the sewer.It appeared on the screen slowly but extremely firmly, like a middle-aged man firmly raised his middle finger to the world.

In all fairness, not every middle-aged person dares to give the world the middle finger.If Watanabe could really recite "I fuck you" [-] times in front of Lu Chen, Lu Chen could at least "respect him for being a man".

But what does it mean that the boy is soaking in the salt water tank and cursing?If it weren't for the fact that you look like a boiled egg now, I would beat you!

This "I'll beat you" impulse came back and forth several times in Lu Chen's mind, and eventually the numbness gradually became weaker and lighter.

They've all been scolded, it doesn't matter.

Moreover, Lu Chen also saw something else in the line after line of "I fuck your mother".

Watanabe did not fully regain consciousness, more than half of the reason why he swiped the screen with swear words was due to poor control of myoelectric nerves.

The four letters "WCNM" correspond to a strange arc, high on the left and flat on the right, like a fishhook.According to Bian Que's observation, Watanabe's myoelectric nerves seem to be in disorder - it is not difficult to see from the electromyography that Watanabe is constantly "gobbling back and forth".

But this kind of chaos is not completely groundless chaos.Watanabe can control "turn" or "not turn", but he can't control the direction and speed of the turn.

"I think his nerves haven't fully grown yet." Lu Chen made a judgment that can only be made by a neurologist, "The best growth time for stem cell nerve gel is 24 to 48 hours, and it may be too early now .”

"We still cannot rule out that this is irreparable brain damage caused by long-term hypoxia." Bian Que said, "Mr. Watanabe may have permanently lost the ability to control his eye muscles."

"I hope the one who guessed right is me." Lu Chen shook his head, "The situation is temporarily stable now, you continue to monitor—if there is any change, please contact me as soon as possible, or contact the Shennei doctor in the institute."
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When seeing Mu Zhiran again, Lu Chen was surprised to find that his girlfriend looked worried.

Worried Dr. Mu, this is a rare situation - the last time I ate casserole noodles, when Dr. Mu claimed that she found that all lithium electrons were spinning downwards, she still had the mind to use a "poetic" statement to defuse the tension.

Now Mu Zhiran has put his worries on his face, which is not a good sign.

Mu Zhiran looked up at Lu Chen and didn't speak.On the other hand, Giuseppe, who was covering his nose, took the initiative to ask, "How is it?"

"Who are you asking?" Lu Chen threw his tired body into the bean bag sofa, and he didn't want to move at all. "Brother Yang was taken away by the Comprehensive Investigation Bureau. I don't know the reason, and I don't know if it can be released—if I can't release my doctoral thesis, I have to change the corresponding author. Rolling your eyeballs back and forth in saline water - and swearing like hell, just saying 'I fuck you'."

The amount of news in this passage is a bit too much, and Giuseppe pondered for a while, but he couldn't figure out what the relationship between the corresponding author and cursing was.

Tang Qinglong took the initiative to comfort him, "You have to have confidence in Teacher Yang. At least he is the director of immunology at our Central University. He will not have any serious problems in abiding by the law."

"The only question is, how did Brother Yang come up with such a surgical plan." Lu Chen, who was lying on the bean bag sofa, pointed out the crux of the problem, "Normal surgeons are not crazy enough to think of cutting the brain. Come down, a treatment that is maintained separately from the body."

"Although the plan is a bit crazy, at least Lao Yang didn't put his mind on the brain-computer interface." Tang Qinglong is a good person after all, and he tried to comfort Lu Chen and said, "As long as the explanation is clear-the operation plan itself does not involve illegal activities, right? ?”

Lu Chen twisted his head, then curled his lips, "Who can say for sure...Maybe Watanabe scolded the street for this."

"How do you feel now?" Director Li Xiaohui approached Lu Chen and asked, "Do you have any thoughts or feelings that are different from before? Do you feel a lot of pressure in your heart? Do you feel guilty?"

"...Ah?" Lu Chen, who was lying on the bean bag sofa and fell into a state of active paralysis, widened his eyes, "What?"

"A dozen people died in front of you just now, and the way of death was quite exciting." Li Xiaohui asked while staring at Lu Chen's eyes and the corners of his mouth, "You don't feel anything about it?"

This question was a bit unexpected, Lu Chen nodded after thinking about it carefully and said, "Yes."

"How do you feel?" Li Xiaohui continued to ask, "You can say whatever you feel, without worrying about morality and laws—let's just talk about personal feelings."

"The feeling... is that we must strictly abide by the laboratory regulations." Lu Chen said seriously, "It's the first time I saw someone suspended in mid-air by magnetic force. It was too scary."

Director Li Xiaohui took a deep breath through his nose, and then let it out gently with his mouth. After three times, he continued to ask, "You just manually induced the first active collapse in human history. Does it affect you?"

Lu Chen nodded, "It has influence."

"Tell me." Li Xiaohui forced herself to say in an encouraging tone for a baby toddler, "What are the effects?"

"Is it possible to reserve a seat before attending the awards dinner at the Stockholm Hall of Science?" Lu Chen frowned and asked, "I want to sit at the table on the left side of the hall."

Even Li Xiaohui, who is as experienced as the youngest director of the National Mental Health Center, was briefly absent-minded when she heard this answer.

"Also, can I win two prizes for research in one field?" Lu Chen frowned, with an anxious expression on his face, "Of course I'm sure I'll get the Physics Prize, so can I get the Medical Physiology Prize for this research at the same time? "

Talking to himself here, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide, "I won the Stockholm Science Award, will I still have some preferential treatment when I apply for experimental materials in the future?"

"Xiao Lu, you have to know that there are thirty or fifty academician titles issued in this world every year." Tang Qinglong interjected, "But there are at most eighteen Stockholm Science Prize winners in a year—that's It's just the most cases, most of the time, only six to ten awards are given out a year."

"Academicians may not be able to win the Stockholm Science Prize. After all, not every academician is lucky enough to become a 'person who has made the greatest contribution to mankind' in the course of their work." Tang Qinglong walked over and patted Lu Chen's shoulder, "You and Zhiran's discoveries are worthy of this title. From now on, all scientists who study the Great Crash must build on your discoveries and continue to move forward through the path you have explored—this is the real truth. A great honor."

Lu Chen turned his head to look at Li Xiaohui, who had a complicated expression, "So...why does Dr. Mu have such a strange expression? The influence on her is different from mine?"

(End of this chapter)