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Chapter 65 Not quite the same

 "Can you understand what I say?" In the monitored medical room outside the operating room, Lu Chen and Bian Que conveyed information to Watanabe in various ways.

[Fuck you] These four words are like some kind of little black bug living in the sewer. It appears slowly but extremely firmly on the screen, like a middle-aged man's firm attitude towards the world.

Middle finger.

To be fair, not every middle-aged person dares to raise his middle finger to the world. If Watanabe can really recite "I fuck you" fifteen thousand times in front of Lu Chen, Lu Chen can at least still

"Respect him as a man."

But what do you mean when you're soaking in a salt water tank and swearing? If you weren't no different than a boiled egg now, I'd whip you!

This impulse of "I'm going to whip you" came back and forth in Lu Chen's mind several times, and eventually became less and less numb as the numbness grew.

I’ve been scolded so much that it doesn’t matter anymore.

Moreover, Lu Chen also saw something else in the lines of "I fuck you".

Watanabe did not fully regain consciousness. Most of the reason why he used swear words to dominate the screen was due to poor control of myoelectric nerves.

The four letters "WCNM" correspond to a strange arc, high on the left and flat on the right, like a fishhook. According to Bian Que's observation, Watanabe's electromyographic nerves seem to be disordered - it is not difficult to see through electromyography

, Watanabe is constantly "eyeballs rolling back and forth".

But this kind of random turning is not completely groundless. Watanabe can control "turn" or "not turn", but he cannot control the direction and speed of turning.

"I think his nerves haven't fully grown yet." Lu Chen made a judgment that only a neurologist can make. "The optimal growth time for stem cell nerve gel is 24 to 48 hours. It may be a little too early now."

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"We still cannot rule out that this is irreparable brain damage caused by long-term hypoxia." Bian Que said, "Mr. Watanabe has probably permanently lost the ability to control the muscles of his eyes."

"I hope the one who guessed correctly is me." Lu Chen shook his head, "The situation is temporarily stable now, you continue to monitor it - if there are changes, then contact me as soon as possible, or contact Dr. Shenuchi at the institute."

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When he met Mu Zhiran again, Lu Chen was surprised to find that his girlfriend looked worried.

The worried Dr. Mu is in a rare state - the last time she ate casserole noodles, when Dr. Mu claimed that she discovered that all lithium electrons were rotating downwards, she still had the heart to use a more "poetic" statement to resolve the tension.<

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Now Mu Zhiran has his worries on his face, which is not a good sign.

Mu Zhiran raised his head and glanced at Lu Chen, who was not speaking. But Giuseppe, who was holding his nose next to him, took the initiative and asked, "How is it?"

"Who are you asking?" Lu Chen threw his tired body on the beanbag sofa and didn't want to move at all. "Brother Yang was taken away by the General Investigation Bureau. I don't know the reason. I don't know if he can be released."

- If my doctoral thesis cannot be released, I will have to change the corresponding author. Watanabe has only one brain left, and he is soaking in saline and rolling his eyes back and forth - and then he curses hard, saying "Fuck you".



The amount of information in this paragraph is a bit too much, and Giuseppe thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure out what the relationship between the corresponding author and the swearing was.

Tang Qinglong took the initiative to comfort him, "You have to have confidence in Teacher Yang. After all, he is the director of immunology at our Central University. He will not have any major problems in complying with laws and regulations."

"The only question is, how did Brother Yang come up with such a surgical plan?" Lu Chen, who was lying on the beanbag sofa, pointed out the key to the problem. "A normal surgeon would not be crazy enough to think of cutting out the brain."

It is a treatment method that is maintained separately from the body."

"Although the plan is a bit crazy, at least Lao Yang didn't put the idea into the brain-computer interface." Tang Qinglong was a good man after all. He tried to comfort Lu Shen and said, "As long as the explanation is clear - the surgery plan itself does not involve any illegal behavior, right?

?"

Lu Chen twisted his head, then curled his lips, "Who can say for sure... maybe Watanabe was scolding him for this."

"How are you feeling now?" Director Li Xiaohui approached Lu Chen and asked, "Do you have any thoughts or feelings that are different from before? Do you feel particularly stressed? Do you feel guilty?"

"...Huh?" Lu Chen, who was lying on the bean bag sofa and fell into active paralysis, widened his eyes, "What?"

"More than a dozen people died in front of you just now, and the way of death was quite exciting." Li Xiaohui said, staring at Lu Chen's eyes and mouth and asked, "You don't feel anything about this?"
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This question was a bit unexpected. Lu Chen thought about it carefully and then nodded and said, "Yes."

"How do you feel?" Li Xiaohui continued to ask, "You can talk about whatever you feel. You don't have to worry about moral laws - let's just talk about personal feelings."

"The feeling... is that we must strictly abide by the laboratory regulations." Lu Chen said seriously, "This is the first time I have seen someone suspended in mid-air by magnetism. It is so scary."

Director Li Xiaohui took a deep breath through her nose, and then breathed it out gently through her mouth. After three times, she continued to ask, "You just manually induced the first active collapse in human history. Does this have any impact on you?"<

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Lu Chen nodded, "It has an impact."

"Tell me about it." Li Xiaohui forced herself to say in a tone of encouragement for a baby to walk, "What are the effects?"

"Is it possible to reserve a seat before attending the awards dinner at the Stockholm Science Hall?" Lu Chen frowned and asked, "I want to sit at the table on the left side of the hall."

Even Li Xiaohui, who is as experienced as the youngest director of the National Mental Health Center, became temporarily absent-minded when she heard this answer.

"Also, can I win two awards for research in one field?" Lu Chen frowned and looked anxious, "Zhiran is sure to win the physics award, but can this research also allow me to win the medical physiology award at the same time?



After talking to himself here, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes wide, "After winning the Stockholm Science Award, will I get some preferential treatment when applying for experimental materials in the future?"

"Xiao Lu, you have to know that there are thirty to fifty academician titles given out every year in this world." Tang Qinglong interjected from the side, "but there are at most eighteen Stockholm Science Prize winners a year - this

This is just the most common case. Most of the time, only six to ten awards are given out a year."

"Academicians may not be able to win the Stockholm Science Prize. After all, not every academician is lucky enough to become the 'person who has made the greatest contribution to mankind' in the process of his or her work." Tang Qinglong came over and patted him.

Lu Chen's shoulder said, "You and Zhiran's discoveries deserve this title. From now on, all scientists studying the Great Collapse must based on your discoveries and continue to move forward through the path you have explored - this is the real

What an honor."

Lu Chen turned to look at Li Xiaohui, who had a complicated expression, "So... why does Dr. Mu look so strange? She was affected differently than me?"


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