The octopus was dazed for a while, his eyes focused, and he looked at Ronan: "Actually, if you want to kill someone, you don't need this complicated structure, you just need to cut off a part of it randomly, and the dose will be enough, and the effect will be great!"
"..."
Fortunately, Ronan didn't need to explain. Octopus's eyes were blank again and he was immersed in his professional world.
Seeing his reaction, Ronan secretly clenched his fist.
There is a way!
At least at this moment, not only the preparation of pharmaceuticals, but also the principles and functions are worthy of careful study by professionals.
For Ronan, this is undoubtedly the best news.
Didn't he just share the molecular formula directly with the octopus to get a similar effect?
At this time, the nutrition warehouse made a sound, indicating that the preset "nap time" had arrived. I didn't want to disturb the octopus's thoughts, but thinking that his uncle and aunt would be here soon, Ronan couldn't help but urge:
"Brother Squidward, please tell me clearly, can you do it? If it is possible, I will give you the dosage and everything."
"Give me the front ones..." Octopus's words were erratic.
"Well?"
The octopus stared at him again, its eyes unblinking, and its face flushed with blood red color: "This is definitely not the original version, right? Any normal person would have been played by so many targeted neurons at the same time.
It’s dead, but its goal is never to play tricks on people, right?”
Awesome! Ronan couldn't help but admire that Octopus could figure out so much from a simple molecular formula.
But in a blink of an eye, I thought, in addition to his eyesight and professionalism, I am afraid that he himself has similar ideas... After all, he is a pharmacist and an awakened person.
Seeing the octopus's reaction, Ronan really didn't know whether he should be anxious or angry, or should be proud.
But he knew that if the octopus stayed in the house and was seen by his uncle and aunt, he would be involved in everything. In fact, the two elders who were going out one after another had already appeared in his sensing range.
It's too late to go out now!
"You disappear immediately, and then I will give you the original version, okay?"
The octopus's eyes shone, and without saying a word, he opened the window of the room and jumped down. To him, the height of the three-story building was just one step.
Ronan let out a long breath, then adjusted his clothes to make sure there were no flaws, then opened the door and went out.
Ms. Luo Shuqing was about to knock on the door, but was startled by Ronan's opening the door. She looked at Ronan's face carefully several times before she smiled and said:
"How is it? Is it effective?"
"It's okay, but if you buy it specially, it's not necessary."
Ronan started acting with his aunt. To be honest, his acting skills were terrible. Fortunately, his aunt also had something on his mind, so their communication was a bit careless.
At this time, the octopus also passed through the six ears and began to harass him forcefully, forcing him to pass on the relevant information.
The more anxious the octopus becomes, the calmer Ronan becomes.
Now, he must make a new judgment on his grandfather's achievements... and make a decision!
A chaotic weekend afternoon began.
In fact, the afternoon passed very quickly. After the nap, Ronan and Mo Peng played a few games of Ten Days in the Wilderness, and it was time for Luo Yuandao to go out for his daily walk.
The two young men carefully accompanied the old man and listened to the strange words spoken by the old man. The uncle and aunt were a little farther away, talking softly. It seemed that everything was calm and going on in a step-by-step manner.
The problem is that Ronan's ears have never been clear. His uncle and aunt thought they were far enough away, but some words would always fall into Ronan's sensing range, and without exception, they were all related to him.
Topics related to "illness".
In addition, the octopus attacks from another direction are also continuous.
Ever since Ronan gave the corresponding molecular formula, the octopus was like a bag of raw salt poured on it, and its mind began to twitch. Surprised, confused, doubtful... and everything was completely shattered before Ronan's living example.
.
As Octopus said before, no matter how absurd the logic is, as long as it can be verified in the real world, its existence must be acknowledged.
At this time, Octopus was sitting in the laboratory, trying to prepare the medicine, and sighed to Ronan:
"When I saw the first step, I felt like a fool, and when I saw the last step, I felt like a lunatic. But when the first step and the last step are combined, you can say... we are all trash!"
"Give me another one. Just give me one more of those pre-potions you mentioned. I need to verify my idea!
"No, don't give it yet, I'm about to explode with logic. Oh my god, why did you consider this step? Neuronal structural differentiation, development and proliferation, degenerative inhibition, including withdrawal reactions, everything is covered, even if I have a picture in front of me
The brain hologram cannot be calculated at all, it is a whole time process..."
"This is simply not what humans should achieve, whether they create it or take it!"
When Ronan first heard these words, he felt almost uncontrollable excitement and pride. But slowly, these passionate emotions melted away one by one in the weak and strange body movements of his grandfather beside him.
What do these compliments mean to Grandpa?
Even if all the honors and prestige he deserves are given to him, can this old man who lives in a closed self-logic have a moment of joy?
Even from the most realistic perspective, the fact that a nursing home is open to full-time visits to an elderly person whose condition continues to deteriorate is by no means good news.
This is no different from giving up treatment.
Ronan stared at the old man's withered profile. Every word and deed of the old man throughout the day flowed and penetrated into his heart, and what grew out of it was an increasingly clear idea.
It was getting late, and the whole day of visiting and escorting had come to an end. The family was preparing to return to the city. At this time, Ronan asked Octopus about the potion through Liu Er, and the other party gave him a great deal:
"The association has a special express delivery channel, which is absolutely safe and convenient. Starting from tomorrow, I can provide rationed supplies."
"Then thank you Squidward."
"What is this? This little thing is nothing compared to the value of two molecular formulas."
Octopus is still gearing up: "By the way, during this period of time, I want to write a paper based on the molecular formula and publish it in the association's internal journal. Can you order my grandfather to give me the relevant authorization?"
As soon as these words came out, Ronan's heart skipped a beat.
He knew very well that at this stage he did not have the ability to further study and explain his grandfather's theory, so having someone who could do all this on his behalf and give his grandfather the reputation he deserved was one of the best options.
Octopus has an excellent level of potion preparation. He has no selfish thoughts and is very pleasant to communicate with. He is a very good candidate.
Suddenly, is his plan to regain honor for his grandfather in the association about to start?