Beloved of Bossy President

In the dead of night, the hotel where Yue Qingya is staying is a story of soul snatching.

She didn't know how she was brought here. She only knew that when she would wake up again when she was dizzy, people had been brought into this room.

As for the room, she was familiar with all the equipment, medical equipment, tools, and a man in a white coat.

And Muzichuan?

"It's said that she is a top student with three master's degrees." Mu Zichuan, leaning on the table, looked at Yue Qingya, who was tied to the bed. His eyes flashed a little elusive luster: "I'm just curious, how can such a smart person carelessly leave such important evidence?"

A bottle shook gently in her sight. It was She often takes the lucky red wine out of the door, in addition to the one in his hand, and the three bottles on the table.

"Four bottles, do you think it's enough for her to say all the things she should or shouldn't say?" Mu Zichuan asked again with a smile.

"I'm not interested in this problem. I'd like to know if a smart brain will be completely controlled by us after it is injected with a virus," he said

"You What do you want to do? " Yue Qingya finally came to her senses. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was calmer than they expected.

No one paid any attention to her. After taking a look at Jie, Mu Zichuan was a little impatient: "how long do you have to make these messy things? If you have to wait, let me play first. "

Don't say anything, just do as he likes.

Mu Zichuan immediately took two bottles of lucky red wine and went to Yue Qingya. After pulling her out of bed, he immediately took up the bottle and opened it.

"What do you want to do? I can't drink, go away, don't touch me When he pulled out the cork and brought the bottle close to her, she said, "take it away! I don't drink well, I don't drink! Take it away

"Why not? Because you know what's added to it? " Mu Zichuan had a good time to look at her. He was still smiling a moment ago. However, just half a second later, his face suddenly sank, and his whole body was like Shura. Her chill overflowed: "how can a vicious woman like you be worthy of those who have been coaxed so happy by your lucky red wine if she doesn't taste the good wine she brews?"

The slender finger stretched out and pinched her mouth open. He didn't have any pity for her. A bottle of red wine of that size poured into her stomach completely.

It's the first time that Yue Qingya has met such a rude treatment. She wants to stare at Zichuan with a bottle of wine. However, as soon as the bottle of wine goes down, her expression has become a little obsessed.

It works so quickly. It seems that the medicine in the wine is really powerful.

Mu Zichuan looked back at Jie, who was still busy, and suddenly said with a smile, "you are the apprentice of the ghost doctor. What about this woman? Is she another apprentice of your master, the one with the legendary code name of fire? "

Ring finally side head looked at him one eye, light hum hum: "who knows."

"You have studied this medicine. Don't you know if it comes from the skills taught by your master?"

With a slight twist on her eyebrows, Jie said, "technology is changing with each passing day. No one can guarantee whether it's her own innovation?"

"Is there really no sign at all?" Mu Zichuan leans on the table, completely indifferent to the woman lying on the bed, just looking at the ring.

After thinking about it, Jie nodded: "I feel that the skills she is good at are similar to those of the ghost doctor, but she has her own innovative ideas It's not right. It's hard to say if it's something made by the ghost doctor himself. I can't guarantee that. "

Muzichuan didn't speak. His long finger fell on his chin. It seemed that he was thinking about something. After a long time, he asked again, "since the ghost doctor has accepted two apprentices, are you really different from the other one?"

Seeing that he frowned, Mu Zichuan said with a smile, "don't you know?"

After thinking for a while, Jie said, "what I learned is cell transfer. I heard that ghost doctor is also good at cell regeneration, but he didn't teach me this technology, but I know another apprentice knows it."

Mu Zichuan fell into meditation again. Yue Qingya on the bed was still in a daze, and her expression was very dull. I didn't know if she had heard what they said, or even if she had, I didn't know what it meant.

Mu Zichuan continued to look at Jie and thought for a long time before he said: "if we want to completely replace brain cells, or do something about brain cells, then the two skills of transfer and regeneration should complement each other."

Don't talk, it is a chair turn, facing him, long legs, seems to be waiting for him to say.

Mu Zichuan didn't understand these natures. He just said his own idea: "imagine, if what ghost doctors want to do is to replace human brain cells, then the transfer technology you have learned must be used first. However, I heard that if one person's brain cells are transferred to another person, the whole system of another person's brain will inevitably resist other people's things. At that time, no one can guarantee how many brain cells will survive. Therefore, at this time, the technology of brain cell regeneration will come into use. "Jie, who has always been reluctant to laugh, hooked his lower lip this time and couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "although you don't understand these, the analysis is very reasonable. That's right. Only when the two technologies are mixed together can he achieve the result he most wants."

"In that case..." Mu Zichuan looked back at the stupefied man in bed and frowned: "if she is the fire, can we study this technology well if we leave her with you?"

"What does this harmful technology do?" Jie didn't think so. He hummed coldly: "it's a good idea to pump one person's brain cells into another person's brain. Let's not say how much damage it will do to the former, but for the latter, he may not be able to be a normal person in the future. Maybe soon he will be confused, or even controlled by another person's mind. What's more, the two kinds of memory and thinking resist each other, and finally he will become a madman completely. "

Muzichuan didn't speak, just looked at him.

Medical technology does not distinguish between good and evil, good and evil. The key lies in the people who control it.

Jie once again cold hum, disdain a way: "ghost doctor probably is to do too many hurtful things, in the end his own end is not likely to have much good."