Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

[Looking into the head], the name is very cute, but the effect is very hardcore.

He was very satisfied with this entry.

The ability to sense brain waves without instruments is still very convenient. Even if a "brain wave map" is not formed in the brain, it can save a lot of trouble.

The system does not say it is only effective for humans. If it can also be used on animals, then animal experiments will also be very efficient.

The "Guinea Mouse Family Bucket" now has a new package, showing one's despair and fear to the indescribable, incomprehensible, and indefinable devil.

The fat extracted from such a body must be more nutritious, right?

Zhang Biao saw Zhou Rui opening and closing his eyes for a while, and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhou's eyes feel uncomfortable? Do you want to see my wife?"

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Zhou Rui:? ? ?

Is your wife eye-catching? Is this appropriate?

"My wife is an ophthalmologist from our hospital."

Zhou Rui quickly waved his hand: "It's okay. Maybe a hair fell in. It's healed. Where are you going next?"

Zhang Biao said: "I'm going to check the ward. By the way, Teacher Marcus has already moved in. Do you want to go and see him together?"

Zhou Rui thought of who Marcus was, the old white man with "Alzheimer's disease", the top brain disease expert who cannot heal himself.

"Let's go and take a look."

The three people came out of the outpatient clinic and headed towards the inpatient building. Lin Tuo, who was waiting outside, heard that he was meeting the old man and also went to work as an interpreter.

When passing by the emergency building, Zhou Rui happened to see the middle-aged woman from the morning.

A whole day passed and it was still the same.

He supported a middle-aged man whose hands were covered with bandages and still oozing blood, and walked out tremblingly.

A male doctor was chasing behind him, seemingly trying to persuade him, but in the end he still walked out of the hospital door.

Zhou Rui walked over curiously and asked, "What's wrong with that patient? Didn't he just have the surgery in the morning and be discharged now?"

The male doctor was young and said helplessly: "The contractor was afraid of higher follow-up costs, so he chose to pay 100,000 taels in one lump sum, which seemed to include unpaid wages and so on. The operation cost more than 10,000 yuan, and these two people insisted on making a fuss. No one can dissuade me from being discharged from the hospital and saying that it is cheaper to recuperate at home.”

Zhou Rui: "Does it have any impact?"

The male doctor pushed up his glasses self-deprecatingly: "You ask me? Medically speaking, based on the success of his operation, 90% of his operations can be restored to full function under hospital care. If he goes away, 60%, maybe, there may be minor deformities and sequelae. , and there is also the risk of infection and amputation.”

He turned around and started to leave, saying, "It's hard to persuade the damned one with words. Just let him go. You've ruined such a perfect operation for me."

Zhou Rui thought for a while and said: "Maybe we can ask them to come regularly to change the dressing? They should be willing to change the dressing for only twenty or thirty yuan. You can also observe the situation."

The male doctor paused, then turned around and chased away: "Fuck! If I become a doctor in my next life, I'll tear off my head!"

Zhang Biao watched the whole process from a distance with a smile on his face.

Not to Zhou Rui, but to the young male doctor who chased him out.

Zhang Biao has been practicing medicine for decades and has seen so much that he has become numb. But occasionally when he sees a younger generation of practitioners who can still maintain empathy and compassion, it warms his heart and reminds him that he cannot be completely cold-blooded. .

Zhou Rui: "Let's go and check the ward."

The inpatient department is relatively quiet, because making any noise will attract the head nurse's death look, which treats everyone equally, and the director Zhang Biao will also be stared at.

The old man Marcus lived in a triple room in the Department of Neurology. When Zhou Rui entered, the old man was lying on the hospital bed writing and drawing.

Sitting next to her was a young white woman who was escorting her. She looked like she was in her early 20s and had typical Aryan blond hair, which was particularly conspicuous in China.

When he saw Zhang Biao, Marcus's eyes clearly lit up and he said in Chinese: "Zhang, are you here?"

Zhou Rui raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "Does he know Chinese?"

Or was it originally known and forgotten after Alzheimer's disease?

Lin Tuo behind him showed a thoughtful expression.

Zhang Biao showed an excited expression: "What's new in the past two days, it seems that the 'language learning area' of Teacher Marcus' brain has become highly active again, and he is in an environment where all Chinese is spoken, and he has gradually mastered some simple vocabulary. ”

A certain area of ​​the old white man's brain has returned to the level of a preschooler!

Zhou Rui was surprised: "Is this reasonable?"

Zhang Biao smiled crookedly: "If you ask me, I think it's unreasonable, but the symptoms of the case are like this."

"Before coming to China, Mr. Ma received as many as eight new drug treatments around the world, all of which were unreleased experimental drugs targeting the brain. These drugs failed to improve Alzheimer's disease, but they seemed to There are some other effects.”

Zhou Ruixin said that he would just leave this place to raise gu.

I don’t know if the language barrier was broken, but Zhang Biao’s title changed from Teacher Marcus to Teacher Ma.

Of course, the way he looked at Marcus was luminous, not like he was looking at his teacher at all, but more like he was looking at a living paper.

Doctors like special cases like this the most

Zhang Biao also replied in Chinese: "Teacher Ma, how do you feel? Are you sleeping well?"

Old man Marcus obviously needed to think about it, but he still understood Zhang Biao's words, but when he answered, it became "a mixture of Chinese, German and English".

Titles and quantifiers are in Chinese, professional terms are in English, and adjectives and the like are in German.

Fortunately, there was Lin Tuo translating on the side, so Zhou Rui could understand it.

"In the past 24 hours, I have experienced six episodes of short-term memory loss and two episodes of language confusion."

Zhang Biao emphasized: "Three times, you are quite confused now."

"Okay. Three times. Who is this woman next to my bed? If she is an escort, is she too young and pretty? Will she sleep with me at night?"

The blonde girl's eyes widened.

Zhang Biao: "Well, seven times of memory loss. Do you remember who I am, right?"

"I made a note in my notebook that the person who treated me was my student, an obese man with thinning hair."

"That's enough, next item, how was your sleep last night?"

The two of them just asked and answered each other. The ward rounds for this kind of patients were mainly based on chatting and communication. Ge Chunyan took notes and the head nurse accompanied them.

When Zhang Biao asked, Zhou Rui was listening. This Marcus was really special. What happened to him was a miracle in the medical world.

He thought for a while, silently turned on the dual-core mode, and while analyzing the condition as usual, he turned on the [Probe and Brain] he had just obtained, trying to check the old man's condition.

He temporarily named this state "brain wave pattern."

The staff density of the inpatient department is much less than that of the outpatient department, but a large number of "brain wave signals" are still fed back.

With mental preparation this time, Zhou Rui was alert to the occurrence of unknown conditions such as "brain wave resonance" and was also trying to analyze the conditions of these signals.

It is true that the substantive content is like a chaotic buzz, especially when there are so many signal sources, but the system still gives Zhou Rui the most basic intuition for discrimination.

Fortunately, I have this support, otherwise this ability would be of no use except driving myself crazy.

"Pain. Two floors below"

"Anxiety. Two in the corridor outside."

"Desire. The bathroom upstairs?"

What kind of warrior is this? Does the hospital want to show it off?

Sure enough, this signal source quickly turned into "satisfaction", and then even faster into "emptiness". Finally, it completely disappeared and returned to peace.

This ability has a bit of a sense of no boundaries. He feels that his mind is not clean.

Suddenly, a brand new signal appeared, right next door.

There was no such "signal point" originally. It was obviously not that a person suddenly appeared, but that a person's brain waves suddenly changed from "normal" to "abnormal."

According to the system feedback, it seems that it should be described as "delirium"?

Almost a few seconds later, I heard the anxious voice of a nurse from the next ward.

"Don't move! Someone come quickly! Tie his hands!"

Wang Biao and others looked back at the corridor, but did not move.

Zhou Rui dismissed all these distractions and tried to focus on Marcus in front of him, but there was no reaction from the old man for the time being.

But before waiting too long, a very unique signal suddenly appeared on Marcus.

Received, but no systematic "emotional" prompts.

Then the old man got stuck for a moment, and then began to flip through the notebook in his hand anxiously.

"Wait a minute, my granddaughter is missing. I have a granddaughter with blond hair, long legs, a good figure, and a tattoo on her chest."

Everyone looked at Mia beside the bed.

Mia took a deep breath and pulled her collar slightly, revealing the tattoo on her chest, which turned out to be a Chinese character.

"chicken"

All the Chinese people present bit their lips at the same time.

No, it looks very shameless to laugh at this time, this is the patient’s family!