The invulnerability of fast wear

Wu Xie stayed in the nursing home for about a month, the main purpose was to rehabilitate his body that had been sleeping for nearly a year.

He fully experienced the painful process of turning into a vegetable and then returning to a normal person. Fortunately, during this period of time, his teacher Lu Xing made soup almost every day, which made him feel the joy of the world despite the pain. A little warmth.

As for Yan Song, at present, Tuo Luxing sent a large bouquet of lilies to him when he entered the nursing home. Not only did he not come here after that, but he didn't even see a phone or text message.

"When you were away, he took full power to represent your work. Congratulations, the apprentice has already graduated from the teacher at a young age." Lu Xing scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and fed it with a smile, "But don't worry, your authority in the research institute No one can move the position, you can go out after you recover, don't think too much."

"..."

Wu Xie didn't speak. He lay on the raised pillow and thought for a long time why Yan Song didn't come to see him. He couldn't figure it out, so he took the bowl and spoon of chicken soup, and sighed:

"Teacher, I will do it myself."

"I want you to come too, but I'm afraid you'll spill it." Lu Xing handed something to his student, and got up to make flowers, "It's delicious, don't embarrass the nurse I hired."

Wu Xie responded vaguely, and carefully placed the spoon with chicken soup near his mouth.

After coming out of the treatment device, he was immediately pushed into the cardiopulmonary resuscitation room. He clearly saw that person rushing to follow but was stopped outside. The emotion in his eyes was not pretending at all, but in the end he only asked Mr. Lu to give him a handful of lilies This kind of behavior is really puzzling.

In addition, he finally figured out his identity.

The photo of the certificate of the dual Ph.D. in biology and medicine is still placed in the broken mobile phone.

Dr. Shuangmai, it sounds like he is very powerful, but in fact he is not. He works hard every day to run projects and lectures. Fortunately, with the growth of age and rank, and the appreciation of his mentor, he is now considered a leader in the industry. A little famous - the project he is mainly responsible for and participates in research is the therapeutic instrument named "Hangkai System".

This is a resurrection machine that can fundamentally save brain death through "consciousness awakening".

The development of medical treatment and scientific research in the real world far exceeds the virtual world that "White" fabricated for him at the beginning. Repairing brain damage areas has become a common physical surgery. Although the treatment is expensive, it is basically worth the money—— However, even if such an operation has been applied clinically, it can only be relieved for a while. Complications such as memory loss, visual oppression, and even confusion have made this operation controversial, and it has also triggered brain repair from other levels. think.

The establishment of this project is due to the mentor Lu Kexing who led him into this field.

The therapeutic instrument project was first created by Lu Butong, Lu Kexing’s elder brother. As early as 30 years ago, they had already started this experiment. Unfortunately, before the experiment was successful, Lu Butong died of an accident due to illness during the experiment. Become the actual beneficiary of this experiment and continue to promote the whole project.

Fifteen years ago, when he was still a graduate student, he followed his mentor Lu Ke into the laboratory and started this "trans-epochal" "consciousness awakening" experiment.

A year ago, when a breakthrough was made in the progress of the experiment, when the state approved the initial clinical trials, he was invited to participate in a joint speech. After delivering a speech that stirred up the situation, he was awarded an honorary trophy by the presidium ——After getting off the plane, he had just taken a taxi to the office and was calling Yan Song to ask what he had for lunch when something happened suddenly.

The speeding car knocked him out, and Lu Kexing didn't even want to mention the tragic state of his body at that time, so he didn't think about it again. The impression before his death was not deep, like a sudden power failure in the brain, the unspeakable pain It spread all over the body in an instant, and after a violent convulsion, he lost consciousness.

In effect, brain death.

After becoming the main person in charge of "Awakening of Consciousness", he became one of the clinical experimenters of this project.

Although he was forced to become an experimenter, his successful recovery means that the whole project will go one step further.

It's just that Yan Song, as his student and assistant - seems to be not so happy about his awakening.

Finally biting the spoon containing chicken soup into his mouth, Wu Xie silently drank a whole cup of chicken soup, ate two chicken legs with the help of Lu Kexing, and finally lay back on the bed comfortably.

The lilies stretch out their yellowed branches and leaves next to the humidifier. Even if they are maintained carefully, they will almost wither.

……

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Wu Xie walked out of the lobby on the first floor in a suit and tie with a file bag in hand.

All the project team members were mobilized, and more than 20 group leaders, wearing suits and sunglasses like gangsters, stood at attention exaggeratedly at him. Among them, the group leader who likes to make trouble the most gave an order:

"To the left!"

The team leaders turned to the left in unison, and Wu Xie, who was about to step forward, was so frightened that he took a step back.

"Welcome Dr. Wu back to the project team!" The team leader shouted.

"Welcome Dr. Wu back to the project team!" All the team leaders responded immediately.

"Dr. Wu has worked hard!" The team leader roared.

"Dr. Wu has worked hard!" All the team leaders almost pulled the loudest voices to cooperate.

Although it was neat, Wu Xie still heard someone laughing.

They are now outside the gate of the nursing home. Although few people passed by, Wu Xie still felt a little embarrassed when he was moved. Because he planned to leave the hospital early alone, he knew that this group of people with almost zero entertainment activities would definitely use this matter to have fun.

... He even suspected that Mr. Lu had leaked his whereabouts.

"You've worked hard too, get in the car." He waved his hands calmly.

"Stand at attention, rest for a while!"

The neat movements proved that they might have really practiced during this time. Everyone was waiting to trot back to the bus under the command of the team leader. Only Wu Xie was arranged in a black car leading the bus forward. .

The team leader who took him there was especially good at talking, such as "you are our guiding light" and "our project can't move forward without you", which made him get goosebumps, and when he finally got into the car Li heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to see Yan Song, who was also in the same suit and tie, sitting in the car with an indifferent face, wearing a slightly reflective gold wire frame, looking straight ahead.

Just when he wondered if he was sitting in the wrong seat, the car started.

Wu Xie originally thought that the scene just now was already very embarrassing. Unexpectedly, after entering the back seat, the situation became worse. No one spoke in the car, and even Lao Zhang, the queen driver of the research institute, became more and more serious after only a few words. Whispered, probably because he sensed the undercurrent between them, and was afraid of making too many mistakes, so he chose to observe secretly.

To be honest, Yan Song has always been like this, taciturn, silent, expressionless, cold in the words of a new girl in the institute, but he has worked with this person for nearly ten years anyway, and he is a mentor, He is very clear about the character of the other party - the other party has a good temper in private, will help with housework, has always had a back-and-forth in talking and doing things, and has always done a good job in etiquette.

No matter what kind of Yan Song it is, he never feels that the other party has alienated him. Instead, he has been taking the initiative to keep up. Whether it is academics or life, he has made very fast progress.

But now...he clearly felt Yan Song's alienation from him.

The teacher and the student in the carriage did not speak to each other, or even look at each other. One habitually restrained unruly movements, and the other had been in the army for several years. His back was straight, his sitting posture was chic and handsome, but the air was as cold as The ice caused Lao Zhang to lower the wind of the air conditioner by a few gears.

"Is your work going well recently?" The man finally took the initiative to start the conversation.

The person being questioned seemed to be wandering, and answered after a while:

"It's progressing smoothly. After the data is extracted and stored in the database, it can be opened to volunteers. However, there are some bugs to be fixed, including some problems in the experience, which still need to be improved."

Before the man could answer, the man next to him spoke again:

"And, Mr. Lu heard that you have been discharged from the hospital and is waiting for you at the headquarters - he wants to talk to you about something."

The pure black eyes that were as sharp as a knife glanced over, Yan Song's expression was calm, and the amber pupils under the reflective lens looked back quietly, as if silently accusing him of unreasonable troubles that he had not yet spoken.

Wu Xie lost interest in chatting for some reason. He originally thought that talking about work would be a good entry point, but the title "you" still hurt him so much that he could not vent his anger and sadness. , but could only muffle in embarrassment, unable to even make a sound.

Yan Song is obviously different from before. This young man is armored and sharp, facing the real world with a calm attitude, unlike him, who is still indulging in the feelings of those illusory worlds and cannot extricate himself.

Until now, he still remembers the first time he met Yan Song.

At that time, he offered elective courses in the school - in the early years, he was still an internal tutor of the school, and according to the school's regulations, he needed to offer elective courses of corresponding class hours.

A large number of young and energetic young people poured into the classroom. He gave lectures on the stage in a regular manner, trying to mobilize the atmosphere among the students, but there was no special effect.

At this time, a tall young man stood up in the front row and raised his hand to ask:

"Teacher, if you say 'dreams are produced by consciousness', we can't feed back consciousness through dreams. If consciousness dies, dreams will disappear together. This is not a hierarchical concept at all."

The students who he had tried to mobilize before all raised their heads when they heard such remarks, and the academic kick-off obviously made them more excited, but in Wu Xie's view, this student's problem seemed more like a deliberate attempt to find fault.

After he gave an example and answered it successfully, the other party raised objections again, and a good elective course became a debate competition. Although his academic explanation prevailed in the end, Wu Xie was not happy. He fought back to defend himself as an elective course. The professionalism of the lecturer, but in the research, he still prefers to discuss rather than win or lose.

Then, the nightmarish day came, and the student began to cling to him. As long as the other party was there, the elective course would inevitably become a debate competition. Although the attendance rate increased significantly, Wu Xie only felt a sudden increase in pressure—this student was originally I was arguing with him by confusing sight and changing concepts secretly, but in just a few weeks, the depth of the question increased sharply. Inevitable.

Therefore, in addition to the ordinary lesson preparation, he also had to prepare to deal with the other party's strange ideas that came out of nowhere. After the whole semester, his elective course was well-known throughout the school, and it finally came to the end. He was preparing to take some time off during the holidays. Suddenly, the student found him after the exam.

The other party has a pair of extremely transparent amber eyes, staring at him very seriously:

"Teacher, are you still recruiting graduate students next year?"

His first thought at the time was "You don't want to come to me for the test", and then smiled very officially:

"Yes, but the topic will be a bit difficult."

Later, when recruiting students for the season, he made the questions very difficult, and only one person passed the exam.

That person is the student who asked him to turn his elective course into a debate competition, Yan Song.