Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 164
The young man lay sprawled sprawled on a padded table in the hospital, his bare left arm showing scalded and scarred skin.

It looked horrible.

The wide, flat strap of the sphygmomanometer was wrapped tightly around the bicep.

His eyes kept following the rapid movements of the technician.

She opened a large, old refrigerator and took a brown bottle from the second shelf.There is a handle at the bottom of the bottle, which is connected to the bottom of the bottle with a metal strip.There was an inch of citrate at the bottom of the bottle and nothing else.

The technician grabs the handle and peels off the metal cover, revealing the rubber gasket.

Pull several feet of plastic tubing from a box under the table.

There is a needle at each end of the tube.

One end is inserted into the vein of the blood collector that has been anesthetized by procaine, and the other end is inserted into the rubber band and inserted into the bottle.

The crimson blood quickly entered the plastic tube and flowed into the bottle.The citrate at the bottom of the bottle swirls, a splash of pink.

After a while, it turned the color of grape juice, and the top half of the bottle rolled with foam.

The technician wrote the date and the name of the person who took the blood on the label that had been prepared.Below the label, write the initials of her own name.She put a piece of sticky tape on the label with the number: 31197, and wrote the same number on two other small test tubes.

When the bottle was full, she closed the plastic tube with a clamp and pulled the needle out of the bottle.

After removing the plastic tubing and needle, she attached a piece of sticky tape to the mouth of the bottle.

On the bench by the window, the technician drops three blood samples on two glass slides, one of which is divided into A and B.

She slides the pieces into a light-transmitting case with a translucent glass top.

She took out a drop of serum from the green bottle, brown bottle and five-color transparent bottle marked "anti-A', "anti-B" and "anti-Rho" and put it in each blood sample respectively.

The young man couldn't help asking:

"I heard from Mr. Xia that I have a chance to restore my old skin."

The nurse turned around and said with a smile:

"Yes, there is a chance."

The young man frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the nurse's answer, he asked more directly:

"How long will it take for the regenerative skin technology you researched to be applied?"

The nurse put away her smile, looking a little helpless:
"The genetic department of Zhixia Technology has been shut down, and all related research has also been temporarily suspended. Just wait, there will be a chance."

The young man sighed, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, finally shook his head, picked up the VR glasses from the bedside, put them on, and found a comfortable position to lean against.

The scene in front of him changed, and he appeared on the noisy street.

He raised his arm and glanced.

The arms showed well-developed muscles and brown skin, without any scars.

Then he walked toward the crowd.

This old man is [-] years old.

Lying on a hard bed in the hospital, looking shriveled.

He is alive - just alive.

Dr. Russell Pierce held the patient's bony knuckles in his strong young right hand. He had a serious expression, focused eyes, a strong build, and his skin was reddened by the sun.

The old man's face was yellow, with bluish gray in the yellow, and he looked like he was dying.

The wrinkled skin covered the bones, like a skeleton.

Pierce gently lowered the patient's arm, and slowly pulled the sheet back up.

"Pneumonia?" asked Dr. East, with professional interest.

He was slightly older than Pierce, with gray temples, and his whole demeanor was calm and noble.

"It's more than that. It's malnutrition. Needs to eat more and be well cared for. Just have the money."

"Let's do a blood count," Pierce said to the nurse beside him, "and a urinalysis. Need another pint of blood."

"Blood transfusion?" East asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It will be useful—for the time being, anyway."

"But he's dying."

"Of course. We're all going to die," said Pierce, smiling grimly. "It's our duty to live as long as possible."

A moment later, when Pierce opened the door and walked into the foyer, East was talking seriously to a tall, blond, broad-shouldered man.The man was wearing high-end clothing and was about the same age as East, about [-] to [-] years old.

This man's name is Carl Jensen.

He was the private secretary to the dying old man lying inside.

Easter introduced Pierce, and the two shook hands.

The term private secretary, Pierce thought, meant that the person had a close relationship with the old man.

"Dr. Pierce, I just want to ask you a question." Jenson said flatly in a tone as indifferent as his eyes. "Is Mr. Weaver dying soon?"

"Of course it is," replied Pierce. "None of us can escape the fate of death. If you want to know whether he will die in two or three days, then I tell you, he will. - If I must give A word of affirmative or negative answer.”

"What disease does he have?" Jenson asked suspiciously.

"He's older than his body. It's like a machine that's not only old but has broken parts, breaking down one after the other."

"His father lived to be [-] years old and his mother lived to be [-] years old."

Pierce looked straight at Jenson and said, "That's because they don't make that much money. And we live in an age where almost every disease has been conquered, but there's a price to pay. The high tension of modern life is tearing you apart. Weaver loses five years of life for every $[-] million he earns."

"Then what are you going to do—just watch him die?"

The old man was silent and listened to what was going on outside.

Oddly enough, other people's ears don't work as well when they get older.

But he can hear a lot of things that he shouldn't hear, even if the other party deliberately avoids him.

"Mr. Jill, are you awake?" The nurse appeared in front of him.

The old man pointed to the VR helmet on the cabinet and motioned to the nurse to get it for him and put it on.

The nurse seemed a little embarrassed:

"Dr. Pierce said that you can use this device for up to two hours a day, but this morning"

The old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes.

The nurse had no choice but to follow his instructions and bring a helmet to help the old man put it on.

Finally, I did not forget to inform the old man's attending physician, Pierce.

Pierce didn't care that the old man forcefully violated the rules he set, and said with a smile:

"You only have a few days to live, so let him be."

The nurse yelled and exited Dr. Pierce's office.

The old man enters the virtual world and sees his own reflection through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the road.

He was a strong, strong fellow, with thick and shiny hair, firm skin, not so many nasty spots, and a much quicker talker.

Xia Zhi walked the streets of the virtual world.

At this time, his image is not his own, because he did not log in with his own id.

He wanted to enter here as a passerby, so as to experience what could be improved in this virtual community.

Using his real identity before always made him feel that the surrounding settings were a bit 'deliberate'.

In order to get first-hand information, he needed a 'private interview'.

Passing through a sacred place for literati, there is an astronomy club.

Fans from all over the world are gathered here.

The astronomy club was full of unimaginable topics.

Most of the people here are true devotees of science, serious, shy, and precise, despite their identities as biologists, engineers, explorers, civil servants, patent lawyers, criminologists, writers, and even artists.

In that smoking room there was talk of almost anything, but the topics of the newspapers were evidently of no interest to them.

When Xia Zhi stepped onto the steps of the club's gate, he collected himself, trying to shake off the vague shadows that oppressed his mind, and showed his pure love for astronomy and physics.

However, among the people talking in circles, there was no place to be found.

At this time, he found an equally lonely figure.

The other party was a foreigner with bushy hair and unkempt appearance, wearing a brown coat and old leather shoes, sitting motionless in a corner, watching the two people on the stage debating an issue.

Xia Zhi walked over, sat next to him, and took the initiative to introduce himself:
"Xia Zhi."

Because in the virtual world, the built-in translation program makes communication easy for everyone.

The old outsider glanced at Xia Zhi:
"Foxfield."

After speaking, Fox pointed to the stage and quietly said to Xia Zhi:

"Let me tell you, except for a dictator, a royal heir, and the President of the United States, this kind of attitude is extremely bad by the standards of the club. But no one has pointed it out to this new member. Although it will happen sooner or later, it has not happened yet. Look at him The tone of the courtroom debate was critical of contemporary physics and wanted to show how sensible and practical a mind that had passed the Oxford University degree examination and received an authentic legal and political education could be."

Xia Zhi looked over, there was a young man and an old man on the stage.

Young people are aggressive.

The old man listened silently.

"Atoms and forces were great to Lucretius, and they were great to my science teacher when I was a kid. Now you suddenly have to rediscover it all. Because great discoveries have been made, and the air is full of Electrons, neutrons and whole electrons."

"Positrons," someone corrected.

The young man said viciously:
"It's all the same to us. Positrons. And photons, protons, and nucleons; alpha rays, beta rays, gamma rays, X-rays, and gamma rays.

They fly around like everything in the solar system.Our dear old universe, once solid and stable, began to expand and contract - like God playing a concertina.

Let's be honest, I want to remind you that - that's scaring people, it's much ado about nothing.

This is nothing more than selling us a magic bottle with a scientific label on it.

I am asking you. "

It was as if he had posed a difficult problem to someone else and paused to wait for the answer.

An old gentleman, who was buried in an armchair and looked thin and old, but still alert, although the finger was not pointed at him, at this moment stretched out his long and thin finger, with a thin but penetrating The voice opened his mouth.

His words were like a long sword, and his thick Scottish accent was like the edge of the sword:

"Tell me, can you listen patiently while I tell you? Can you not interrupt me?"

When this self-righteous new member of the club wanted to say something more, the old man raised his hand to stop him:
"Listen, I'm telling you. I just said it."

This guy who was in full swing, his face was slightly red, showing doubt and disapproval, his eyes turned around, and finally nodded.

The old man began to explain the modern concept of time and space and the movement of matter in it in the simplest terms:
"Don't ask me what electricity is," he said.

"Because we've seen it so far, I'm going to tell you about all the other stuff. They're not at all as complicated as you think, and there's nothing contradictory about them."

He started from the nucleus very clearly and concisely, from atoms to electrons and neutrons surrounding the central proton, and then to the world of jumping and flickering photons.

Then he traced his hand along the sixty odd-numbered octaves of the spectrum, from electromagnetic waves on the order of a hundred yards longer than the wavelength of radio waves, to thermal radiation, light, X-rays, and gamma rays;
Then describe the result of combining several atoms and smashing through the helium atom;
Finally, he explained the high-speed fast atoms—cosmic rays—in a simple and clear sentence.

"Anyway, it's not complicated at all," he said.

Following his persuasive words, symbols and lines appeared out of thin air as demonstrations.

It is the "drawing function" based on holographic imaging opened by the old man in the virtual space, and his teaching blackboards are everywhere.

The content on the blackboard seemed to Xia Zhi to be boring mathematical formulas.

In the brains of other listeners, a picture with a sense of music is depicted, where there are gurgling, flowing and rippling streams, the beating reflections on the ship's side, round and round concentric colored circles on the water surface film, and various beautiful patterns and pleasing decor.

He made lifeless things dance and whirl, made friends, shone brightly, radiantly, and filled with mysterious power.

Compare an atom to a game of marbles left in the corner of a muddy square on a rainy day.

Speaking of young neutrinos, he also vividly describes being the last to arrive at a dance party at an atomic party in search of a partner.

One or two experts in the field in the audience were delighted to hear the basics of their profession expressed so clearly, and others were happy to sort out their vague notions of these vagaries of modern theory.

"So, where did we come in from?" someone asked.

"Where is the spirit and the soul in these things?"

"It's like going through a membrane, that thin reflective band that's between the electron and the star on such a wide scale."

Xia Zhi left the table and said with emotion:
"The virtual world infinitely expands the boundaries of the world, but at the same time makes the world smaller. It is really the greatest invention of the 21st century, no, it should be said to be the most interesting invention."

"The old man's demonstration just now was a bit interesting. It feels better than offline teaching. It seems that in the future, students can enter the virtual world and take online classes for easier understanding."

Xia Zhi was walking, and saw an event being held in a street not far away.

Behind the event venue you can see the signboard of the host store:
Zhixia Marriage Agency.

Xia Zhi smiled and said:

"Sure enough, Xiao Jin is right, the most popular thing in this virtual world is online dating."

Chu Yuqi introduced him to his best friend before, and they talked for a while, but finally ended without any problems.

After all, people like Xia Zhi are not suitable for dating.

The focus of every day has never been tilted towards the girlfriend, and no one can bear it.

Xia Zhi thought about it, maybe he could meet his other half in this virtual world?

After making up his mind, he moved forward to see what activities were being held here.

(End of this chapter)