The consulting room is a rather spacious room, and the decoration style is similar to that of the hall.
Dr. Que was sitting behind a desk in medieval classical style, wearing a pair of gold glasses, holding a fist with one hand on his lips, and looking solemnly at the projection screen on the opposite wall. A scientific report is playing on it.
Seeing Jiao Qi and the two approaching, he motioned for them to watch together.
"With the popularity of artificial brains, many problems have followed. Because the brains are connected to the user's neurons, if the brain is hit by external factors when the brain is turned on, it is likely to cause neurological disorders..."
Neurologists came out to warn people to protect their brains carefully and not to be hit by heavy objects.
After that, the picture was cut to the streets of the United States, where a parade against artificial brains was being held.
"Abolish the brain and return the smartphone!" The slogan shouted loudly. People were holding small flags and banners in their hands, and blowing trumpets on their mouths. Some people painted a big red cross on the photo of the father of the brain; others shaved their hair and painted holes in the 3D painting to indicate that when the brain had a problem, it would cause a "hole in the brain".
On the podium that was being pulled by a small truck and slowly moving with the crowd, a brawny father was impassioned about his family's experience.
His child was watching the "Superman" movie and was hit in the head by the gypsum board falling from the roof, thinking he was Superman ever since.
"He is going to jump off the building for the third time this week. Yesterday he insisted that he saw the color of the neighbour's little girl's underwear when he saw through the eyes, and was beaten by his brother to fatness. Now his eyes are still swollen." The eight-year-old panda-eyed son burst into tears.
"People, don't panic, I'll come to rescue you right away!" The little boy grabbed his father's microphone and said solemnly.
It seemed touching, but someone soon suggested that the law does not allow minors to be equipped with intellectual brain devices, and the father of the speech should be arrested. The speaker was so frightened that he hugged his son to escape, and the child was still trying to shape himself in his father's arms...
"These sand sculptures." Que De turned off the projector, mocking in Mandarin with a U.S. accent, asking Jiao Qi and Zhang Chenfei to sit in front of him.
He has read the information from Jiao Qi carefully and knows it well, but he still needs to do a detailed test for diagnosis.
"Your Name."
"Oh, my name, don't you know?" Zhang Chenfei folded his legs and looked domineeringly at the obviously unkind doctor. The president who holds the lifeline of the world economy, no one will not know his name.
"Sorry, I am a native of America, and I don't know much about celebrities in China." Que De lowered his head and wrote a record on a form.
"Oh? So who fooled me into buying a set of luxurious deep-sea caviar and daisy skin care products last week?" The wise president did not hesitate to expose the wickedness of trying to get through.
Daisy... Skin care products? Jiao Qi darkened his face and narrowed his eyes to look at Que De.
"Ahaha..." Dr. Que De laughed awkwardly, and filled in the memory status column with "normal memory is correct".
"Pretend garlic with me, you are still tender," Zhang Chenfei sneered, "No one can escape my Dior Zhang's eyes."
A series of tests and inspections spent the entire afternoon. Que De issued a detailed report to Jiao Qi, with an expensive inspection bill: "According to the test, Mr. Zhang has mental brain disorder syndrome. You have reported previously. I also saw that because of the impact of external forces, his memory and behavior had some confusion."
This kind of news is not allowed to be reported in the country for fear of causing panic among the people. The mental brain disorder syndrome is a cutting-edge research project, and currently there is no systematic treatment in China.
"It just so happens that my tutor is doing research in this area recently." Que De said proudly, trying to let clients understand how wise it is to choose to be a private doctor.
Jiao Qi looked through the test report carefully, which showed that most of the ordinary memories of his big dick students were okay, and a small number of them had memory replacements, and they had deviations in their cognition of themselves and the world.
"Do you know what his brain is showing at the last moment?" Que De helped his glasses and asked solemnly.
Jiao Qi looked back at the evil and maddening old attack, with blue veins on his forehead suddenly jumping: "Probably... the priceless wife of the overbearing president..."
"That's it," Que De seemed disappointed, and glanced down at the information he had checked overnight, "I thought it was "The President's Million Brides" or "Xie Shao's 99 Escaped Wifes."
Is there any difference? Mr. Jiao wanted to hit someone after hearing this.
Dr. Que De didn't realize what he had exposed, and was still talking about popular science. In fact, not everyone who is hit by this disease will get this disease, only a two-in-thousandth probability. The first people who developed such a situation had thought of it, so they had to make preparations.
"What preparation?"
"Automatic memory cleaning system."
In fact, most of the information of the brain is stored in the peripherals, and the internal storage is limited, and it will be automatically cleaned up on a regular basis. After this part of the information that caused the disorder is cleared by the brain, Dior Zhang will revert to a big cock. But how long this time is, is not certain.
"Just be patient for a few days." Que De looked at Jiao Qi sympathetically.
As he was talking, Jiao Qi was suddenly dragged away by a strong force, and his back hit a solid chest. Warm lips pressed against his ears, and the tone was low and dangerous: "Talking to other men for so long in front of me, eh? Honey, don't challenge my endurance easily."
"..."
"I can't stand it for a day." Jiao Qi clenched his fists and rattled.
"Then I will give you a prescription." As a caring personal doctor, Que De is committed to satisfying any request from customers. After all, a video compression package was sent to Jiao Qi.
"What is this?" Jiao Qi clicked Kai Zhinao to check.
"This is a video of people suffering from this disease collected by my instructor. You will be comforted by seeing it." Dr. Que De took off his glasses, put his glasses in his jacket pocket, and smiled with holy light.
"... What the fuck can you get?"
"Smile for less than ten years." Que De tried to show off his eighth level of Chinese.
Jiao Qi couldn't laugh at all, and he went back to the apartment in the center of the city tiredly after he swiped his black card and settled the old attack of checking the bill.
This house is where they live on weekdays. It is a small duplex on the upper and lower floors. The first floor is the living room, dining room, kitchen, and the second floor is the bedroom, study and cloakroom. In order to show his determination to never divide the room and sleep, Zhang Chenfei bought this two-hundred-square-meter house with only one bedroom.
After taking a hot bath, I finally feel better. Jiao Qi wiped his hair and walked out, and saw someone changed into a silk nightgown, sitting on the high-backed single sofa like an emperor, sipping a glass of red wine in his hand.
"Come here, please me." The president hooked his finger at Xiaojiao's wife, his deep and charming eyes were full of desire and teasing.
Jiao Qi ignored him, holding the hair dryer three or two times to dry his hair.
"Click", the goblet knocked heavily on the coffee table, Zhang Chenfei narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Come here, don't let me say it a third time!"
Xiaojiao's wife seemed to be frightened. She came over with a hair dryer, "buzzing" and blowing the president's dripping hair into a lion king.
Slender fingers flicked through the hair, and the president squeezed the armrest of the sofa in annoyance. This grinning little fairy was obviously seduce him. Against the frizzy hair, Zhang Chen grabbed the wrist of Xiaojiao's wife holding the hair dryer, took the fan away and threw it on the carpet, and said dumbly: "Please please me, I will give you everything you want. ."
Jiao Qi patted his dog's head, picked up the hair dryer and put it back in the bathroom, and went to bed to sleep on his own.
"..."
Mrs. President drank the red wine in the glass, pressed his lips tightly moistened with the liquid, and sneered: "Are you trying to catch it?"
Jiao Qi rolled his eyes and patted the place beside him: "Stop making trouble, come to sleep, and I will go to work tomorrow!"
"I don't like men who want to get caught. Don't let my interest in you disappear."
"Do you fucking sleep or not? Go to the living room if you don't sleep!" Jiao Qi raised his foot and kicked him, but he grabbed his ankle and licked it lightly.
"Um..." This scene is so ridiculous, Jiao Qi couldn't bear it, twisting his body to get his feet back, but unexpectedly twisted the belt of his nightgown. At this time, it really became a wish to refuse or welcome, completely inexplicable.
It was another overbearing and rude possession. I took a shower this time, but still didn't wear a condom.
Opening his eyes the next morning, Jiao Qi found a check beside his pillow.
"I don't want it." Jiao Qi threw the check to him.
Zhang Chenfei's eyes are full of interest. His little wife is really different, so pure and unpretentious.
"Take it, you deserve it." The president licked his lips, reminiscing about the delicacy of last night.
Jiao Qi tore up the check and threw it into the trash can.
It is still pure and innocent to leave the check intact, but tearing it up in front of him is rude and ignorant. Zhang Chenfei sneered, took out the checkbook and signed a new one, and forced it into the pocket of the shirt that Xiaojiao's wife had just put on: "If I give it to you, you have to bear it, whether it's money or mine..."
The next few words were too nasty, and they automatically silenced the sound in Jiao Qi's ears. He took out the check and pasted it on the forehead of Mr. President: "Not to mention that the guarantor of your checking account is me, and it is my money that is spent on excess. Who is humiliating by saying that your check for two hundred dollars?"