Two hundred and seventieth chapters of the same purpose
After talking to Mr. Zhao, Wen Rensheng and the others returned on a military transport plane.
In the empty cabin, Wen Rensheng thought for a while and said to Zhao Han, "Can you help me calculate something?"
After all, this involves the treatment of the fetus, which is equivalent to intrauterine correction. It only treats flesh and blood malformations. In the medical field, it is also an extremely difficult operation, not to mention that what he has to do is to get rid of something more troublesome.
Zhao Han immediately said, "Teacher, just give me your orders."
Wen Rensheng briefly talked about helping Lao Zhao solve the hidden dangers of the fetus.
"Ah? My uncle is really pitiful. He came to have a son at an old age, but he still has so many misfortunes." Zhao Han suddenly said with heartache.
"Don't tell outsiders. The fewer people who know about this, the better." Wen Rensheng reminded.
"Oh, I know." Zhao Han understood immediately.
When it comes to unborn children, if the matter becomes publicized, even if the treatment is good, the child may be labeled as an "evil spirit" while growing up and suffer the contempt and alienation of countless people.
And in the whole thing, the fetus is the most innocent and innocent.
"I didn't hear anything." Wang Wenwen, who was wearing headphones and eating snacks, said quickly to prove his innocence.
Zhao Han didn't pay attention to Wang Wenwen's tricks. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. After adjusting his condition, he began to make calculations.
"Little Fatty, the teacher is going to treat my uncle's child this time. Can it be completed smoothly?"
"It can't be cured. Let's wait for death. Say goodbye."
"Be serious! I understand now, you just like to provoke me, don't you?" Zhao Han said angrily.
"Then there's nothing I can do. You won't listen to my good words. All I can say is that you are too incompetent to predict the outcome of this matter."
"This is more pleasant than what I said just now. Is that what I said just now?" Zhao Han lectured.
"You and I are one. From your point of view, those words just now were good words." The narrator seed in her body said with disdain.
Zhao Han said bitterly: "I'm stupid, I really can't understand what kind of words that is. Don't be clever regardless of the occasion."
"You are indeed stupid. Why don't you think about it carefully? You are now the only heterogeneous descendant of your Zhao family. You don't know that your uncle actually swore that he could only have one biological child in his life. If you follow what I just said
If your teacher loses confidence in treatment, the success rate of treatment will be greatly reduced. Once the child dies, all your uncle’s future resources will be yours, not to mention experts, just..."
"Shut up!" Zhao Han didn't finish listening, and suddenly became furious, almost shouting out the words exchanged in his mind.
She was breathing heavily and her face was ashen, which immediately made Wang Wenwen and Wen Rensheng turn their heads to look at her with surprised expressions.
"What's wrong with you? Are you having side effects again?" Wang Wenwen came over and patted her back to make her breathe more evenly.
"It's nothing," Zhao Han looked ugly. After she calmed down her breathing, she asked a little dejectedly, "Wenwen, tell me, is the alien species we activated a good thing or a bad thing?"
Wang Wenwen did not answer immediately.
When Wen Rensheng heard this, he vaguely understood that the opponent might have suffered another critical attack from the alien species just now.
He explained: "Zhao Han, do you know our human immune system?"
"I know, I learned it in physiology class." Zhao Han lowered his head and said.
"A weak immune system will result in an inability to resist germs and viruses, and a minor illness may lead to death; an overly strong immune system will also cause problems, leading to human immune diseases and allergies to many foods. Just eat more shrimps
All may lead to death. In a sense, xenogenes are the same existence as the immune system for us," Wen Rensheng explained.
"I seem to understand a little bit." Zhao Han said thoughtfully..
The angry and intense emotions just now slowly receded.
Her own alien species is just too strong.
She began to feel complacent that alien species could communicate with her, feeling that she was better than others and that she was unique.
Now I understand that the other party is so strong that it wants to actively control her mind to serve itself.
Whether it was the deliberate stimulation of myself last time or the evil instigation this time, the purpose is the same - to become stronger, to become stronger by any means, and to become stronger without any humanity.
It is just a foreign thing, there is no reason to help me for no reason, and I am not a beautiful woman who can attract countless licking dogs.
It is not human, and naturally has no humanity. It is like a wild beast, only plotting for its own survival and strength.
Therefore, you must be firm in your mind and strengthen your strength in order to control it and prevent yourself from going astray.
After thinking clearly, she said to Wen Rensheng: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't predict the outcome of your treatment yet."
"Well, it doesn't matter, just try your best." Wen Rensheng comforted.
A few hours later, the transport plane landed at the Dongshui Inspection Department's airport.
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Mr. Zhao’s home.
In a quiet room.
Wen Rensheng and Mr. Zhao sat opposite each other.
"If you fail, can you bear the consequences?" Wen Rensheng finally asked.
Mr. Zhao patted his newly swollen belly and said, "Oh, life is unpredictable. If I really fail, I can only accept my fate."
"With your connections, you can definitely invite some masters or even grandmasters to take action, right?" Wen Rensheng asked doubtfully.
Mr. Zhao sighed and said: "I'm afraid the average master is not as capable as you? As for the grandmaster, you overestimate me. They are all ruthless and have a heart of stone. How can they waste time to save a fetus?"
"Grandmaster? How many grandmasters do we have in China?" Wen Rensheng asked curiously.
"There are hundreds of masters, and there are probably only dozens, or even a dozen, of grandmasters. This is one of the highest secrets, and the level of confidentiality is much higher than the number of mushrooms. I can only roughly estimate it based on the difficulty of breaking through the masters.
." Mr. Zhao said ambiguously.
"I understand. Then please make preparations, Madam, and adjust your mentality. I will also make some preparations." Wen Rensheng replied.
"Well, I'll leave everything to you." Mr. Zhao bowed slightly and said.
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I will do my best." Wen Rensheng extended his hand to help.
Coming out of Mr. Zhao's villa, Wen Rensheng looked back and shook his head slightly.
Lao Zhao's selection was both accidental and inevitable.
By chance, there are so many mysterious experts in China, and Tianming Society was able to choose him among thousands of people.
It must be that the other person has a high position, a high starting point, and has made the vow to "only have one child." If you are reincarnated into his child, you will be able to get the most resources to cultivate him.
This scene reminded him of a character in "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang", Miao Monk Wuhua.
Wuhua was one of the sons of a certain East Island ronin, who was entrusted to a master to raise him before his death. The ronin wanted to use the adopter's lofty status and resources to unify the martial arts world of Central China with his descendants.
It's really different from what happened before.
The layout of the Dongdao Destiny Society naturally started a long time ago. The question is, will they only lay out the chess piece of Lao Zhao's child?
Impossible, the monk Wuhua in the story has a brother who is the young master of another gang.
And where is the other brother of Mr. Zhao’s child?
With this question in mind, Wen Rensheng drove to the company.
He wants to find his master.
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Tianxing Club, R&D Center Manager’s Office.
After hearing Wen Rensheng's request, Wei Yiqing stared at him for a long time and then said, "How do you want me to help you?"
"It's very simple. Use your power of misfortune to attach it to that evil spirit, so that it will be in trouble every step of the way. It's best if it falls down without me exerting much force." Wen Rensheng said.
Finally, I couldn't help but push it even further.
"I'll give it a try, but you just said that it has absorbed so much power that it may not be easy to deal with." Wei Yiqing touched the end of her braid, but did not care about Wen Rensheng's excessive demands.
Wen Rensheng hurriedly said: "Master and disciple are of the same mind, and they can cut through metal. If the master takes action, I think there will be no problem."