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Seeing Cheng Yuan's gaze, Professor Yan Zhongchen sighed, This is my granddaughter, Xueling. Her motor neurons are atrophied, and she can't move her body up and down.

Like Hawking, the world's most outstanding physicist? Cheng Yuan looked at Yan Xueling carefully and found that she was paralyzed on a chair, unlike ordinary disabled people who could still sit on it.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan was looking at herself, the girl's black and white eyes turned slightly, and it seemed that Cheng Yuan was also looking at Cheng Yuan.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuan smiled slightly and said to Professor Yan Zhongchen, Professor, let's go in together. She should be able to recover from her illness, but according to our recovery data, it may take longer.

For this girl, Cheng Yuan estimates that it will take at least a year and a half for her to recover. Due to the atrophy of motor nerves, her whole body muscle tissue has atrophied and blood vessels have hardened for more than ten years. She has been paralyzed in a wheelchair for more than ten years, and her spine also has various problems.

Perhaps it was discovered early, and has been carefully maintained, the girl's internal organs at least have no symptoms of cancer.

Hearing Cheng Yuan say that it can be cured, Professor Yan Zhongchen and Mu Xiaoling's eyes instantly turned red.

Okay! Let's go in quickly, don't waste time! Professor Yan Zhongchen's voice was hoarse and trembling, looking at his granddaughter who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, excited.

Mu Xiaoling covered her mouth and turned around, sobbing in a low voice.

When her daughter suffered from such a disease, it was her who suffered the most. At this time, when Cheng Yuan said that it could be cured, she cried with joy.

Looking at the excited two people, Cheng Yuan sighed secretly, and after the two people's emotions calmed down, the group walked towards the sanatorium.

Because of time constraints, the structure of the nursing home is very simple.

It is a large bungalow with a straight passage and symmetrically distributed rooms. Of course, the difference from ordinary bungalows is the decoration. With a stroke of the pen of Guo Xiaolian, who is rich and powerful, this simple bungalow looks extremely luxurious.

If the door looks a little ordinary. Then at the end of the passage, the spacious leisure garden is the core of this sanatorium.

The gravel path twists and turns, rockery and flowing water. The pool is surrounded by pure white marble. In the center of the pool is a careful fountain, and the spring water is rushing, surrounded by lawns with reasonable distribution of large and small, and chairs of different lengths are placed on them.

at this time. Many volunteers are resting in the garden, for those whose handicap is not serious,

After coming out of the medical warehouse every day, basking in the sun in the garden and chatting with comrades in arms is the happiest time of the day.

Cheng Yuan took Professor Yan Zhongchen's family to a ward that had been prepared in advance, and called the nurse and Da Bai, This is a new patient in our sanatorium, and she will be handed over to you.

Cheng Yuan instructed the nurse seriously: Remember, her situation is rather special, and the time spent in the medical warehouse is counted as 8 hours a day.

The nurse nodded. He replied, Okay, Mr. Cheng.

Then, she took the wheelchair from Mu Xiaoling's hands very professionally, and said to everyone, Men, please stay away, Dabai help me.

Dabai on the side said, No problem.

Then the nurse and Da Bai pushed Yan Xueling in, while Professor Yan Zhongchen and others were stopped outside.

Cheng Yuan, I can't go in and have a look? Yan Zhongchen glanced into the ward a few times, but unfortunately the doors and windows were covered by curtains as soon as he glanced.

Cheng Yuan smiled bitterly and said, I'm afraid this is not possible. The medical warehouse we designed requires patients to be immersed in it, so they cannot wear clothes while immersed in it.

Is that so. Yan Zhongchen was slightly disappointed.

Cheng Yuan smiled, Professor don't worry, the recovery solution can restore human nerves. We have successfully regenerated a volunteer's ear and restored his damaged nerves.

Mu Xiaoling, who was standing beside Professor Yan Zhongchen, asked at this time, Then what do we do now?

Cheng Yuan glanced at the middle-aged woman and said only one word, Wait!

...

On the outskirts of Anhe City, [Z-1] base.

In the central hall, five huge robots stand side by side on a steel frame. An arm-thick wire runs down from the robot and connects to the computer table below.

In front of the computer desk, a group of researchers in white coats gathered around the computer, carefully watching the content displayed on the computer.

Lao Song, can you do it? No, we'll call Cheng Yuan over here, take a look at you, we rebuilt five units, but there were no problems elsewhere, but you're stuck here. Don't worry, we all Urgent! The top has already set the target, we are going to build ten Z1s, and then start to develop the naval combat model! That boy Feng Guang has been called away by the top, because of the magnetic restraint technology that Cheng Yuan came up with, he has already participated in the new power core. Fighter, I heard that it has been effective.

Ma Zhicheng looked at Song Bowen, who was sitting at the computer desk with a frown, with a gloomy expression on his face, and couldn't help muttering.

After Z1 was briefly shown in front of the head of No. 1, in the afternoon of the same day, No. 1 approved the funds, and then the whole base was running at high speed, but while it was running, some experts were called away.

The reason is that the Z1 contains a lot of new technologies, and the above thinks that these technologies are not only used on the Z1!

Like Chengyuan magnetic bearing servo system and new magnetic restraint control technology, they are all high-tech that can be widely used in other fields!

The magnetic bearing servo system can make a leap forward for the national industrial bearing, and the progress of the industrial base also means that the manufacturing cost of many things will drop to a whole new level.

And the new magnetic restraint control technology made the people at the top even more excited. After I heard that the Ministry of Aerospace Industry of the country knew about this technology, they kept clamoring for the data and principle of this technology, and the top could not send Feng Guang over.

Half a month later, they got the news that the country's brand-new powered fighter has already begun to take shape.

Although some experts have left, there are more basic engineers in the base. With the support of these new forces, five Z1s were built in half a month!

It's just that things are done, but something happened to the transfer and replication of this intelligent core.

Cheng Yuan had already handed over the control of the original Z1 to Song Bowen, but Song Bowen fiddled with it for half a month, but he didn't understand it at all, causing the project to come to a standstill.

Ma Zhicheng of the nuclear power department was naturally anxious at this time.

There are still five miniature nuclear fission reactors in their department. It has always been like a thorn to him, and the daily inspection and maintenance alone will waste most of his time. So he can't be in a hurry.

Old Ma, don't worry, I'm not doing research right now? Every time it replicates to 99%, it stops on its own. There must be a reason here! Song Bowen frowned deeper.

When Ma Zhicheng heard this, he was speechless and said in a hurry: The reason for the fart, if you can't do it, just say it. I want to contact Cheng Yuan and continue to let these five robots occupy the steel frame. Are we still going to do the next task? The rest? The components of the five Z1s have been built, and they are just waiting to be assembled, I can't let you delay your time!

After he finished speaking, he ignored Song Bowen, who was still staring at the computer, and turned around to contact Cheng Yuan.

In this regard, Song Bowen has nothing to say, but the sadness on his face is even worse.

What is the reason for this? Song Bowen clicked the copy on the smart core again, but when the progress bar reached 99%, it was interrupted again.

It's weird! Song Bowen was unconvinced and experimented again...

Just as Song Bowen was scratching his head about the fault, Ma Zhicheng had already come outside the base.

At this time, the [Z-1] base is not as shabby as before. A large number of troops are stationed around this area. On the huge square outside the base, a group of soldiers with guns and ammunition are constantly patrolling the surrounding area. There was a soldier standing there.

Ma Zhicheng came to the liaison booth outside the base and said to the staff on duty inside: Contact Cheng Yuan, we have some problems here that need to be solved by him personally.

But Cheng Yuan, who had just come out of the sanatorium and sent Professor Yan Zhongchen's family away, was about to return to his private laboratory when the phone rang.

Sir, a call from the [Z-1] base. Through the Bluetooth headset, Zero quickly reported the basic information of the caller.

Cheng Yuan was slightly surprised, [Z-1] Base? Is there something wrong with them?

He answered the phone, and before he could speak, Ma Zhicheng's voice came over, Mr. Cheng, are you free now, if so, please come to the base, we have some small problems in the intelligent core. .

Ma Zhicheng's voice was fast and urgent, Cheng Yuan knew as soon as he heard it, the little problem in his words was definitely not small, otherwise he could be in such a hurry?

The thought was fleeting in his mind, Cheng Yuan said, I'm really fine here, I'll come here right now?

Cheng Yuan looked at the time, it was almost noon.

Then trouble you, the sooner the better.

Seeing that Ma Zhicheng was so urgent, Cheng Yuan hung up the phone and instructed Zhang Zhang, who was driving, Zhang Zhang, let's go to dinner now, and when we're done, go directly to the [Z-1] base.

As soon as Zhang Li who was driving heard the [Z-1] base, his heart involuntarily beat half a beat faster.

Z1!

As long as anyone who has followed the recent news does not know that it is China's first large-scale robot?

At this time, when he heard that Cheng Yuan was going to that robot production base, Zhang Li was naturally excited. After all, aren't men's favorite things these cold metal hunks?

But although he was excited, there was still a problem to be solved, Boss, I don't know the way!

When Cheng Yuan went to the [Z-1] base, he was sent to find volunteers.

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Yu beside him.

Seeing Cheng Yuan looking at himself, Chen Yu nodded quickly: I know.

That's fine. After dinner, you can drive. Cheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. After a few hours' drive, he didn't want to personally tell where to drive, it would be too slow. (To be continued.)