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After telling all the causes and consequences of everything, as well as the careful calculations over the past twenty years, the old man knew that Zhang Feng would not give in or accept it easily.
Hearing that Zhang Feng was about to make a request, he nodded and said, "Tell me, as long as it is within my ability, I will agree to it!"
Zhang Feng stretched out a finger and said: "I don't like being used as a puppet!",
"I don't like anyone to dictate or intervene in anything. Old man, I respect you very much in my heart, but it doesn't mean I won't be angry. Do you understand? If you can do it, no problem, I can do it. Do what you haven't done yet!"
This request was not difficult for the old man. He was mentally prepared even before meeting Zhang Feng, or before telling Zhang Feng about it.
He nodded and said, "I agree!"
"From now on, I am only responsible for keeping in touch with you at home. As for matters outside, I will not interfere anymore."
Zhang Feng was lying flat on the operating table. His hair had been shaved smoothly, with not a single hair left.
An electromagnetic patch is attached to the top of his bare head, monitoring the beating of all the neurons in his brain. These irregular fluctuations are displayed on scientific instruments.
As one of the chief surgeons, Yun Qian was also in the ward.
There are also detection chips attached to Zhang Feng's body. The only function of so many chips is to reflect his current physical condition in the form of data.
"It's really scary. The body fat rate is only 3%. The muscle strength is 3.5 times that of normal people."
"The heartbeat speed is normal, but the blood flow rate is twice that of a normal person." This means that Zhang Feng's heart beats once, which is equivalent to twice that of a normal person, so that the blood can flow faster.
"Part of the neurons in the hindbrain are damaged."
After brain MRI and other data, it was determined that Zhang Feng's headache was caused by lesions in some neurons in the back of his brain.
And this disease does not stop, but continues to spread at a very slow speed, infecting other neurons.
At this rate, if there is no timely and effective means to stop it, Zhang Feng will sooner or later die of pain, or he will become a complete fool due to extensive necrosis of neurons.
Under 24-hour monitoring, Zhang Feng could only stay in a sterile ward. He only wore a pair of white shorts and was very unhappy being manipulated here and there every day.
More than a dozen doctors, including Xiao Zhenhua and Yun Qian, were consulting in another room.
Xiao Zhenhua said: "If you have any ideas, please tell me."
"Teacher, I think the operation should be performed as soon as possible. This kind of neuronal disease is uncertain. It may spread very slowly now, but we cannot guarantee that it will always be so slow. Once the speed speeds up, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I also support immediate surgery. The patient's current physical condition is very good, and it is a suitable time for surgery."
"Although the patient is in excellent physical condition now, I am still not in favor of immediate surgery, at least until we figure out the real cause of his headache attacks."
The two sides held different opinions, and a debate broke out in the room.
Xiao Zhenhua patted the table, looked at the person who was the first to disagree with the operation, and asked: "Why can't the operation be performed without clarifying the reason?"
"That's it, teacher! We have observed that neuronal lesions are always spreading, but the patient does not have headaches now. In other words, neuronal lesions are the root cause of headaches, but they are the direct trigger. If we are during the operation, When this trigger was triggered, the patient suffered from a headache, and the result was shuddering to think about.”
Hearing this, Xiao Zhenhua showed an expression of appreciation in his eyes and nodded slightly.
Yun Qian, on the other hand, was stunned after hearing what she said. The chilling result ended with Zhang Feng suffering from brain necrosis.
Xiao Zhenhua concluded: "What he said is indeed correct. We are not doing this surgery for the purpose of experiment, and our patient is not the guinea pig we studied before, but a human being! So our goal is to perform the surgery The risk will be minimized!”
"What we have to do now is to find out the direct cause of the patient's headache, and then come up with corresponding countermeasures to absolutely avoid it during surgery!"
Xiao Zhenhua turned to look at Yun Qian and said, "You are one of the chief surgeons of this operation. Do you have anything to say?"
In the direction of research, Yun Qian cannot compare with those who say it again, but she still has her own ideas in performing operations, and said: "The diseased neurons have been adhered to the chip. After the craniotomy, if we use Traditional knife surgery will inevitably cause great damage to the patient's nerves. I'm wondering if there is a way to avoid this? "
Xiao Zhenhua nodded and said: "This problem can be solved. Our latest research is successful, the airflow scalpel. The high-speed airflow replaces the traditional surgical knife. You will still need to adapt before the operation."
"You asked me when I would get a headache?"
After hearing this question, Zhang Feng thought about it carefully and found that there seemed to be no specific period or pattern. It's just that every time it's about to happen, I have a vague premonition in my heart.
"Think about it carefully. This is very important to us, and it is even more important to your surgery. You have to be responsible for yourself."
Before he could continue speaking, Zhang Feng waved his hand and interrupted. He couldn't bear to listen to such a big principle like chanting sutras.
"Let me think about it carefully."
Zhang Feng recalled carefully that every time he had a headache, it was after he used the power brought to him by genetic modification.
But you may not get a headache every time you use it.
Not knowing how to describe it, Zhang Feng expressed his thoughts.
After hearing this, the scientific researcher nodded, "Let's discuss this matter."
Originally, according to Zhang Feng's idea, he didn't want to talk about genetic modification, but now it seems that it is impossible not to talk about it.
To his surprise, when the other party heard about genetic modification, he was not surprised at all and just nodded lightly.
What you don't know is that this underground research institute is also doing your research on genetic modification, which also involves humans, but it just stays in theory and conducts experiments on animals.
Therefore, the other party was not as surprised as Zhang Feng imagined.
Two more days passed, and Zhang Feng could only stay in the sterile ward. He rarely saw even Yun Qian, who was adapting to the new surgical tools.