Irma August 17, 1255
very bad cloudy day
The bullfinch gene chain experiment has been shelved for 3 years, and I plan to restart it. This new instrument is already familiar, and it can help in experiments to some extent, which is indeed a good thing. The experimental plan was drawn up today, and I hope this time it won't be as messy as it was 3 years ago.
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August 21
Sunny room temperature 22 degrees humidity 60%
At 9:00 in the morning, the bullfinch gene chain was successfully intercepted, and the mutation reaction was started.
At 3:12:33 pm, the laboratory thermostat failed for 5 minutes, the temperature rose to 27 degrees, and the mutation reaction was disturbed, but after the temperature dropped below 25 degrees, it gradually stabilized.
For the 12th time, the experimental subjects had type B symptoms—sudden decline in immunity, severe allergies, clustered macules on the chest, back, outer thighs and ankles, body temperature of 38.5 degrees, and continued fever for 5 hours.
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September 17
Thunderstorm room temperature 22 degrees humidity 62%
Among the 100 groups of bullfinch gene chains, 85 groups succeeded in the directional mutation reaction, and the other 15 groups deviated from the track for 1-7 hours due to interference. After the environment stabilized, the probability of recovery was 93.33%, which is a reassuring figure.
At 11:12:38 p.m., the subject developed Type A symptoms for the 31st time—moderate cramps, dysphagia, body temperature of 38.1 degrees, and continued fever for 3 hours.
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November 23
Blizzard room temperature 20 degrees humidity 57%
The gene modification reversal function of the instrument was put on hold for a month for some reason, and the in vivo experiment had to be pushed back. I got online with a young lady today. I don’t know what method she used. In short, she managed to sneak in and become a nurse. I see her every day, but she is actually stalking her in disguise.
This bothers me extremely, and I hope she doesn't interfere with the progress of my experiment.
At 4:02:18 p.m., the subject experienced Type A symptoms for the 37th time—severe cramps, lacrimation, nasal congestion, body temperature 39.0 degrees, and continued fever for 5 hours.
Symptoms have occurred more frequently in the past week than in the past.
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December 14
Sunny room temperature 23 degrees, humidity 60%
The temperature and humidity are just right today, and the reversal function of the instrument is basically stable, which is suitable for auxiliary experiments.
At 10:00 a.m., the signs were all within the normal range, and the bullfinch gene chain that had undergone directional mutation was introduced into the body. After 2 hours and 15 minutes, there was a fever with a body temperature of 38.6 degrees for 1 hour.
Required observation period - 7 days.
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December 16
Another very bad rainy day
The experimental subjects had a rejection reaction, and the fusion of the bullfinch gene chain was incomplete. The preliminary judgment is that due to the decline in immunity during the observation period, there was one allergic symptom, which led to a deviation in the fusion.
Rejection - discoloration of the iris, scale calluses on the right hand.
It is not difficult to correct this superficial rejection, and it will take about a week.
Another: Recently, the subject's symptoms alternated with AB, and the frequency reached once a day.
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The content on the screen is being played one by one in sequence, and some people in the Lin Yuan experimental team have already frowned and let out a sigh
They were researchers who were quietly transferred from elsewhere by Devo Eves. They were temporarily cooperating with Lin Yuan's operation, and they were not familiar with Jacques Bai.
These experimental records made them feel a little uncomfortable, because the tone and wording were too rational.
Every time he described the subject, Jacques White showed no subjective emotion.
This gives the illusion that the subject is less like a living person and more like an object to him. He always stood in the perspective of a bystander, coldly observing the bits and pieces.
The only function of this "item" is to provide a reference data. Once the in vivo experiment is over, the mission of the test subject is completed, and from now on, it doesn't matter whether it is alive or dead.
A little… cold blooded.
On the screen, Jacques Bai, who was hidden behind the recording, could not feel this evaluation, and still recorded each piece of change data in detail until the end of the experiment.
The editing time shown in the last record was not long ago, the day Lin Yuan last saw him in the hospital.
This record is something special, not a written version, but an audio recording.
It should be that after he recorded it in advance, he found an opportunity to store the data in the instrument.
"Room temperature 20 degrees, humidity 57%
Subjects had 3 episodes in 24 hours with mixed AB symptoms, transient cardiac arrest, mild hallucinations, and bone pain. I'm sorry that because of my negligence, the time of each attack was not accurately recorded.
The in vivo experiment has come to an end, all I have to do is wait, there should be final results in 3-5 days.
At that time, a record may be updated again, maybe not, depending on the situation, I can't guarantee this.
But that's not so important.
Lin, your ability has always been reassuring. I believe that what you have is enough to allow you to break through the bottleneck and progress smoothly. "
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There was silence in the laboratory.
Lin Yuan didn't know what to think, and his face suddenly turned very bad. Before turning off the audio of the experimental diary, he hurriedly opened the "data folder".
It contains reaction maps of the various stages, extremely detailed data sheets, and a selection of photo thumbnails.
Someone in the laboratory exclaimed, "So complete?"
Even those who feel cold-blooded have to admit that Jacques Bai is right, these contents are quite precious, and the final result is actually irrelevant.
What he left behind was enough for Lin Yuan and the others to avoid failures and risks, and to calculate the truest success rate.
In other words, those sick people were saved!
There was a small burst of cheers from the young researchers, but they calmed down in an instant.
"Where's Doctor Jacques White?"
"Yes! Where are the others? In any case, he helped a lot this time!"
"That's right, but why isn't he in our team?"
"Doctor Lin, the look on your face... what's wrong?"
As soon as these words came out, the buzzing discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on Lin Yuan, and then followed his gaze to the screen again.
As soon as he clicked on several of the photos, the individual body parts of the test subjects appeared on the big screen.
The first photo is of a pair of light blue eyes, photo notes: iris discoloration, lasting 7 days and 4 hours.
The second shot is of the tiger's mouth on the right hand, with scaly calluses resembling the claws of a bullfinch.
The third photo is still the tiger's mouth on the right hand, and the scales are replaced by wounds. Remarks in the photo: The scales stay on the surface tissue and can be removed. Because the subjects had symptoms of ephemeral red blood cell excess, the wounds healed more slowly.
If Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan were present at this time, they would have found that the blue eyes and the scars on the tiger's mouth in the photo were all too familiar...
"This subject is..." Someone stared at the photos and said hesitantly.
"... It's Jacques Bai himself." Lin Yuan's face was pale, "I may not be able to see the color of the eyes, but I recognize the hands."
His voice was hard, almost inaudible by the end. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head sharply to look at Mervyn Bai who was beside him: "Uncle Braid, Jacques He..."
Mervyn Bai's face was even worse than Lin Yuan's.
He looked at the screen almost in astonishment, the blood on his slightly parted lips faded.
At this moment, the last audio of the experimental diary suddenly lit up again after being quiet for five minutes. Jacques Bai's voice sounded again.
It was as if he had been silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but add a sentence at the end. This was the only warm sentence in the hundreds of diaries big and small—
"Lin, I don't know if you will hear this. If you do, please tell me..."
"…Apologize to Dad for me."
After another silence, Jacques Bai sighed softly.
"Forget it, keep it a secret for me, don't mention it to him."
Mervyn Bai's always clear and clear eyes suddenly dimmed, and a circle of red was forced out.
He stayed for a moment, pressed Lin Yuan and said, "You stay and continue." Then he turned around and left.
At that moment, his footsteps rushing out the door were almost panicked.
He knew better than anyone what was going on in Jacques White—in the last few experimental records, Jacques had begun to experience cardiac arrest and mild hallucinations. If his experiments on himself are slow to succeed, these conditions will get worse day by day.
He couldn't imagine where Jacques was now, whether there was anyone around him who could take care of him, and how far his symptoms had progressed...
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3am.
The people dispatched by Eunice echoed back and forth, saying that they had been guarding downstairs for a few days and did not see Jacques Bai go out, but a few minutes ago, they accompanied Mervyn Bai to unlock the building but found that Jacques's apartment was empty and full of people. is gone.
End of Parrot Street Boulevard.
The detention center holding fake nurse Amy Boro got the news and woke the young lady from her sleep for an urgent arraignment.
Ask her about the clues she knows, as well as Jacques Bai's participation and possible whereabouts.
At the same time, in the laboratory of the Gene Building.
Lin Yuan forced himself to calm down and imported the data that Jacques had worked so hard to leave into the analyzer.
Today's most sophisticated and high-end instruments turn on the computing lights one after another, and the data from both virtual experiments and in vivo experiments are densely gathered together, like a long and endless traffic flow at night, speeding on two different fork roads, and finally rushing together.
The sleepless people in the lab are hustling to rule out risk-adding conditions.
In the end, the screen scrolled dozens of pages, and the result jumped out big and clear:
The success rate was revised to 73.81%
Lin Yuan made a decision on the spot and immediately started treatment.
Half an hour later, the complete treatment plan was rushed out.
In the Ivy 7 Hospital, which accepts the most lonely and widowed elderly people, the victims of the Shao Weng case were carefully placed on rail stretchers.
In the Ivy General Courtyard in Fawang District, Joe Eves's starry sky blue shuttle came with Ke Jin galloping, and went up the elevator from the underground garage.
Gu Yan kissed Yan Suizhi's pale knuckles and accompanied him from the upper floor to the downstairs.
In these places, dozens of vacated special operating rooms were lit up with shadowless lamps one by one, and the room was bright and white.
The sign outside the door flashed three times, and finally changed its words:
We are in full treatment, please wait.