Luo Yang felt like he was trapped in endless darkness, floating in the unconscious void. As if seeing a glimmer of light, consciousness gradually awakened from the darkness.
Suddenly, Luo Yang saw a large truck hitting him head-on.
As if his body had been hit hard, Luo Yang suddenly opened his eyes from the bed.
A dream.
The scene in his dream sounded, and Luo Yang felt lingering fear.
He remembered that he was in a car accident before he became unconscious.
Suddenly shocked, Luo Yang looked around and saw a group of people surrounding him, wearing white coats, more like doctors.
He is not dead.
After making sure that he was not dead, Luo Yang took a breath.
"Ah ah ah eh????" Luo Yang was just about to speak when his throat made a series of strange sounds, like a babbling baby talking.
"Needless to say, the language cortex and motor cortex of your brain were partially damaged. You have just completed the surgery. You will need to learn to speak and walk again. Before that, use a consciousness translator to speak." Chen Mo gave a consciousness translator to Luo Yang put it on.
"Where is this?"
Luo Yang looked at the man in front of him, he seemed familiar.
"This is the Brain Department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Wushuang University. You were in a car accident and your brain was damaged. Fortunately, your operation was successful." Chen Mo said.
"Are you Chen Mo? Did you perform the surgery on me?" Luo Yang suddenly heard who the man in front of him was, Chen Mo, the strongest super genius in human history. It was a bit incredible that the legendary man was actually by his side and treating him.
"Your family agreed for you to participate in my medical research project, so our team performed a partial brain transplant on you. The operation was successful. It seems that your memory function is fine."
After Chen Mo confirmed the data, he handed the tablet to the medical expert next to him.
From Chen Mo's few words, Luo Yang knew what was going on.
After his car accident, his brain was damaged and other hospitals could not treat him. In the end, his family pinned their last hope on Chen Mo's medical research project. Then the operation was successful and he was saved.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." Chen Mo smiled slightly: "Take a rest, you can see your family later."
…
"This is the latest operation on a partially brain-dead patient, and the operation was successful."
Chen Mo handed Luo Yang's case to Lan.
Lan, who was still paying attention to the defense layout of the Milky Way and Fairy Systems, focused his eyes and turned his attention to the medical record. He reached out and picked it up. Other emotional fluctuations rarely flashed through his wise eyes.
"Brain medicine technology has matured."
"Really?" The look in Lan's eyes soared, and her voice was a little excited.
"I have been studying this for five years. A total of 4,926 operations were performed this year, and the overall success rate was 78%. In the past two months, a total of 683 operations were performed, and the success rate was 98.4%." Chen Mo said: "In the first year, The surgery failed, which lowered the data. You should know that such a complex brain surgery cannot guarantee a 100% success rate."
There is no perfect technology in the world. The development of this technology is currently unknown. If you want to improve the last 1%, it may take more than ten years, even decades, or more.
Lan looked at the data. The success rate of partial brain-dead surgery was 98%, which was already terrifying.
Even the medicine of the top civilization in the universe can have a 70% success rate in this field, which is very impressive. At that time, he did not dare to perform surgery on his daughter because the success rate was too low.
"I came here just to tell you that if surgery is needed, it can be performed at any time. But your brains are too developed, so the surgery is more complicated than other lives, and the risks will be relatively higher." Chen Mo said.
Chen Mo has learned that although Lan's tribe has a small number of people, their brains are very developed, and Lan is the leader of the tribe, and his brain is more complex. As Lan's daughter, it is certain that he will inherit Lan's excellence.
"How high is the risk?"
"It's only about 70% to 80% sure of success."
Hearing this success rate, Lan fell silent. After a while, he calmly spoke: "If the operation fails, I'm afraid I won't be able to work for you."
"You are a father, and so am I. I understand your feelings. I cannot wait a hundred years to treat your daughter because of these concerns. No one is sure which will come first, the end or tomorrow. The universe is so big, we Whether we can survive for a hundred years is still uncertain, after all, we have offended several god-level civilizations."
Lan looked at Chen Mo seriously, his expression softened a lot.
His daughter has always been his biggest worry and concern.
There was an agreement between him and Chen Mo that he would serve Chen Mo. Once he could not save his daughter, he didn't know what he would do in the future. But Chen Mo used the fastest speed to develop technology to treat his daughter.
He doesn't believe that technology is fake. Over the years, he has been exposed to almost all the core technologies of the Marching Ant Group. He knows how deep the Marching Ant Group is and how terrifying Chen Mo's research and development capabilities are.
"Let's do the surgery." Lan took a deep breath and said.
Lan's heart hurt as she thought of her daughter lying in the cryo chamber. In the past, there was little hope and he did not dare to let his daughter undergo surgery. Now that Chen Mo gave him such a high success rate, he could not refuse.
"If the operation is successful, I will work for you for the rest of my life. If..."
"Wait until the operation is over before you make a decision. Don't be too pessimistic." Chen Mo interrupted Lan. Even if he was a god, he could not guarantee a 100% success rate in the face of such a case that was half-stepped into hell.
…
In a freezing chamber of the freezer, there lay a silver-skinned female life, similar to Lan. Her face had the softness of a female life, her narrow eyes were closed, and she was very quiet.
She is Lan's daughter, Yangskar Qingyue.
An accident occurred in the spaceship and he became a partially brain-dead living dead.
Half of the body stepped into the gate of hell and closed.
Lan calmly looked at her daughter in the cabin with sadness in her expression. Every once in a while, he would come to the area of Building 1 to see his daughter.
His daughter is his only concern now.
He was already desperate, but Chen Mo gave him hope.
In the past, he would never have believed that someone could develop the technology to save his daughter in a short period of time, and he was 80% sure. So when he agreed to serve Chen Mo, he gave Chen Mo a period of one hundred years.
But after returning to Earth and seeing Chen Mo's horror, he changed his mind.
In recent years, the earth's brain medical technology has been rising crazily. They deliberately treat various brain patients and have encountered various cases, including some with brain death.
The cases of some brain-dead patients being revived gave him great confidence.
Although some patients may be accompanied by sequelae and amnesia after being treated, the sequelae can be treated, and amnesia does not matter. As long as his daughter is still alive, it is more important than anything else.
He believed what Chen Mo said was true, and he was 80% sure of being cured.
The 80% certainty is already very high. Even the medical technology of a god-level civilization may not be able to achieve this level.
"Yue'er, the boss said that the technology to treat you has matured. I can perform an operation on you tomorrow. If the operation is successful, you will wake up..." As he said this, tears appeared in Lan's eyes. She didn't know whether they were sad or happy.
After staying in the freezing room for an hour, Lan finally collected his emotions and reluctantly left the freezing laboratory.
(End of chapter)