Of these three experts, the one on the left is a bald old man with a prosthetic lens in one eye;
The one in the middle is an intellectual lady in her twenties, good-looking, and in her twenties. She wears an instrument in her ear and hangs it on her head. A monocle extends out and is placed in front of her left eye;
The one on the right is a man about forty years old, with a robotic arm in his left hand.
“I personally recommend Dr. Anderson!”
The female receptionist pointed at the robotic arm expert:
"His arm did not become like this because of the injury, but the robotic arm was actively replaced in order to perform more precise surgery. It can be said that he is an excellent and responsible doctor!"
Zhang Lang frowned and focused on the lady in the middle: "What is she wearing on her head?"
"That's an external brain chip..." The lady at the front desk patiently answered the question, which should be considered common sense in this world:
"Dr. Zhao cannot accept the implantation of a chip in her brain due to special reasons, so she needs the assistance of an external chip. Of course, there is no problem with her professional level. She can obtain a doctorate in electronic neurology and...
Her clinical medical qualifications are enough to prove her excellence!"
Zhang Lang nodded: "It's her!"
The extrabrain chip is exactly what he needs. Maybe this beautiful doctor can understand his problem.
Soon, Zhang Lang was arranged to Dr. Zhao's clinic. When he walked in, the figure with a black ponytail was packing his things with his back to him.
"Sit there!"
Dr. Zhao said without looking back. Zhang Lang took a look. The consulting room was very large, with a desk in front of it. Inside was a white, strange-shaped bed with various instruments and various displays attached to it.
Screen.
"That's the operating table! Normally, where an operation is performed, the patient will have instruments to perform craniotomy while lying on it. The biotechnology in this world should be very advanced. There is no need for a special operating room, just one instrument can do it.
Solve most problems."
Xu reminded Zhang Lang in his mind that regardless of the fact that Zhang Lang's home world did not yet have such advanced medicine and surgeries were relatively rare, there was probably no chance of entering the operating room just because of this kid's physical condition.
Zhang Lang nodded and sat across from the desk. When the female doctor finished cleaning up, she turned around and gave him a professional smile: "How can I help you?"
"There is something wrong with my brain chip!" Zhang Lang said: "I can't connect to the Internet..."
"Okay, let's check and see the status of the chip in your brain!" Dr. Zhao nodded, letters flashed on the monocle in front of his eyes, and he had obviously made a record.
Humans with chips implanted in their brains no longer need paper and pens. Any information can be stored directly on the hard drive and uploaded to the database. The flow of every piece of information can be recorded.
"No..." Zhang Lang shook his head: "I want to make an external brain chip like you!" As he said that, he took out the chip he had collected before: "The things in my brain have been taken out!"
"Eh?"
Dr. Zhao was very surprised when he saw this scene:
"Removing the chip is very dangerous. Who performed the operation on you? I need to check the records. This is too messy!"
"I was forced to have no choice..." Zhang Lang stopped him: "I encountered an accident. During the rescue, I could only take out this thing. My brain is no longer suitable for chip implantation, so I want to have an external brain surgery.
chip."
"This is ridiculous!" Dr. Zhao obviously didn't believe Zhang Lang's words. Information flashed in the lens: "I haven't found any similar accident or operation records. You are lying! I am your doctor, you must communicate with me
Only by telling the truth can I help you..."
Damn the Internet! It’s too convenient!
Zhang Lang cursed in his mind and looked at the instrument next to Dr. Zhao's ear: "Then Dr. Zhao, why are you carrying that thing?"
"I..." Dr. Zhao frowned and said, "This is my privacy..."
"So I also hope you can respect my privacy..."
"This is different!" Dr. Zhao shook his head: "This is the first time I have encountered a patient like you. If you continue to be unreasonable, I will call the security guard!"
Zhang Lang knew that in such a completely informationized world, lies were useless, so he could only raise his hand and scratch his face!
Under the influence of the magic hand, Zhang Lang's fingertips cut a wound on the hard skin, and blood flowed down. Dr. Zhao subconsciously took two steps back, not understanding that this man was committing suicide in front of him.
What means.
But then, she saw that Zhang Lang wiped the blood off his face, and the wound he made before was gone!
Healed? When?
"You don't want to know what I have gone through..." Zhang Lang said very vaguely: "Half an hour ago, I was still an ordinary Midtown resident, but due to some... factors, my body has changed
, I removed the chip myself... You don’t need to check. With your authority, you can’t find anything..."
Dr. Zhao was stunned. After being stunned for several seconds, he finally sat down again and looked at Zhang Lang. In addition to fear, there was also a trace of pity in his eyes...
"I understand..." Dr. Zhao nodded: "I will help you make a diagnosis that is not suitable for chip implantation, and then match you with an external chip..."
Zhang Lang nodded, and it succeeded...
Altars tend to erase traces of the existence of altars in the mission world. Their common methods are to rationalize items or abilities that do not exist in this world, or to influence the consciousness of a few people so that they are unconsciously willing to do it.
The reincarnator hides some information.
Of course, the premise here is that this information involves the existence of the altar.
Zhang Lang's initial remarks were only about his own abilities. The ability to regenerate may not be a fantasy in a world with extremely advanced biotechnology. The altar did not help cover up the lies he told to cover up this ability.
So what if the regenerative ability is exposed? In the science fiction world, it can be understood as biological transformation of people, and in the magical world, it can be understood as special magic and magic. Even in a relatively realistic world, it can be reluctantly accepted by people as urban legends.
Of course, if Zhang Lang gets into trouble later because of his special abilities, he will have to bear the responsibility himself!
So later, Zhang Lang changed his story and directly exposed his regenerative ability to Dr. Zhao!
The focus of this behavior is not on demonstrating ability, but on what he said!
He was an ordinary person half an hour ago, and then he became what he is now because of some indescribable force!
This is a fact in this worldview. He just replaced someone's identity here. Before he traveled through time, he was indeed a normal person! But the power that allows a normal person to instantly possess special abilities is not available in this world.
existing!
This description points directly to the power of the altar!
So on this issue, the altar cannot sit idly by and must help cover it up!
Zhang Lang tied his own power to the power of the altar, thereby threatening the altar to facilitate him!
As a result, he succeeded, and Dr. Zhao simply agreed to help him make false records and install an external brain chip for him. This was obviously the result of the intervention of the altar!