"Let go of me! Who are you guys? Let me go! You are illegally imprisoned like this! It's a crime... Let me go!"
Through the glass, several medical staff can be seen holding down Dr. Frankie's hands and feet with difficulty. Of course, it's not that these medical staff can't control Dr. Frankie, but because they are afraid of hurting Dr. Frankie. , so the task of suppression is particularly difficult.
This is already the third day since the panel's first nasty meeting.
Mr. Offee has a stubble all over his face. He has never left the hospital during this time. The red eyes and dark circles all make Mr. Offee's image look very bad.
"Mr. Offee, Dr. Frankie's memory has gone backwards again...but his brain activity is even stronger than yesterday." The attending doctor looked at the report at hand.
Mr. Offee said quietly at this time: "His memory at this time should be around twenty-six years old."
The attending doctor was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly flipped through the various reports on hand, "When you were around twenty-six?"
Mr. Offee sighed and said: "He just said that he would accompany me to watch Potts' championship game. This is the game he promised to take to watch when I was eight years old... It's a birthday present."
Because it is necessary to diagnose Dr. Frankie's cause of disease in more detail, Mr. Offe has already told the story of Dr. Frankie's Alzheimer's disease, and by various means, found the person who quietly helped Ferran Dr. Qi, the doctor who treated the disease, obtained the medical records of Dr. Franch for the past two years.
However, these data still cannot explain the brain activity of Dr. Franch at this time.
Because the brain is frantically extracting nutrients from the body, Dr. French wakes up for a short time a day, but every time he wakes up, his memory will go backwards.
He is getting more and more 'younger'... Thinking about it so much, some doctors in the expert group could not help but put forward a hypothesis, whether Dr. Franci's memory will regress to the infancy in the end, and finally become an ignorant' Baby'... even, maybe when his memory goes back to the beginning, maybe when the doctor's life is over.
"Let me go... let me go..."
The paramedics are administering a sedative to Dr. Franch, which will slightly stop the activity of Dr. Frank's brain. But when he wakes up, his activity will be further enhanced. Repeating this can only be a way to quench thirst with poison.
Seeing Dr. Franch's half-closed eyes, Mr. Offee shuddered suddenly, "Stop... let them stop!"
"Mr. Offee, if we stop now, we can't inject the doctor with nutritional mixture, so his body will soon be overwhelmed..."
"I said stop!!" Mr. Offie grabbed the collar of the attending doctor with one hand, and the fierce aura of being in an important position for many years made the attending doctor unable to breathe, so he could only quickly call on the medical staff to stop .
Mr. Offee directly broke into the intensive care unit at this time. He untied the restraint belts on Dr. Frankie's hands and feet. Looking at Dr. Frankie, who was half asleep and half awake due to the crazy consumption of his body, Mr. Offee stretched out his hand to the side. A ** synthetic nutrient solution was brought over.
"Listen, you want to get out of here, right? You want to take your son to watch Potts' game, right?" Mr. Offie stared at Dr. Franch, "If you want to go out, I can take you out , but the premise is that you must eat all these things for me! If you agree, nod your head!"
Dr. Franch nodded with difficulty, and Mr. Offee carefully fed the nutrient solution into Dr. Franch's mouth and asked him to swallow it.
In fact, these business liquids also contain sleeping ingredients. After taking it, Dr. Franch quickly fell into a state of drowsiness.
At this time, the attending doctor wiped his sweat and came in, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I finally ate it... However, the nutritional mixture known so far cannot keep up with the consumption of Dr. Frankie. Mr. Offee, Perhaps, we should consider the back plan..."
Each time, a more advanced nutritional mixture was used, but Dr. Franch's body was rapidly adapting to these external energy supplements.
Soon, the nutrient mixture that can be produced by today's technology will not be able to adapt to Dr. Franch's own consumption... By that time, if a solution cannot be found...
Therefore, the expert group proposed a final method, which is to freeze Dr. Franch's body.
Under the circumstances that today's technology cannot solve the problem, the only option is to freeze Dr. Franch and wait for the day when future technology breaks through.
Seeing that Mr. Offee hugged Dr. Frankie at this moment, as if he was planning to leave the intensive care unit, the attending doctor was shocked, "Mr. Offee, what are you going to do?"
But I heard Mr. Offee take a deep breath and said: "Help me contact the Frozen Man Company in Europe."
Already... made a decision in your mind
The attending doctor stared blankly at Mr. Offe holding Dr. Franch and leaving. At the last moment, he subconsciously called out, "Where are you taking him?"
"Watching the football game."
…
The car was driving fast on the road, behind it, there were several cars of the same model, and behind it was a white ambulance.
In the car at the front, Mr. Offee, who was driving, glanced at the box in front, which was filled with high-concentration nutritional supplements brought out by the hospital.
"Oh... I don't like the smell, does it taste like orange?"
In the passenger seat, Dr. Frankie frowned and wanted to spit out a ball that he just ate, but Mr. Offee reached out and covered Dr. Frankie's mouth, "You need to swallow it, otherwise, I will Not taking you to the stadium."
"Okay, long-winded Matthew." Dr. Franch shook his head, and reluctantly thumped his throat.
It seems that not only memory regression, but even memory confusion occurred. At this time, Dr. French recognized Mr. Offee as Mr. Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum, one of his old buddies.
"Hey, Matthew, are there so many buildings around here, why can't I remember?" Dr. Franch was looking at the scenery outside the window with great interest.
Mr. Offie didn't know how the world in Dr. Frankie's eyes was constituted, he could only follow the meaning of Dr. Frankie's words, so he had no choice but to say: "This world is changing with each passing day. Staying in the laboratory all day, of course I don’t know the changes in the outside world.”
Dr. Franch laughed disdainfully, "Nonsense! The change in the world comes from technology. If it weren't for the technology developed by people who spend all day in the laboratory doing science, where would the world change come from! We know better than them !"
"I didn't deny you either." Mr. Offee shook his head.
Dr. Franch frowned at this time, "Matthew, will we miss the time? Is Offee really waiting for me at the stadium? Oh... It's all my fault, I forgot about it, if it weren't for you If you remind me, I am still grading the test papers in the office!"
Dr. Franch at this 'time' should still be a teacher in the National University, far from the period when he was conscripted into the National Academy of Sciences.
"When did I remind... Oh, yes, I reminded you." Mr. Offee sighed, "You really often forget your family because of work."
"It's impossible, isn't it? Our professor plans to pick an assistant, which will be very helpful to me in the future." Dr. Franch shook his head, "You, a guy without a family, won't understand."
But Mr. Offe smiled wryly and said, "But have you ever thought about it, Offe... He is actually not necessarily happy to see you so busy. Maybe he wants you to stay at home with him more, even if it's just a simple kick." Afternoon football?"
"Speaking of this, I get angry. This kid, his birthday wish this year is to watch a football match, and he even said that he wants to become a great football player when he grows up!" Dr. Ferranci said through gritted teeth.
Mr. Offee was taken aback, "Becoming a football player is a very good dream. Isn't that true for all children?"
Becoming a great football player... It's been a dream for many years.
Dr. Frankie shook his head, didn't speak, just squinted his eyes, leaned on the seat, and said nothing... Mr. Offee saw it, nervously opened the box full of nutritional medicines, and pushed Dr. Frankie's Shoulder: "Francis, Ferrancis, don't sleep, it's almost here! Ferrancis, eat some candy...Francis!"
"Matthew! Don't bother me."
Dr. Frankie opened his eyes at this moment, patted Mr. Offe hard, and blamed him: "I'm so sleepy, I can't wait to squint for a while... You just ruined my good dream, you know? I I just dreamed that Ofi grew up and took a very beautiful bride. He is taking the vowed wedding ring from me, bastard! You woke me up at this time! You will bear it like this The wrath of the whole world as a father! I curse you as a bachelor for the rest of your life!"
I... I have already taken it from you once... Father.
"Is that so... I'm so sorry." Mr. Offee suddenly choked up.
At this moment, Mr. Offee's Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Offie glanced at Dr. Frankie, saw that he narrowed his eyes again, and said that he would continue to have that dream of Offie getting married.
"Sir, it has been arranged. However, due to the lack of time, we can only ask Potts' club to select a team of backup players. Their main pick is playing elsewhere at this time... After all, it has to be reproduced The game back then was really…”
Mr. Offie glanced at Dr. Franch again, then lowered his voice and said, "Listen, I'll be there in fifteen minutes, let the players get ready."
…
There are not many people in the football field. Mr. Offee suddenly felt lucky. Fortunately, the player he liked when he was a child played for an unknown club, and he had been hanging out in the second division all the time. If this is not the case, he really does not know where to find a large number of audience dojos.
But even so, a large number of group performances have been brought in, so that the place will not be too empty like it was back then.
"Oh... already started?" Dr. French opened his eyes.
In fact, he is now like a patient suffering from narcolepsy, he will fall into a state of near-sleep after walking two steps, but for some reason, he can always wake up.
Dr. French didn't mention the matter of Offie again. Originally, Mr. Offie had arranged for a young actor to act as "Children's Offie" temporarily, but it seems that it is not needed for now.
The little actor was on standby not far away, watching boredly a group of extra performers in front of them pulled up banners and shouted vigorously, and then pulled the corner of Secretary Raofi's clothes, "Even if I don't play, I will Charges."
Mr. Secretary stared at the little guy with black lines all over his head, and thought secretly: This kid will have a rich future in the future.
He shook his head with a wry smile, then looked at Mr. Offee, wondering what his chief and Dr. Franchibo were talking about at this time
"Hey!! Potts! Give me some strength! Didn't you eat?"
Just like a young man, the vitality of a man in his prime is erupting from this old body that is almost collapsed. Mr. Offee worriedly grabbed Dr. Frankie who was about to rush out of the auditorium, "Franche, old man, can you be more civilized?"
"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Dr. French sat down, and then looked around himself: "Matthew, have you seen Offie? He seems to have disappeared!"
As he said that, Dr. Franch stood up anxiously. Mr. Offie was taken aback. It seemed that his father 'remembered' this incident.
He hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of asking the secretary to call the little actor, and said directly: "Did you forget? Orpheus went to the bathroom."
"Oh... really?" Dr. Franch nodded, then sat down again, shook his head and said, "Actually, I'm so annoyed by this, I'd rather stay in school and continue to revise, or Do an experiment."
Mr. Offee smiled and said, "You don't like sports in the first place."
Thinking back to when Dr. Franch brought him to watch the game, but he insisted on sleeping for the whole second half in the messy environment, Mr. Offee smiled subconsciously.
Dr. French shook his head and muttered, "Who does Offee like? You'll understand when you become a father."
Dr. French gave Mr. Offey a light tap on the shoulder.
"I don't understand." Mr. Offie looked at Dr. Franch, and a string in his heart was touched, "I don't understand you, I don't understand that you often talk about Offie, but why you always leave it to him? What you only want is the back view, I don’t understand that until later, you only have satellites in your heart.”
"Really... you don't understand, you don't understand..." Dr. Franch muttered to himself, as if he remembered something.
Mr. Offee was keenly aware of Dr. Frankie's abnormality, and suddenly felt a little excited, but he heard Dr. Frankie suddenly shrugged, "Of course you don't understand, because you are not a father, haha!"
"Yeah... I'm not." Mr. Offee took a long breath and looked at the players coming and going on the football field below. "Indeed, I can say you... In fact, I am the same, these years."
"Why do you suddenly become negative?" Dr. French asked curiously.
Mr. Offee turned his head, patted Dr. Franch's leg, smiled, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just... I just suddenly remembered my father."
"Oh, old Matthew must have brought you many good memories." Dr. Franch nodded.
Mr. Offee's body trembled suddenly. He was sure that he needed to do something. An almost instinctive impulse made him stand up abruptly. He looked at Dr. Franch, "You're right, they played really well. It's too bad, I really should swear a few words."
"Oh?" Dr. French was taken aback.
At this time, Mr. Offee grabbed the guardrail with both hands, almost leaned out, and cursed: "Hey! Potts! Shit!! Use your breastfeeding strength!! You weak-legged waste! Shit!!!"
It's so loud, hissing like lung cracking, even people far away can hear it... Mr. Secretary, who can listen to support at any time, and a group of medical staff who are on call at any time are watching each other. There is no such thing as a reporter, otherwise Mr. Offee, as an important official of the country, would damage his image in public.
"Aha! Shit!! Potts, you are a piece of shit!" Dr. Frankie also laughed and stood up at this time, imitating Mr. Offie's appearance, and leaned out, "Shit!! "
"Shit!!"
"Go to hell!!" Mr. Offee suddenly forcefully threw the inflator in his hand into the middle of the court.
"Shit! Go to hell!!" Dr. Frankie imitated Mr. Offee excitedly, and also threw the big stick in his hand.
The two suddenly laughed.
…
…
After that, Dr. French fell asleep and couldn't wake up.
The doctors accompanying the team hurried forward and sent Dr. Frankie to the ambulance for examination. They concluded that Dr. Frankie's health had deteriorated further after this trip, so he needed to be sent to the ambulance immediately. Back to the hospital.
Mr. Offee nodded in silence.
However, not long after, when the ambulance was still on the road, Dr. Franch suddenly opened his eyes, scaring the medical staff beside him into panic.
But obviously this time, Dr. Ferranci's memory did not go backwards or forwards, but returned to the state that he was in the scientific research institute that day.
Dr. French's hands were pressed on the stretcher. The doctor tried to calm Dr. French, but he kept struggling.
His gaze was out of focus, and after realizing that his hands could not move, he soon stopped struggling. It's just that his lips moved quickly, and he kept chanting some complicated and profound content.
"No... the sedative has also failed!" The attending doctor suddenly became flustered, "How could this be... how could this be happening! The dose injected is enough to make an adult elephant..."
"Then do you want to continue the beating?" Mr. Offie grabbed his arm angrily when he saw the attending doctor wanting to give Dr. Franch another beating.
"But...but if he doesn't let his brain cool down..." The attending doctor said in horror: "Mr. Offee, he is going to die... Judging from this situation, it will be soon!"
I saw blood slowly flowing out of Dr. Franch's nostrils, but he didn't know it, his eyes were still blank, and he was still performing verbal calculations.
However, excessive injection of sedatives can also cause death.
"Materials! Give me the materials! I need the materials...give me the materials!" Dr. Franch suddenly looked at Mr. Offee, "Materials... materials..."
"What material?" Mr. Offee asked hastily.
"Material... material... material..."
Mr. Offee gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly: "Go to the scientific research center... go to the scientific research center!!!!"
…
Don't know what materials are needed, but I'm afraid there is nowhere more than a national scientific research center has them. When the dean of the scientific research center heard the news, he was shocked, but also seemed to realize something.
When Dr. Franch was sent to the scientific research center by everyone, the dean's face suddenly turned pale when he saw the old man's appearance at this moment.
Mr. Offee's steps were very heavy, and he followed the bed silently, bowing his head in silence. The dean stepped forward to ask about the situation, but he just asked directly: "Are the materials ready?"
"I don't know what materials are needed." The dean shook his head: "However, I asked people to move all the things that can be moved together...Francis, he..."
"Maybe it's what you want." Mr. Offee's voice was cold, he stopped suddenly, looked at the dean, and said coldly: "I don't allow you to miss anything!"
The dean nodded emphatically.
At this time, the researchers of the Academy of Sciences have already cleared out a large area. The so-called materials are classified into categories, occupying almost two-thirds of the room. Even, they have prepared various tools.
Under the different gazes of the crowd, Dr. Ferranci went from needing support at the beginning to suddenly rushing into the material with swift strides, and began to frantically search for something.
Instead of writing a lot of advanced knowledge on the wall like last time, Dr. Franch just flipped through the materials here, and he dumped a lot of precious materials on the ground like rubbish. Frowning, a look of heartache.
Suddenly, Dr. Franch seemed to have found what he was looking for, and quickly put it on the workbench.
It was something like a board.
"This is... a wooden board?" A researcher looked puzzled at the way Dr. Franch began to knock on this wooden board. In fact, it was indeed a wooden board, a piece broken from a wooden box containing precious materials. wooden boards coming down.
Then, Dr. Franch began to get the most common tools such as a ruler, a hacksaw, nails, etc., and began to cut the board.
No one knows exactly what Dr. French is trying to do.
It's just that after Dr. Franch cut the board in half, he suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about something. He picked up an oil-based pen, and then began to write something on the workbench.
"Go and see what he wrote." The dean frowned and directed a researcher to go over.
The researcher nodded, and under Mr. Offee's sharp gaze, he only dared to quietly come to Dr. Franch's side, and looked towards the workbench.
He frowned at first, seemingly puzzled, but gradually, as Dr. Franch wrote more things, he began to open his mouth. Later, the researcher even rushed back in a hurry.
"Yes Yes Yes… "
"Speak slowly? Don't panic!"
"It's a design drawing! It's a design drawing!" The researcher said quickly at this time: "It seems to be a design drawing of a three-stage propulsion rocket... But I have never seen the structure! I can't calculate it!"
"Find someone!" The dean made a prompt decision.
It seems... It's back to the scene in the conference room last time.
A large number of researchers began to gather here. They scanned what Dr. Franch had drawn on the workbench into the computer, began to analyze its structure, and even started to make data models, so that they could draw some conclusions in real time. .
Mr. Offee didn't pay attention to the enthusiasm of these scientists and the voices of exclamation. He just looked at the back of Dr. Franch.
It's still this kind of back view... All along, this kind of back view has been given to him.
The attending doctor beside him became more and more anxious at this time, and couldn't help but whispered in Mr. Offe's ear: "Mr. Offe...do you really plan to stop Dr. Frankie? He has maintained this state for a long time. It's been a long time, if I don't stop, I'm afraid...I'm afraid there is really nothing I can do."
"Haven't you all been helpless?" Mr. Offee glanced at the attending doctor.
He couldn't say a word... The time given to him and the expert team behind him was too little, and there were no reference cases in the past.
Facing Mr. Offee's gaze, he could only shake his head sadly in the end.
Mr. Offee ignored the attending doctor, but looked at Dr. Franch's back, and murmured, "In this way... can you be satisfied?"
Mr. Offee sighed, he felt that there was no need for him to keep it... At least, he couldn't bear to watch Dr. Franky fall down in front of his eyes.
At least... let his greatness stay in your heart.
Mr. Offie knows better than anyone the guilt of carrying the lives of the entire team, including his own daughter-in-law, on Dr. Franch. Because he and him have always lived under the same roof and have the closest relationship in the world.
But because of this, he couldn't forgive Dr. Frankie... and he couldn't stop himself from forgiving Dr. Frankie.
Maggie... Are you watching at this time
In a trance, Mr. Offee seemed to see many figures that did not belong here... the figure of his wife, the colleagues of her wife Maggie, those who lost their lives in the disaster long ago.
Mr. Offee knew that this was a fantasy he saw, a scene intertwined with mental suffering.
They're all around Dr. French, around the workbench... What's left of the departed is always with Dr. French.
Their spirits... their wills.
"That's all, has it been supporting you?" Mr. Offee muttered to himself.
He seemed to see Maggie looking at him, smiling slightly, making a silent gesture, and then looked at Dr. Franch intently, as if to say again: Look, this is our pride.
Mr. Offee wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes and tried hard to record the scene where reality and fantasy were intertwined.
"That's it." Mr. Offee gave Dr. Franch his blessing.
He suddenly wanted to knock on the office of the scientific research institute that had been empty all the time, which belonged to his wife Maggie. He remembered that there seemed to be a family photo on the desk in that office.
Perhaps, it's time to bring this relic back.
"Hey, why doesn't this model match the blueprint?"
"Let me see... It's strange. Is the structure of this rocket model too old? Is this seen somewhere?"
"Satellite M901... This is the model of the rocket booster used in the M901 satellite plan, I remember it!"
With the chaotic voice, Mr. Offee suddenly stopped his steps, turned around and looked back... Seeing that the old figure was carefully assembling an old-fashioned model.
This model...
"What is the doctor doing? While pushing the latest rocket design drawings, he is making an old model? It doesn't fit at all?"
Mr. Offee walked towards Dr. Frankie step by step... His back was getting closer, closer than when he got up and watched him go out when he was a child, and closer than him hiding outside the study and watching his back Yes, very close...
"Hmm... I remembered that this rocket was the entry of Frankie in the science and technology competition back then. It was because of the structure of the rocket that he won the championship. Since then, the scientific research center has excavated him who was still teaching at the university... Well, this model is indeed correct." The dean of the scientific research institute recalled the memories of a long time ago at this time, but he was very puzzled by Dr. Franch's assembly of this model at this time.
But Mr. Offie was already at the bench.
Ofi, what do you want for your birthday present this year
Rocket, I want a rocket! ! I want to go to space, I want to be an astronaut!
Offee, we can't find this kind of thing in our country now... how about a new football
I don't care, I don't care! I want to be an astronaut! I want to ride a rocket!
Okay, okay, Dad will make one for you!
…
Ofie, do you see what I did for you? Teng Teng Teng, the rocket is coming!
I don't want it, this rocket can't fly into the sky!
Well, it takes a long time to make a big rocket. You take this now, and later, Dad will make you a real rocket, which can be sent to people and satellites, okay
real
I kid you not.
It's a deal!
It's a deal!
"It's a deal..." Mr. Offee slowly put his hand on the back of Dr. Franch's hand, and he firmly grasped it, "It's a deal..."
Dr. Franch trembled slightly, but quickly continued to concentrate on assembling the model on the workbench.
everything.
All for you.
"Dad... don't go! I don't want it anymore!"