Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 835 is for you

"Let me go! Who are you guys? Let me go! You are illegally banned! It's a crime... let me go!"

Through the glass, you can see that several medical staff are struggling to hold down Dr. Ferranci's hands and feet – of course, it is not that these medical staff can't control Dr. Ferranci, but because they are afraid of hurting Ferran. Dr. Qi, so the task of repression is particularly difficult.

This is the third day after the expert team hated it for the first time.

Mr. Orphee’s face was scum, and he had never left the hospital during this time. The red eyes and dark circles make Mr. Orphe's image very bad.

"Mr. Orphee, Dr. Ferranci’s memory has once again gone backwards... But his brain’s favorite activity is even worse than yesterday.” The attending doctor looked at the report at hand.

Mr. Orphee said quietly at this time: "His memory at this time should be around twenty-six years old."

The attending doctor gave a glimpse and then quickly flipped through the various reports on hand. "When the age of twenty-six?"

Mr. Orphee sighed: "He just said that he would accompany me to see Poz's championship event. This is the event that I promised to take when I was eight years old... a birthday present."

Because of the need to diagnose the relationship between Dr. Ferranci in more detail, Mr. Orphee has already said Dr. Frankie’s disease with Alzheimer’s disease, and through various means, he found the quiet helper of Ferran. Dr. Qi’s doctor who treated the disease received Dr. Ferranci’s medical records for the past two years.

However, these materials still cannot explain the problem of Dr. Ferranci's brain activity at this time.

Because the brain is crazy about extracting the relationship between body nutrients, Dr. Ferranci wakes up for a short time, but every time he wakes up, his memory will go backwards.

The more he lived, the more 'young' he was... so I wanted to go, and I couldn’t help the doctors of some expert groups to make a hypothesis. Dr. Ferranchi would eventually remember to fall back to the babyhood and finally become an ignorant 'Baby'...even, maybe waiting for his memory to fall back to the beginning, perhaps at the end of the doctor's life.

"Let me go... let go of me..."

The medical staff is injecting a tranquilizer into Dr. Ferranci, which can slightly stop the activity of the doctor's brain. But when he wakes up, the activity will be further enhanced. Repeatedly, it can only be a way to drink and quench thirst.

Looking at Dr. Ferranci’s half-closed eyes, Mr. Orphee suddenly slammed a spirit, “Stop... let them stop!”

"Mr. Orphee, if we stop now, we can't give the doctor a nutritional mixture, so his body will soon be unbearable..."

"I said stop!!" Mr. Orphee grabbed the collar of the attending doctor in one hand. Over the years, he was in a strong position, and the doctor was unable to breathe. He could only quickly call out the medical staff to stop. .

Mr. Orphee broke into the intensive care unit at this time. He untied the straps on Dr. Ferranchi's hands and feet, and looked at Dr. Ferranci, who was half-awake because of his crazy consumption. Mr. Orphee reached for the next side. A bottle of synthetic nutrient solution was taken over.

"Listen, do you want to leave here? Right? You want to take your son to see Boze's game, right?" Mr. Orphee stared at Dr. Ferranci. "If you want to go out, I can take you out." But the premise is that you have to eat these things for me! If you agree, just click on it!"

I saw Dr. Ferranci nodded in a difficult position, and Mr. Orphee carefully fed the nutrient solution to Dr. Ferranci's mouth and let him take it.

These business liquids actually contain sleeping ingredients. After Dr. Ferranci took it, they soon showed a state of drowsiness.

The attending doctor wiped a sweat and came in at this time, and sighed: "It’s finally eaten... However, the currently known nutritional mixture is almost unable to keep up with Dr. Ferranci’s consumption. Mr. Orphee Maybe, we should consider the back plan..."

Each time, a more advanced nutritional mixture is used, and Dr. Ferranci's body is rapidly adapting to these external energy supplements.

Soon, the nutritional mixture that today's technology can produce will not be able to adapt to Dr. Ferranci's own consumption... At that time, if the solution has not been found...

Therefore, the expert group proposed a final method - that is, Dr. Ferranci was frozen in the human body.

In the absence of today's technology, it is only the day when Dr. Ferranci is frozen and waiting for future technological breakthroughs.

But seeing Mr. Orphee holding Dr. Ferranci at this time, it seems that he was planning to leave the intensive care unit. The doctor at the main doctor suddenly became shocked. "Mr. Orphee, what are you doing?"

I heard Mr. Orphee take a deep breath: "Help me contact the frozen company in Europe."

Already... made a decision in my heart?

The attending doctor stared at Mr. Orphee and left Dr. Ferranci. The last moment, he subconsciously shouted: "Where do you want to take him?"

"Look at the game."

......

The car was driving fast on the road, behind it, followed by several cars of the same model, followed by a white ambulance.

In the front of the car, Mr. Orphee, who was driving, glanced at the box in front, filled with the high concentration of nutrient mixture brought out by the hospital.

"Oh... I don't like this taste, is it orange?"

In the front passenger seat, Dr. Frankie frowned and wanted to spit out a ball that had just been eaten. Mr. Orphee reached out and grabbed Dr. Ferranci's mouth. "You need to swallow it, otherwise I am Will not take you to the stadium."

"Well, Matthew." Dr. Ferranchi shook his head and reluctantly licked his throat.

It seems that it is not just a memory retrogression, but even a memory disorder. At this time, Dr. Ferran recognized Mr. Orphee as one of his old buddies, Mr. Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum.

"Hey, Matthew, is there so many buildings in the neighborhood, why don't I remember?" Dr. Ferranci looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest.

Mr. Orphee did not know how the world in Dr. Ferranci’s eyes was formed. He could only follow the meaning of Dr. Ferranci’s words, so he had no choice but to say: “This world is changing with each passing day, you I stay in the lab every day, of course I don’t know the changes in the outside world."

Dr. Ferranchi laughed dismissively. "Nonsense! The world's changes come from technology. If it weren't for the technology we developed all the time in the lab, the world is changing! We know better than them." !"

"I did not deny what you mean." Mr. Orphee shook his head.

Dr. Ferranchi frowned at this time. "Matthew, will we miss the time? Is Orphee really waiting for me at the stadium? Oh... I blame me, I forgot this thing, if not You remind me, I am still correcting the papers in the office!"

Dr. Ferranci of this ‘time’ should still be a teacher in the National University, far from the time he was recruited to the National Research Institute.

"When do I have a reminder... Oh, yes, I remind you." Mr. Orphee sighed. "You really often forget your family because of work."

"Is there a way to do this? Our professor is going to pick an assistant, which will help me in the future." Dr. Ferranchi shook his head. "You guys who have no family, you won't understand."

Mr. Orphee smiled bitterly: "But have you ever thought about it, Orphee... He doesn't necessarily like to see you busy. Maybe he wants you to stay at home and spend more time with him, even if it's just a simple kick. One afternoon football?"

"I will come to talk about this, this kid, this year's birthday wish actually said to watch football, and also said to grow up to become a great footballer!" Dr. Ferranchi gnashed his teeth.

Mr. Orphee glanced, "Becoming a football player is a very good dream. Isn't that the case for children?"

Be a great football player... dreams many years ago.

Dr. Ferranchi shook his head, did not speak, just squinted and leaned back in the seat, silently... Mr. Orphee saw, quickly and nervously opened the box filled with nutrient medicine, and pushed Dr. Ferranci The shoulder: "Ferrant, Ferranci, don't sleep, it's almost there! Ferranci, eat some sugar... Ferranci!"

"Matthew! Don't bother me."

Dr. Ferranchi opened his eyes at this moment and took a shot of Mr. Orphee. He blamed: "I am sleepy, so I can't wait for a while... You just broke my dream and know?" I just dreamed that Orphee grew up and took a very beautiful bride. He was taking the vow of the wedding ring from my hand, ah, bastard! You actually woke me up at this time! You are like this. Bear the anger of the world as a father! I curse your bachelor for a lifetime!"

I... I have taken it from you once... Father.

"Yeah... I am really sorry." Mr. Orphee suddenly choked.

At this point, Mr. Orphee’s Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Orphee looked at Dr. Ferranci and saw that he had narrowed his eyes and said that he would continue to return to the dream of Orphee’s marriage.

"Sir, it has already been arranged. But because of the rush of time, we can only ask that the ball that Poz is in will pick out a team of reserve players. Their election is playing in other places at this time... after all, it is important The current year’s competition is really..."

When Mr. Orphee looked at Dr. Ferranci again, he lowered his voice and said, "Listen, I still have 15 minutes to arrive, so that the players are ready."

......

There are not many people in the football field. Mr. Orphee suddenly had a feeling of luck - fortunately, the player he played as a child was not famous, and he always mixed in the second division. If this is not the case, he really does not know where to find a large number of audiences.

But even so, it has already brought a lot of group performances, so that it is not too empty - like the year.

"Oh... has it started?" Dr. Ferranchi opened his eyes.

In fact, he is now like a patient with narcolepsy. He will fall into a state of near sleep when he walks two steps, but for some reason, he can always wake up.

Dr. Ferranci did not mention Orphee. Originally, Mr. Orphee also arranged a small actor to temporarily act as the 'Ophelia of childhood'. At this time, it seems that it is temporarily unavailable.

The little actor stood by in a place not far away, boringly watching a group of actors in front of them pulling up the banner, screaming and screaming, and then pulling the corner of Laofi’s secretary. "If you don't play, I will also Charges."

Mr. Secretary stared at the little guy with a black line and said in a dark voice: This kid is rich in money.

He shook his head in a wry smile, and then looked at Mr. Orphee. I don't know what his sir and Dr. Ferrancibo are saying at this time.

"Hey!! Poz! Give me some strength! Are you eating?"

Like a young man, from this old, almost collapsed body, the current vitality of a strong man is erupting. Mr. Orphee was worried about pulling Dr. Ferranch who wanted to rush out of the audience. "Ferranci, old man, can you be civilized?"

"Oh...sorry, too excited." Dr. Ferranchi sat down as he sat down, then looked around at himself: "Matthew, have you seen Orphee? He seems to have disappeared!"

Said, Dr. Ferranchi stood up in a hurry - Mr. Orphee stunned, it seems that his father is this ‘thinking’ thing.

He hesitated a moment and gave up the idea of ​​letting the secretary call the little actor. He said: "Have you forgotten? Orphee went to the bathroom."

"Oh... is it?" Dr. Ferranchi nodded, and then he sat down again and shook his head. "In fact, I am too angry to see this. I would rather stay in school to continue to change the volume, or It is an experiment."

Mr. Orphee said: "You didn't like sports."

I remembered that when Dr. Ferranci came to see the game with him, he was sleeping in a messy environment for a whole second half of the game. Mr. Orphee smiled subconsciously.

Dr. Ferranchi shook his head and glared at the general. "Who let Orphee like it? When you are a father, you will understand."

Dr. Ferran gently rubbed Mr. Orphee's shoulder.

"I don't understand." Mr. Orphee looked at Dr. Ferranci, and the root string was touched. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you often put Ophelia in your mouth, but why do you always leave it to him?" It’s just the back, I don’t understand, until later, there is only a satellite in your heart.”

"Yes... you don't understand, don't understand..." Dr. Ferranch muttered, seemingly thinking of something.

Mr. Orphee was keenly aware of Dr. Ferranci’s anomaly, and suddenly he was a little excited, but he heard Dr. Ferranchi shrugged suddenly. “You certainly don’t understand, because you are not a father, haha!”

"Yeah... I am not." Mr. Orphee sighed and looked at the players you came to me on the football field below. "Really, I can say you... In fact, I am the same, these years. ""

“How suddenly became negative?” Dr. Ferranci asked curiously.

Mr. Orphee turned his head and patted Dr. Ferranci's leg. He smiled and shook his head. "Nothing, just... just suddenly remembered his father."

"Oh, old Matthew must have brought you many wonderful memories." Dr. Ferranchi nodded.

Mr. Orphee’s body trembled, he determined what he needed to do, a near-instinctive impulse to let him stand up suddenly. He looked at Dr. Ferranci. “You’re right, they played really. It’s too bad, I really should take a few words.”

"Oh?" Dr. Ferranci glimpsed.

At this time, Mr. Orphee grabbed the guardrail with both hands, and the body almost sneaked out. He shouted: "Hey! Poz! Shit!! Let the force of your milking come out!! You have a soft waste!" Shit!!!"

It’s so loud and loud, even people far away can hear it... The secretary who listens to the support and a group of medical staff who are on the go have a look at it – Mr. Secretary is even grateful. Fortunately, there are no such guys as journalists. Otherwise, Mr. Orphee, as a key member of the country, is very damaging to the image in public.

"Ah! Dogs!! Boz, you are a shit!" Dr. Ferranchi stood up and laughed and learned the appearance of Mr. Orphee. He also came out and said, "Shit!! ”

"Shit!!"

"Go to hell!!" Mr. Orphee slammed hard and threw the pumping stick on his hand to the court.

"Shit! Go to hell!!" Dr. Ferranci also excitedly learned how Mr. Orphee looked and threw out the atmospheric stick in his hand.

The two suddenly laughed.

......

......

After that, Dr. Ferranci fell asleep and couldn't wake up.

The team's doctor rushed forward and sent Dr. Ferranci to the ambulance for inspection. The conclusion was that Dr. Ferranci's body deteriorated even more, so he needed to be sent immediately. Go back to the hospital.

Mr. Orphee nodded in silence and answered.

However, it didn't take long for the ambulance to be on the road, but Dr. Ferranch suddenly opened his eyes and scared the medical staff next to him for a while.

But obviously this time, Dr. Ferranci’s memory did not go backwards, nor did he advance, but returned to the state in the research institute that day.

Dr. Ferranci's hands were pressed on the stretcher bed, and the doctor tried to calm Dr. Ferranci, but he struggled.

His eyes didn't have a focal length. After discovering that his hands couldn't move, he quickly struggled. Only his lips moved quickly, and he kept reading complex and esoteric content.

"No... the sedatives have failed!" The attending doctor suddenly became confused. "How could this be... how could this be done! The dose is enough for an adult elephant..."

"Then you still have to continue to fight?" Mr. Orphee looked at the attending doctor and wanted to give Dr. Ferranch another shot, and grabbed his arm angrily.

"But...but if you don't let his brain cool down..." the attending doctor said in horror: "Mr. Orphee, he is dying... In this case, soon!"

I saw Dr. Ferranci's nostrils, slowly flowing out of the blood, but he did not know what it seems, still eyesless, still carrying out oral calculations.

But an excessive amount of sedatives will kill you.

"Material! Give me the material! I need the material... give me the material!" Dr. Ferranch suddenly looked to Mr. Orphee, "Material...Material..."

"What material?" Mr. Orpheus asked quickly.

"Materials... Materials... Materials..."

Mr. Orphee bit his teeth and screamed: "Go to the research center... go to the research center!!!!"

......

I don't know what materials I need, but I'm afraid there are no more places than the materials owned by a country's research center. When the director of the research center heard the news, he was shocked and seemed to realize what.

It was not until Dr. Ferranci was sent to the research center by the crowd. When the dean saw the old man look like this, his face suddenly whitened.

Mr. Orphee’s steps were very heavy, silently following the bed, bowing his head, and the dean came forward to ask for information. He just asked directly: “Materials, are you ready?”

"I don't know what material is needed." The dean shook his head. "But I let people move things that can be moved together... Ferranchi, in the end..."

"Maybe what you want." Mr. Orphee's voice was very cold. He suddenly stopped and looked at the dean. He said: "I don't allow you to miss anything!"

The dean nodded heavily.

At this time, the researchers of the research institute have cleaned up a large area, the so-called materials are divided into categories, almost occupying two-thirds of the space in the room. Even they have prepared a variety of tools.

Under the different eyes of the people, Dr. Frankic began to frantically search for something from the beginning of the need of support to the subsequent sudden steps into the material.

Not as much as the last time, writing a lot of advanced knowledge on the wall, Dr. Ferranch just turned the material here, and a lot of precious materials were turned over to the ground like garbage. Some people looked straight. Frowning, a look of heartache.

Suddenly, Dr. Ferran seemed to find what he was looking for, and then quickly placed it on the workbench.

It is a piece of wood.

“Is this...wood board?” a researcher looked at Dr. Ferranci’s face as he began to knock on the board – in fact, it’s really a piece of wood, a piece of wood loaded with precious materials. The wooden board that fell from the box.

Then, Dr. Ferranch began to pick up the ruler, hacksaw, nails and other common tools, and began to cut the board.

No one knows what Dr. Ferranci wants to do.

Only after Dr. Ferranci cut the board in half, he suddenly stopped his hand and seemed to be thinking about it - he picked up an oily pen and started writing on the workbench.

"Look at what he wrote." The dean frowned and directed a researcher in the past.

The researcher nodded. Under the sharp eyes of Mr. Orphee, he only dared to come to Dr. Ferranci and watched it toward the countertop of the workbench.

He frowned at first, and seemed to be somewhat puzzled, but gradually, with the increase in the number of things written by Dr. Ferranci, he began to open his mouth. Later, the researcher even hurried back.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Slow down? Don't panic!"

"It's a design! It's a design!" The researcher quickly said: "It seems to be a three-stage rocket design... but I have never seen it before! I can't figure it out!"

"Look for someone!" The dean took the initiative.

It seems... it’s back to the last scene in the conference room.

A large number of researchers began to gather in this place. They scanned Dr. Frankie’s work on the workbench into the computer, began to analyze its structure, and even started to make data models so that some conclusions could be drawn immediately. .

Mr. Orphee did not pay attention to the enthusiasm and exclamation of these scientists at this time, he just looked at the back of Dr. Ferranci.

Still such a back... All the time has given him such a back.

The attending doctor around him was more anxious at this time, and couldn’t help but be in the ear of Mr. Orphee: "Mr. Orphee...I really don’t intend to stop Dr. Ferranci? He has maintained this state. For a long time, if I don’t stop, I’m afraid... I’m afraid there is no way.”

"Don't you have no way already?" Mr. Orphee looked at the doctor.

He couldn't say a word... The time given to him and the panel of experts behind him was too small. There was no reference case in the past.

In the face of Mr. Orphee's gaze, he finally shook his head in vain.

Mr. Orphee stopped paying attention to the attending doctor, but looked at the back of Dr. Ferranci and whispered: "So... can you be satisfied?"

Mr. Orphee sighed and he felt that he had no need to keep it... At least, he couldn't bear to see Dr. Ferranci fall in front of his eyes.

At least... let his greatness stay in his heart.

Carrying the life of a whole team, even including his own daughter-in-law, this guilty torture to Dr. Ferranci, Mr. Orphee knows better than anyone. Because he and he have always lived under the same roof, with the most intimate relationship in the world.

Because of this, he could not have been Dr. Ferran... He could not prevent himself from forgiving Dr. Ferranci.

Maggie... Is this time watching?

Between Mr. Orphee, it’s like seeing a lot of people who don’t belong here... his wife’s figure, her wife Maggie’s colleagues—those who lost their lives in a disaster long time ago.

Mr. Orphee knew that this was the vision that he saw and the interweaving of the soul.

They are all around Dr. Ferranci, around the workbench... The left behind is always on Dr. Ferranci.

Their spirit...their will.

"Is that all, has been supporting you all the time?" Mr. Orphee muttered to himself.

He showed him to Maggie and looked at himself. He smiled and made a squeaky gesture. Then he looked at Dr. Ferranci with concentration and seemed to say: Look, this is our pride.

Mr. Orphee wanted to say something, but he stopped short. He closed his eyes and tried to write down the scene in which reality and illusion were intertwined.

"That's it." Mr. Orphee sent his blessing to Dr. Ferranci.

He suddenly wanted to knock on the office of the research institute that had been lost, the office of his wife Maggie. He remembered that at the desk of the office, there seemed to be a picture of the family.

Perhaps it should be time to bring this relic back.

“Hey, how can this model not match the design?”

"I look... strange, is the structure of this rocket model too old? Is it like where I have seen it?"

"M901 satellite... This is the model of the rocket propeller for the M901 satellite project, I think of it!"

The messy voice, Mr. Orphee suddenly stopped his steps, turned and looked back... watching the old back is carefully assembling an old model.

This model...

"What is this for the Ph.D.? While pushing the latest rocket design, while working on the oldest model? Can't it be completely?"

Mr. Orphee step by step toward Dr. Ferranci... The back is getting closer and closer, he is getting up when he is a child, watching him back when he goes out, watching him back outside the study room. Nearly, very close...

"Well... I remembered that this rocket was the entry of the technology competition Ferranci. It was because of the structure of the rocket that he won the championship. Since then, the research center has dug him at the university. ... um, it’s true that this model is correct.” The dean of the research institute recalled the memories of a long time ago, but it was very puzzled that Dr. Ferranci assembled the model at this time.

But Mr. Orphee has come to the workbench.

- Orphee, what do you want for this year's birthday present?

- Rocket, I want a rocket! ! I want to go into space, I want to be an astronaut!

- Orphee, our country can't find such a thing now... What about a new football?

- I don't care, I don't care! I want to be an astronaut! I want to take the rocket!

- Well, Dad can do it for you!

......

- Orphee, what do you think I did for you? Hey, the rocket is coming!

- I don't want, this rocket can't fly in the sky!

- Well, it takes a long time to make a big rocket. You should hold this first. After that, Dad will make a real rocket for you. Can you give it away? Is it good to send a rocket to the satellite?

- Really?

--I kid you not.

- A word is fixed!

- A word is fixed!

"In a word..." Mr. Orphee slowly placed his hand on Dr. Ferranci's hand and grabbed it hard. "A word is fixed..."

Dr. Ferranchi trembled a little, but quickly continued to concentrate on assembling the model on the workbench.

Everything.

All for you.

"Dad... don't go! I don't want it!"

(End of this chapter)