Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 944 The long game.

"Conquering the universe is mankind's destiny."

Not long after the video was released, this very cool statement immediately became a hit on the entire Internet.

Replacing "The future has already come" and "I have a big rocket", it has become Master Zhou's latest "personality quote".

The "video conference" achieved great results through the window of the Olympic Games. For a while, "Lingshu Biology", a small and transparent company under Zhou Rui, with many heavyweight achievements, jumped into the global attention.

"Alzheimer's", "sequelae of severe brain injury", "human hibernation", "electrode acupuncture and health care", no matter which one, when applied to others, it seems like bragging in order to seek investment or increase stock prices.

But if it is Master Zhou, it is a completely different matter.

As we all know, Master Zhou never makes empty promises. He may not say what he does, but he always does what he says.

And fast and good.

The trust that has been established over a long period of time through the term "Trust Gatherer" has become widespread around the world. Whether it is his supporters or opponents, or even his enemies who wish him dead, no one will question the fact that he "does what he says."

Many top wealthy people, foundations, medical institutions, and universities began to look for relevant information like crazy.

There were also some brave ones who contacted Lingshu Biology directly, but most of them were evaded and only told that specific progress would be communicated on the official website.

While the outside world was still fermenting the situation, Zhou Rui had already resumed his daily work and life.

Since the start of the "Xingtian Project", he has not been able to stay at home peacefully for almost three months. Now he handles a small amount of work every day and spends time with his family. The only important thing is probably the two elderly people in the hospital.

"Xiao Zhou, are the results out yet? When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

In Zhongshan Hospital, Zhou Rui, wearing a white coat, is doing "ward rounds".

He looked up at the elders from time to time. If there was someone with extraordinary observation skills here, he would notice that Zhou Rui's left pupil was slightly larger than the right one.

While Zhou Rui was writing and drawing, he said perfunctorily: "Don't be anxious, elder. You have to be patient when seeing a doctor~"

The elder wiped his face and said, "If it were up to me, you could just give me a set of acupuncture equipment and I'd be fine."

Zhou Rui shook his head and said, "That's only part of the treatment plan. The really important thing is still to come. So, how about increasing your daily cigarette intake from two to three?"

The elder raised his palm and said in a loud voice: "Five! No less!"

It's interesting to say that originally, smoking was prohibited while in the hospital, but considering that the veteran is in his nineties and has smoked all his life, if he suddenly stops smoking at this age, it may affect his health.

Similar examples are not uncommon in medicine, especially among the elderly.

So we discussed it and decided to give him two cigarettes a day, to be smoked when he goes out for a walk.

But the veteran was so fond of it that he had to burn half of his cigarette butt before he was willing to throw it away. In his words, he hadn't felt so aggrieved in half a century.

Zhou Rui was unmoved: "Three and a half, no more."

The veterans can barely accept it, but old smokers all know that the term "half a cigarette" means more than one puff, and each puff makes a difference.

Zhou Rui turned to the "nurse" specially sent by Beijing Union Hospital and said, "Remember that half. Cut it off in half with scissors and give it to the elder."

Elder: “Ahem!”

Zhou Rui chuckled. Sometimes it was quite interesting to compete with old people in wits and courage. He could probably sense that the elder also enjoyed it.

The treatment plan for the two elderly people has already begun to be implemented, including a series of physical therapy plans including "electric acupuncture technology" to ensure that all indicators are good enough, and then a low dose of "Compound No. 1" will be used.

Even the "Beijing North Tobacco Factory" specifically inquired about the use of new technologies for the two recipients of the Order of the Republic G.

Although Zhongshan Hospital already had hundreds of successful cases, and although Zhou Rui and Marcus were very confident, Zhou Rui even specially created several "overlooking" peak lower limits.

But it is impossible for the organization not to be worried.

However, the reason Zhou Rui gave was very simple.

Both of them are over 90 years old. To put it bluntly, if no intervention is made, there is a high probability that they will pass away within ten years.

If we wait until something really goes wrong before intervening, it may not be possible to provide treatment at all. "Compound No. 1" is a specific medicine, but it is not a panacea for emergency treatment.

He can wait for a few years for research, but the old man may not be able to wait that long.

In the end, Zhou Rui got permission to give the drugs to the two big guys.

Afraid that the elder would be bored, Zhou Rui took the initiative to use the remote control to turn on the TV in the corner.

This is also a small privilege of the special care ward.

"What to see?"

"Put on the agricultural channel. I want to listen."

The order of the TV channels was all messed up. Zhou Rui struggled for a long time but couldn't find the agricultural channel. Instead, he "passed by" the sports channel.

The face above aroused Zhou Rui's curiosity.

His eyebrows slightly raised. This guy also participated in the Olympics? Didn't he say he retired?
The elder said curiously: "It's okay to just watch this. I don't know if I can see it again during the next Olympics."

Zhou Rui: "You can talk nonsense as much as you want. Not only next time, but also the next time, I will let you see it."

The elder pointed at the young man on the screen and said, "Does this guy look familiar?"

Zhou Rui put down the remote control and noticed in the corner of the screen that it showed that this was a "110-meter hurdles final", and it was a replay?
Wow. It has come to this? And it has already finished?
Is it because I'm too busy recently? Or is this person too low-key? This should be considered big news.

"You know him too? To be honest, it must be a big decision for him to still be competing in track and field at this age."

Elder: "You guys, he's just a young man, what's his name?"

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"Is 'Xiang·Liu' here? 'Xiang·Liu'?"

Outside the track, the tall and thin man who was warming up raised his hand.

The staff member looked to be in his early 20s. When he saw Liu Xiang, he was obviously stunned for a moment: "Are you Liu Xiang's coach? Where is the athlete?"

Liu Xiang paused.

I'm afraid that my age of 33 is indeed unusual in the track and field field, and I am more like a coach.

After a brief negotiation, Liu Xiang took off his ordinary coat, revealing the "scrambled eggs and tomatoes"-colored competition suit underneath.

Take a deep breath and head towards the starting point.

But after taking only two steps, he hesitated again instinctively when he saw the camera not far away.

The camera lens seemed to emit tangible radio waves, causing his state, which he had just managed to mobilize, to fall back again.

Yes, he basically ran all the way to the finals with no one paying attention to him.

There are more than 300 competitions in the Olympics, most of which are divided into group round one, group round two, semi-finals and finals.

If every single one were to be broadcast, half of the country's TV stations would have to be able to accommodate it, so what the audience actually sees are all selected projects that are highly relevant to their own country and are relatively popular.

Long before the start of the Olympics, the relevant "selection" work had already been determined.

Liu Xiang, an athlete who has retired for more than a year, appeared in the 110-meter hurdles final. This should have been big news, but it was only discovered by domestic audiences at this moment. It was entirely a request made by him and the Sports Bureau.

The reason was that Liu Xiang, as the first athlete to receive the "electrode acupuncture technology", had been undergoing various tests after meeting Zhou Rui in the Smart Building in order to cooperate with the Sports Bureau's evaluation of this technology.

A retired veteran had to return to his athlete's life in order to help everyone obtain data.

When athletes of his age were becoming coaches, he was still running on the track.

After verification from multiple sources, it was believed that he had recovered to the level of a professional athlete.

Two months ago, before the qualification window finally closed, the leader of the Sports Bureau came to talk to him and said that since his retirement, the "110-meter hurdles" event has been completely abandoned.

This track and field event, which once became a national craze because of Liu Xiang alone, now cannot even get a qualification for the Olympics.

Looking across the country, there is not a single "B standard". It can no longer be described as a lack of young people. Since there are no outstanding talents in the youth team, it is more appropriate to call it "the end of the family lineage".

As for Liu Xiang, he had run a pretty good result in his "retirement" race at the Diamond League Shanghai station more than a year ago.

As an event recognized by the IAAF and the Olympic Committee, this result is recognized and it is achieved between two Olympic Games.

That is to say, although he has essentially retired, according to Olympic rules, he is still eligible for a ticket.

The Sports Bureau leaders wanted to submit Liu Xiang's name first. If things were not going well, he could give up the competition. At least he would not miss this event. Liu Xiang couldn't sleep for several days, but he finally agreed. However, he put forward a condition that he did not want to be watched by the public, and it would be best if there was no related broadcast. If he was eliminated in the first round, he would just think of it as a trip to Rio.

The head of the Sports Bureau agreed. On the one hand, he was not very optimistic that Liu Xiang could really achieve a good result, and the probability of him being eliminated in the first round was very high. On the other hand, there was a fee for broadcasting each event, and the 110-meter hurdles were not originally in the plan.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiang qualified for the finals by just a hair's breadth in every round.

This is also why many domestic audiences did not notice this familiar figure until the finals.

Liu Xiang tried his best, ignoring the cameras and probably guessed in his heart that the final would definitely not be broadcast in China, and even if it was not live, it would be replayed afterwards.

Then it turns into a new round of jokes.

For example: Liu Xiang, the 33-year-old veteran and famous Olympic cheater, finished last in Rio.
Thinking of this, Liu Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly. What was he trying to achieve?

His toes rubbed against the Olympic track. Feeling the roughness and hardness, his mood became more and more complicated.

Am I coming back here because of some unrealistic fantasy?

Just because your injury was cured by "electrode acupuncture technology", you think you can run in the Olympics at the age of 33?

Liu Xiang looked around and saw that the seven people on his left were all black athletes, just like they did in Athens and London.

I want to prove that the yellow race is no worse than others? In this era, do we still need an athlete to prove this?
"Set!"

Liu Xiang squatted down, trying to force himself to focus on the competition, but the chaos in his mind could not be stopped.

Do I want to prove that I’m not a bad actor and seek justice for myself?

When the referee might give the order at any time, Liu Xiang suddenly raised his head and looked around.

Very clean
There are no spectators with high hopes, and no coaches with expectant faces.
There were no advertisers sitting nearby to observe, nor were there any Sports Bureau leaders with serious faces.

Very clean playing field.
Liu Xiang lowered his head and looked at the red on the track.

This time, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

that's nice!

Almost at the same moment, I heard gunshots.

"Snapped"!
Liu Xiang stood up instantly and rushed forward.

But his brain still did not stop wandering.

He doesn't need to prove anything because no one has expectations of him anymore.

—

Tens of thousands of miles away, in a certain community in the country.

The man lying down watching TV sat up suddenly. "Hey, Liu Xiang is in Rio?"

"Are you kidding me? You're almost forty, right?"

The wife at the side said, "He's not that old, is he? So what was he scolded for back then?"

The man fell into recollection: "It seems to be because of the injury?"

"Why are you scolded for getting hurt? Isn't this too miserable?"

"Uh, I don't know. Everyone is cursing."

—

In Rio, there was no one cheering.

The vigorous figure keeps accelerating, leaping and flying.
He doesn't have any unrealistic fantasies because he is already 33 years old.

—

The worker who was having lunch was suddenly stunned when he saw the picture on the TV screen.
"Isn't this the so-and-so? Why is he still running? How old is he?"

How many years have passed since I went to school, graduated, and became a corporate slave?
For a moment, it seemed as if I recalled my youth.

—

On the playing field.

Land and accelerate again!
The wind was whistling on both sides.

Liu Xiang felt getting smoother and smoother.

Although his mind was full of random thoughts, his muscle memory from nearly 20 years of training allowed him to run freely.

He didn't care about those things anymore, and even ignored the position of his opponents. He just wanted to run a simple and clean race in the Olympic arena.

Or, one after another.
—

At Zhongshan Hospital, Zhou Rui folded his arms across his chest with interest, watching the running figure on the screen.

I have to say that it is indeed far beyond his "athlete" level.

Brackets – technical moves.

Physical fitness is another level.

"This guy is not bad. I told you he wanted to get back on the court!"

The elder behind him asked curiously, "Are you familiar with it?"

Zhou Rui smiled and said, "I guess so. When I was a kid, I even shouted 'I am Liu Xiang'! Hahaha!"

—

Liu Xiang felt that he was getting freer the more he ran.

The strong wind blew away his obsession of more than ten years.

Make his body lighter and lighter.

The focus became more and more focused. Tens of thousands of spectators, or even seven or eight opponents, were no longer important. It seemed that there was only the runway itself in front of me.

Suddenly, he felt the track in front of him turned into a curve, and he slowed down inexplicably.

look back
It turned out that there was really no opponent on his side.

12.93.

The first one to cross the line.
Liu Xiang looked around at the audience. There was applause, but it was sparse.

The opponents in the same arena opened their eyes wide.

The person sent by the team, who was called a "coach" but was actually a "follower", was frantically looking for something.

No one thought he could win, including himself.

Liu Xiang smiled and limped towards the edge.

He took out a national flag that he had prepared from his backpack.

The last time I wore it on my back was 12 years ago.

He finally finished the Olympic finals.
What a long game.

He tried his best.

Win this time.

　In the original timeline, in the 16th Olympics, the 110m hurdles champion only ran 13.04.

　　In early 15, Liu Xiang's last Diamond League match before his retirement was 12.93.

　　To be honest, he actually has the physical conditions to compete in the Olympics again.

　　What made him retire was not his performance, but his tiredness.

　　The Olympic drama ended, and Lingshu Biology also made its debut.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)