He uses science to spy on the unspeakable

Chapter 143 Internal Conflict

At noon, Mu Yun had a working meal at Fuya Technology, and then rested in the office suite.

Mu Yun couldn't sleep, thinking about things, and suddenly thought of two things. One was, could the leaves of the herbal tree save Master Zhuzhong? Second, Mu Yun has not yet touched Hometown Star’s medical technology database.

Mu Yun stood up and found the medical technology database. Although they are both machine languages, the codes are different and the data interfaces do not match. They can only be run on the communicator brought over.

Mu Yun looked at it and found that he couldn't understand many parts. It was not a problem of language, but a problem of professional knowledge.

There is a way, that is, Mu Yun translates it and shows it to a medical professional.

Mu Yun thought of Kelly, so he started the video and studied with Kelly. After half an hour, he came to the conclusion that no, Hometown Star's medical technology could not reverse the damage to the internal organs.

Mu Yun sighed, chatted with Kelly for a few more words, and ended the video call.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Yun came to the hospital, and Shen Muxiu was sitting outside the intensive care unit with bloodshot eyes.

Seeing Mu Yun coming over, he stood up and said hello: "Mr. Mu."

"Okay." Mu Yun didn't insist.

"Okay." Mu Yun responded and entered the monitoring room.

Takenaka Zuozuo was lying on the bed with many medical sensors and infusion tubes on his body.

"Mr. Mu, you are the person I have ever met and whom I respect the most. You are as clear as crystal, and you are as clear as the lotus in front of the Buddha."

"Okay, no need, reluctantly."

"No, Mr. Mu, my brother will replace me tonight."

"They weren't allowed in. They said they were awake sometimes and asleep most of the time."

"Well, come in."

"Here, go in now?"

Mu Yun smiled: "I've told you."

The two of them waited quietly. The door to the intensive care unit opened and the nurse stuck her head out: "Is Mr. Mu here? The patient wants to see Mr. Mu."

"Well, let's try our best and find a way." Mu Yun responded, Zhuzhong Zuozuo felt relieved.

"Well, you're welcome. I made an agreement with him that I will heal your injuries and he will believe me and change his mind."

Mu Yun walked closer and sat on the chair in front of the bed. Zhuzhong looked up and became more energetic: "Mr. Mu, have you seen him?"

"Give it."

"Oh." Mu Yun responded, and the two sat down.

"You go back and rest, I'll keep watch." Mu Yun looked at Shen Muxiu.

"Well, how's it going?"

"Yes, I see you."

"Did you give it to him, bell?"

"Okay, my brother has a strong temper and may kill himself. Giving him the bell can save him. Thank you Mr. Mu."

"No, I'm telling you, this is what I mean..." Zhuzhong said, his eyes began to blur, and he slowly fell asleep.

The nurse signaled Mu Yun to exit the room.

Shen Muxiu looked over: "How is it?"

"It's okay, he is thinking about his brother, and he is sleeping peacefully now."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Mu."

"You're welcome, I'll go back and come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Shen Muxiu responded, and Mu Yun turned and left.

Back in the dormitory, Xiaotu was leaning on the wall of the cage looking at Muyun.

Mu Yun smiled and said, "Go and play by yourself. I'll talk to you later."

As he spoke, he changed his shoes, changed his clothes, and washed up. Then he came to the bedroom, stood in front of the flower vat and looked at the little tree: "Tree, baby? Can I borrow a leaf?"

The little tree showed no response. Mu Yun smiled and was about to leave when, with a soft sound, a leaf from the bottom branch fell on the soil of the flower vat. Mu Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you." After saying that, he carefully picked up the leaf and put it in an empty medicine bottle.

Mu Yun put away the medicine bottle, sat down on the bed, picked up "Miscellaneous Notes from the Mountains", and translated another passage: "It is said in ancient times that those who look at the moon and tree babies like white rabbits, and they live with them. It's strange. There is a laurel in the moon, and the palace There is a rabbit in the middle, looking at the moon, it seems that the seedlings of the osmanthus are descendants..."

Mu Yun was surprised and looked at the little tree and then at the little rabbit. No wonder.

Mu Yun put down "Miscellaneous Notes from the Mountains" and began to do housework and take care of Xiaotu.

After dinner, take a shower, put on pajamas, lean on the bedside, pick up the communicator, and enter the "Tracing to the Origin" chat group.

"Benben: Good evening, family.

Mochen: Good evening (smiley face)

Floating clouds: in

Lingxi: Good evening

Moxi: Here you are

Luo Yan: Yes

Benben: I have been exposed to some things in the past two days, and I feel that people always like to fight.

For example, the island people have a sense of crisis and are always worried about the sinking of their territory. Therefore, they hope for peace and are afraid of peace, which is contradictory.

Lingxi: Well, this should be internal friction. Waste your energy on meaningless fights.

This is true among clans, families, groups, and even individuals. Their energy is wasted.

Mo Xi: Yes, human history is full of struggles. The good side is the collision of ideas and the integration of cultures, especially the advancement of science and technology.

There is also a bad side, which is internal friction and a waste of people's time and energy.

There is no way around this. There is no template for human development. It is all about groping, summarizing, groping, and summarizing again. Detours are inevitable.

Benben: Well, thank you. Let’s talk about this today. Do you have anything else?

Mote: None

Floating clouds: none

Lingxi: None

Moxi: No

Luo Yan: No

Benben: Okay, see you then

Mote: Goodbye

Fuyun: OK

Lingxi: Yeah

Moxi: Goodbye

Luo Yan: Goodbye"

After the group chat ended, Mu Yun exited the chat history and started reading books on brain science.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun sat in meditation. For ten minutes, light appeared in his brain, and the surroundings were pitch black. Hill was sitting there.

"Good evening, brother."

"Good evening." Hill smiled.

"Brother, what do you think of internal friction?"

"Internal friction?"

"Well, it's just a waste of energy on meaningless things."

“No one has mentioned this for a long time, what is meaningful and what is meaningless?

In the past, it was believed that if a person did not work and was idle, it was meaningless and internal friction. But now, what do people do when they no longer have to work? Which behavior is meaningful and which is meaningless is difficult to say.

Of course, I am talking about our side. Your Blue Star team is different. You are still in the beginning and have too many things to do. "

"Well, what the elder brother said is that the situations are different and the requirements for people are also different. So let's talk about this. I'm going to browse the technology database."

"Okay." Hill responded. Mu Yun stared at Hill's side. After a few minutes, he stood in Hill's room, controlled the biochemical robot, and began to browse the technology database.

Muyun searched: "Are plants conscious?" Well, a lot of data appeared.

"Plants are conscious? It's simply bizarre.

Although plants have bioelectric phenomena, such as mimosa and piranha, they are the simplest bioelectric phenomena and cannot produce consciousness. "

Mu Yun smiled, searching like this was just nonsense. But, what the heck, who doesn’t have a little bit of childlike innocence?

Mu Yun quit the technology database and started looking at "brain activity imaging technology" and "brain-like technology."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun stopped and greeted Hill: "Brother, I'm back. Good night."

"Good night." Hill responded. Mu Yun sat on the movable bed. After a few minutes, light appeared in his brain, and the surroundings were dark. Hill sat there.

Mu Yun opened his eyes, returned to the dormitory, and started to sleep.

(End of this chapter)