Early the next morning, Xun Yuming got rid of Zhuang Yi and went to work by himself for the first time after receiving threats.
He used to drive to and from work when he was working abroad. When he thought about it, the last time he took the subway was two years before college. Ever since he lived in Zhuang Yi's dormitory, Xun Yuming hasn't walked many roads, and when he goes to work in a coffee shop, he is picked up by Zhuang Yi's car.
Wages are not as much as gas money. He used to joke with Zhuang Yi that instead of shuttling between Stanford and San Francisco every now and then, it would be better to save trouble and just send money to himself. This joke was shameful and embarrassing.
Zhuang Yi doesn't have much idea about money, and is happy to be Xun Yuming's driver. He had a lot of pocket money since he was a child, his parents got a share, his grandparents gave him a share, and his maternal grandparents forced a share every now and then. He is not greedy, but his family treats him as a treasure. It was not until after graduation that he made money on his own that he rolled out of the world, but the habit of spending money has not changed.
Comparing him with him, Xun Yuming suddenly became a stingy hacker in the vegetable market. He usually charges a penny or two per cent for phone bills, and it has to be recorded in the account book with a decimal point. At the end of the month, he will summarize and calculate and cancel several unnecessary expenses. , and save a small sum, the end is a good accountant.
He got a subway card for himself, starting from Huanshan Road Station, it would cost four yuan for twenty minutes to the hospital, which was fine. After the cross-line kiss last night, it was impossible for him to ride with Zhuang Yi again.
Distance is a delicate thing, sometimes a kiss can bring you very close, and a word can push you very far. The distance between them is like a back and forth chasing game. Change to me chasing you.
Zhuang Yi chased one game first, and it stands to reason that he should be chased by Yuming in the second half, but he ran farther and farther, with no intention of cooperating at all, and he had no sportsmanship.
"You stepped on my foot." With a cold face, he looked down at his brown and black leather shoes, which had a gray mark on them from the sneakers.
"There is a seat over there, who told you not to sit there." Xun Yuming's speech has become really sharp recently, the frequency of stuttering has decreased significantly, and occasionally he can choke.
Zhuang Yi glanced at the empty seat opposite, and said expressionlessly: "How can two people sit?"
You don't want to sit on my lap. he said in his heart.
"You can't drive without a car, so who is to blame." Xun Yuming pulled the strap of his shoulder bag, his water bottle was obliquely inserted beside him, and with this rather rustic movement, he almost fell to the ground.
Zhuang Yi conveniently helped him up, looked at his clear and cold face, and curled the corners of his mouth. It's so good looking that it makes me want to look at it, but my expression and movements are so dull and dull, people just want to press it into my arms and rub it until it turns red.
"There are so many people on the subway, if I don't follow, what if something happens?" His voice was so low that only two people could hear him in the noisy space.
Xun Yuming's ears were itchy, and he wanted to move to the side but there was no room, so he had to endure it. Whenever he was deflated, he would show such a slightly pouted expression, his two bright eyes drooped slightly, as if there was a big hash mark on the top of his head.
"You don't need to worry about it." He said stubbornly, "I can take care of myself."
When the sky is bright and the sun is bright, it will be fine to take the subway.
Xun Yuming comforted himself.
He knows that this is a special period, and he also understands that it is really risky. But Zhuang Yi's kiss last night was a slap in the face, he knew that if he indulged himself again, the consequences might be unbearable.
When the subway arrived at the station, Zhuang Yi went out first, and Xun Yuming walked behind him, like a puppy following its owner, it would come over and wag its tail as soon as it beckoned. The two entered the hospital one after the other, but Zhuang Yi did not go to the consultation room, but followed him to the laboratory.
Xun Yuming opened the door, but no one else came, and the inside was empty. He put down his schoolbag, poured a glass of water for himself and Zhuang Yi, "Do you want to stay here with me?" Just like accompanying him in the outpatient clinic before.
"I should have come earlier." Zhuang Yi promised when he signed the contract with him that he would supervise and help his research, but until now he hadn't carefully understood the specific content.
Xun Yuming took out the petri dish from the aseptic box, and there was a gray-pink brain in it. He brought the microscope and continued the work of yesterday's mushroom head. Zhuang Yi pulled up a chair and sat down, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't I show you my thesis?" Xun Yuming put on rubber gloves and put on a white coat, and sliced the brain carefully, his movements focused and serious.
"Your paper is too complicated, I can't understand it." Zhuang Yi said frankly, this is not his major, so he naturally doesn't understand.
While operating carefully, Xun Yuming explained: "Human nerve cells are very fragile, once injured they will die."
Zhuang Yi looked at his left hand. When the ring finger was completely straightened or bent alone, it still trembled slightly, as if he still had lingering fears from the memory of that injury. In fact, there was nothing wrong with his hand, it was the brachial plexus that was injured, but for no apparent reason, the symptom reflected tremor in the ring finger.
"A human is a precision instrument. The nerves are like the circuits inside, and the brain is like an integrated circuit board, which is full of brain nerve cells and carries information. Once these nerves are damaged, it will lead to the place where it is connected. short circuit."
It's like Zhuang Yi's hand.
"So everyone has been looking for a way to repair these wires." Xun Yuming raised his head, looked at him and said, "The way I try is to regenerate the burnt wires and then reconnect them. This is the regeneration and transplantation of nerve cells. .”
Zhuang Yi nodded, frowned and asked, "Can nerve cells regenerate?"
Burned wires are irreparable, how can necrotic nerves regenerate? It was nothing short of a miracle. Zhuang Yi has struggled with his hands for so many years, and he has also tried countless treatments, but all of them have little effect in the end.
Xun Yuming took a deep breath, pushed his glasses with his wrist, and said, "This is indeed controversial, and many authoritative magazines also hold a negative attitude. It is almost a consensus that adult neurons cannot regenerate."
"Then why..." Zhuang Yi looked at him puzzled. Since he knew it was a dead end, why did he choose this subject? He could have researched other more promising projects.
"I don't think this road will fail." Xun Yuming's expression was extremely firm, and there was a little stubbornness between his brows, "Did you know that one of the supernatural surgeries is hemispherectomy?"
Seems to have heard of it, Zhuang Yi nodded and said: "I have an impression."
Xun Yuming gave him science popularization: "This operation is applied to children to treat epilepsy. There was a baby who had half of his brain removed, and it grew back slowly. This proves that the brain nerve cells of infants It can be regenerated!"
When he said this, he couldn't help but get excited: "It is wrong to deny this subject just because adult neurons cannot regenerate."
"You're right." Zhuang Yi looked at him, as if there was an opponent in the void who was arguing with him, and couldn't help but laugh. "What about your idea?"
"I am now using the brain cells of infants and young children to do research, to create nerves through artificial simulation, and then transplant them into living bodies." Xun Yuming said, "Since the congenital can't regenerate, the acquired nerves can be cultivated for transplantation. , is always possible.”
After all he said, he wanted to accomplish this no matter what. He was so persistent, but he didn't know why.
Zhuang Yi asked again: "Then what is the 'discharge' mentioned in your paper?" He asked this question before, but he didn't bother to discuss it.
Xun Yuming looked at the microscope, put down the scalpel, turned to face him and said, "Look up at these lights."
Zhuang Yi raised his head according to his words. There was a row of light panels hanging on the ceiling, and there were light bars around. This laboratory was specially allocated for him by the hospital to build it. It can be seen that he really put his heart into it at the time. The decoration and equipment are first-class, and the environment is quiet and far away. crowd.
"There are only so many lights in this room." Xun Yuming stretched his neck and raised his head together with him, "Before the decoration, you have to ask the electrician to run the wiring first, because if the installation is a little wrong, the wiring will be messy when you connect it to the electricity. It's easy to short-circuit if you wrap it around."
Zhuang Yi raised his neck sorely and rubbed his shoulders and neck. Seeing him staggering and about to fall, he hurriedly supported him, "Watch out, don't fall."
"Head... dizzy, dizzy." Xun Yuming just stared at the ceiling, dizzy with blood flowing backwards, rubbing his temples and smiling sheepishly. "That's the same with nerve cells. Think about it, if you are in your 20s and 30s, those cells are still growing and firing everywhere, wouldn't it be messed up?"
"So, just as an electrician wraps wires in tinfoil, the brain wraps its neurons, and this foil-like layer is the 'oligodendrocytes,' which inhibit neurons in adults. , so that it cannot be reproduced."
"If I grow a nerve and transplant it into the human brain, but there is no such layer of tin foil on the outside, it will discharge everywhere, and the person will also have epilepsy. Now there are two problems, one is to cultivate nerve cells Come on, the second is to let it not discharge indiscriminately."
Just like you, don't always discharge me indiscriminately. He slanders.
"Do you have a solution?" Zhuang Yi knew he was stuck before.
"I already have an idea." It was too difficult to explain the idea, and Xun Yuming didn't plan to elaborate with him for the time being, "I will do it."
He will, must.
In the worst case scenario, if he develops the disease at the age of 30, he can still be controlled by drugs for a few years, and there is not much time left for him. He needs to heal Zhuang Yi's hand, and he also needs to prove himself, and return to Field's podium again, so that the whole world can see that he is not a lucky guy who only depends on the ranking to win the prize, he has enough Talent out of luck.
"Mingming, do you know what this means?" Zhuang Yi was both surprised and happy. After listening to Xun Yuming's explanation, both eyes were lit up by him, "If your research is really successful, it will definitely attract attention from the industry. Earthquake! It can be used to treat too many diseases, schizophrenia, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's...even Grandpa's Huntington's disease. I know, I know it will not be cured in one go, but with this With this technology as the foundation, the research on these difficult and miscellaneous diseases can produce qualitative breakthroughs! Little ears, you—”
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and he could almost see what kind of medical progress and changes Xun Yuming would bring to mankind in the not-too-distant future. Once this technology research is successful, it is bound to push the wheels of human civilization forward a big step forward.
Holding his face with trembling hands, Zhuang Yi lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "You will eventually be recorded in the annals of history."
He is still that genius boy, no matter how much haze life gives him, he will never give up, always walk at the forefront of the industry, and his soul strives to shine in the darkest corners all the time.
Xun Yuming rubbed his cheeks embarrassingly, and put on a stern face to bluff: "Don't make any more moves, or I will get angry."
"I like that you are angry with me." Zhuang Yi looked into his eyes, the stars shining in them were as usual, but there was no moment more exciting than now.
Zhuang Yi is obsessed with him like a drug addict, not only his proud and beautiful appearance, nor his deep and advanced thinking, but the unique charm born of the mixture of the two.
He loves this man as all things love the sun and grow because of him.
"Do you know little ears?" Zhuang Yi tried to convey this absurd feeling to him, "You make me grow, you make my soul grow."
Some people shrink your soul, some people make your soul grow.
Xun Yuming has such energy.
"You're not ashamed." Xun Yuming was so overwhelmed by his praise, he stood up with a blushing face, and said, "I... went to the ward."
"I'll accompany you." Zhuang Yi smiled and followed.
"Slow down!" He ran to the elevator and said with a pun, "I'm chasing you."
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