The abbot asked: "Senior, the brain of this body is already occupied by your mind and consciousness, but you can still control the medicine box. Do you know why?"
Yuan Qingling remembered the last time he was in Huguo Temple and was afraid to discuss this issue with it. Last time he confused theology with his own research, so she frightened her.
"Because of what?" Yuan Qingling asked.
The cup slowly fell on her back. She picked it up with her other hand and placed it on the table, looking at the abbot.
The abbot said: "Because, in the place where you have lived, a certain person may also have your consciousness. Your consciousness is the same, but you don't know it yet."
Yuan Qingling thought for a while, "You mean, my research was actually successful, right? Has the medicine I developed was finally used?"
"Your research plan has been put on hold, and no one has been doing the same research again, at least, no one has done the same research publicly, because humans are already smart enough." The abbot said.
"So, you are studying in private?" Yuan Qingling asked.
The abbot’s eyes are still full of love for scientific research, his eyes burning, "Yes, I have been studying your subject since I was 23, and I found all the information about you, your academic papers, your handwritten notes, etc., all all."
Yuan Qingling's heart was shocked, and she looked at him suddenly, "Then you know, what happened to my parents and family after I died?"
The abbot said: "Your parents recognized a goddaughter after you died, and she looks 70% to 80% similar to you."
Yuan Qingling was shocked, "Is this a coincidence?"
"What's even more coincidental is that she is also a doctor of medicine and tried to study your subject, but she disappeared out of thin air and disappeared ten years after your death."
Yuan Qing Ling Jiujiu was speechless.
Finally, she slowly digested the matter and asked: "How much do you know about me?"
The abbot asked: "Which aspect does the predecessor mean? I know many of them."
He stopped talking before and after Lao Na.
"What you know, you can talk about it." Yuan Qingling wanted to know what her name was like after her death.
The abbot said: "Senior was born in Guangzhou No. 1 People's Hospital, went to elementary school at the age of six, skipped to the fifth grade at the age of eight, took the entrance examination in the same year, and went directly to the first grade of junior high school. After the treatment, menarche didn't come until the age of sixteen..."
"Shut up, shut up!" Yuan Qingling hurriedly scolded the more he listened, the less he could do it, "It's not that, you still talk about my research."
The abbot smiled, "Your research, I said, no one dared to do research publicly again, but people who have done your research admire you as a pioneer."
Yuan Qingling stretched out his hand and stopped, "Okay, I heard that it is done here, and the rest need not be said.
The abbot looked at her, "Senior, there is one thing, if I say it, you will be even more shocked."
"What's the matter?" Yuan Qingling knew that he shouldn't ask, but he was really interested in seeing what else could scare him now.
"Genetic inheritance," the abbot said.
Yuan Qing's eyebrows jumped abruptly, "You... you mean?"
The abbot looked at her belly, "Have you never thought about it?"
Yuan Qing Ling was very weak, "I dare not think about it."
The abbot smiled and said, "It's a good thing. At least, in the near future, we can see how successful your research is."
Yuan Qingling shouted from the bottom of her heart, no, she hoped that her child would be an ordinary child.
"Senior, don't worry, judging from the dose you injected and your current level of stupidity, your children must have no magical powers. Just look at their future fortune. After all, father is stupid and mother is stupid. "
Yuan Qingling still had that dumbfounding look.
"I am looking forward to the children's IQ and even the number of their brain cells. If allowed, I would like to see whether their brain cells can be classified and regenerated," said the abbot.
Many cells in the human body can divide and regenerate, but only brain cells are highly differentiated cells and cannot be regenerated.
When a person is born, it is determined how many brain cells are available. After the age of eighteen, brain cells will decrease and die every year.
Yuan Qingling's own research started with the study of neurogenesis, which was based on the research that nerve cells can be differentiated and regenerated by stimulating neural stem cells.
But this neurogenesis is only limited to the two regions of the lower lateral ventricle and the hippocampal dentate gyrus.
If it is said that brain cells can divide and regenerate, it is beyond the scope of her research.
Therefore, he did not take the words of the abbot to heart.
However, it has to be said that although her conversation with the abbot was thrilling, this is the field she is familiar with.
It's not seizing a protagonist, it's not rushing, it's not intrigue.
The controversy in academia, even if it is tit-for-tat and sharp, will not make people feel tired, but will only make people more interested.
She was more convinced of her idea of opening a medical school.
King Qi's situation is still not very optimistic, so even if it is already dark, Yuan Qingling is not easy to leave.
I can only stay here tonight.
The fifth child had never come back, and was still running around, but Xu and his group passed by, came in to see Yuan Qingling, and said that the prince was thinking of her.
Yuan Qingling only concerns one thing, "Did he eat it?"
Xu Yi sighed, "Eat? I didn't have to drink a sip of water."
Yuan Qingling quickly grabbed the dim sum, wrapped it in oiled paper, and stuffed it into Xu Yi's sleeve. "If you see him, give it to him."
Xu Yi grabbed a few pieces by himself, stuffed it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I know."
After speaking, he left without stopping.
In the second half of the night, King Qi started to have a fever.
This can be tossing Yuan Qingling to death, for fear of infection.
Infusion, intramuscular injection, drug administration, physical cooling, four-pronged approach.
Finally tossing till dawn, the body temperature slowly dropped.
Yuan Qing Ling rolled her eyes when she was tired and fainted directly.
On the first day of the new year, it was abolished.
Several people carried Yuan Qingling back to the side room to rest. Yu Wenhao returned shortly after returning.
He sat next to Yuan Qingling and guarded for a while. He wanted to wait for her to wake up and say a few words, but when he learned that the emperor was coming again, he hurriedly called him over.
Yu Wenhao grabbed a dried steamed bun and ate it as he walked. The steamed bun was as hard as iron. He started to chew a few times and stretched his neck to swallow it, almost choking to death.
This time, Grandpa Chang accompanied him out of the palace, and the Supreme Emperor was also concerned about this matter.
Seeing that King Qi's situation hadn't improved yet, Emperor Ming Yuan was anxious and angry. This anger was vented on Yu Wenhao, because he searched for a day and night, and found no other other than the two assassins who committed suicide.
As for Prince Ji’s mansion, people were also searched. Except for the mansion soldiers, the other people in the arena had already escaped.
What was angry with Emperor Ming Yuan was that the city gate was immediately sealed off. How did those people escape? If you didn't escape, where is the person? Since all the raids are all over the city, why didn't you find anyone
Yu Wenhao took a look of saliva, and was driven out by Emperor Ming Yuan to continue the search, and this time he wanted to expand the scope of the search, asking him to lead his troops to search outside the city.
This time, even the queen couldn't stand it anymore. "The emperor, he only came back for a quarter of an hour. You can ask to rest and go again. He probably didn't even eat any food."
"I can't find the assassin, the official title is gone, what else to eat?" Emperor Ming Yuan said coldly.
When Yu Wenhao heard this, his heart sank.