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Chapter 9 The Doctor Woke Up
Experiments are usually boring, but real researchers can easily immerse themselves in them.

Betty took blood samples from the mice, observed the cell morphology, and then used technical means to replicate Bruce's serum.

After a few steps of operation, it was already dark in a blink of an eye.

The mouse had obviously grown in size, and it was not only irritable, but a manic patient.

Betty was so quarreled that she had to stop replicating the serum and consider giving it an early execution.

Apart from helping Betty, Martin spent the whole afternoon preparing dinner.

At this time, he received a new task: execute Jerry.

Charge: Interrupting Betty's experiment.

"Honey, don't look so serious, it makes me feel very guilty."

Seeing Betty frowning in thought, Martin couldn't help but tease her.

Betty smiled and pushed him: "Hurry up, its bones are getting thicker. I'm afraid I can't break its spine with all my strength. You can try to use your maximum strength."

Martin put on thick gloves, opened half of the cage, and just about to get in, the big Jerry inside started to scramble and bite.

Although what it bit were all the steel bars on the cage, Martin shrank his hands instinctively when he saw the small tooth marks on them.

"Uh, I think it's best to fix it." Martin smiled awkwardly, "Or just inject it with some poison?"

Betty rolled her eyes, turned her head to find a rope, and wrapped it tightly from the outside of the cage. After a few laps, the room of movement was restricted, and the mouse's enlarged body could no longer twist, so it could only crazily bite a rope in front of it. steel bars.

"quick!"

Betty found that the place where it was bitten showed a bright part. Obviously, after biting for a while, this guy will be able to bite the gap out of the cage!
"Hey, okay! Little guy, you may not know that if you are more honest, you can live for a few more minutes."

Facing the crazy mouse Martin is still a little nervous, but he must not be cowardly in front of his girlfriend.

Reach in with both hands, press the head with one hand, and grab the tail with the other.

Close your eyes.

A sharp pull.

click!

It sounded like a door opening.

Martin took out his hand carefully: "That's it?"

Of course this is usually the case, but now that Martin asked her, Betty felt a little worried. She handed over a rope again and said, "Help me fix its legs on the frame. I still need to dissect them."

"Do you need an autopsy?"

It's too cruel to even die!
Martin grinned and began to move his hands.

"Non-professionals don't ask so many questions."

Betty patted Martin on the shoulder, took out a scalpel and signaled to Martin: "Why don't you come? It's like removing the internal organs of a stewed chicken."

"Ha ha."

Martin, despised as an amateur, shook his head in refusal.

The chicken he cooks has always been processed in the supermarket. There is no morning market that sells live chickens. This girl has never stewed chicken herself.

But this is also good, there is a saying that is true, to grab a man, you must first grab his stomach, and sometimes it is the same for women.

The main course of the evening was pork ribs stewed potatoes.

After the ribs are put into the pot, the rice cooker also starts cooking.

However, after discovering that Betty had taken a few dissection photos, Martin didn't intend to stop. He kept fiddling with the bloody "parts", so he turned the pot to a low heat and walked over.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Betty nodded solemnly: "I thought it was just growing in size, but now I find that its growth is not uniform, and some organs grow abnormally, and there is no obvious pattern."

Martin took a step back when he heard this, and seeing Betty wearing gloves and a mask, he said in relief, "It looks a little dangerous, so be careful."

"Let's deal with it." Betty's face was a little ugly: "I want to call the hospital."

She thought of Dr. Banner, and always had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Is it a big problem?"

Martin asked.

Betty shook her head: "It's hard to say."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Martin just asked casually, of course he knew very well that the serum was dangerous, but Banner was safe.

It's just that after waking up, there will be an extra transformation skill, which can scare people to death when the temper explodes.

There is a large iron barrel in the backyard of the apartment building, which is used by the young people downstairs to burn some waste items, such as needles and other small things.

Martin packed the horrific mice and some experimental supplies and threw them in. He took off his gloves and threw them in. He poured some alcohol and lit it.

It didn't take long for the fire to go out.

Martin poured some more alcohol worriedly, and went back after seeing that the inside was completely burnt.

This scene was seen by Betty who was lying on the window sill upstairs. When Martin entered the door, she walked over to give him a warm kiss as a reward: "Good performance."

"Nothing, just go downstairs and light a fire."

Martin licked his lips reminiscently.

Betty patted the other person's face amusedly: "No, it's your caution. It's good that you know it's dangerous. I'm afraid you're too casual. If you get infected, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Martin came to a sudden: "So you were watching upstairs, um, it seems that you don't know your boyfriend well enough, we should have a good conversation, come on, don't move—"

Martin closed the door casually, held his girlfriend in his arms, turned around and pressed against the wall, and there was a domineering wall dong.

The enthusiasm of her boyfriend made Betty temporarily forget her worries about the experimental project.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa to rest.

"So, Dr. Banner is all right?"

Martin asked.

"Everything is fine and the nurse said he's about to wake up, hopefully he'll see this soon, I can't believe he's still alive."

Betty casually picked up the half-written experiment notes.

"I can't believe more. The little mouse can grow bigger without eating, and the serum can be replicated with a few reagents. This is beyond my understanding."

"If you can understand the PCR machine, you can understand the replicating serum. The principles are the same, but things like getting bigger... I can't fully understand it, so Bruce is the project leader, and I'm just a biological researcher. We can Probably understood as a special reaction of energy, remember the mass-energy conversion formula I told you?"

Martin nodded and spread his hands again: "I can understand this, but I can't understand the nuclear reaction in a cell. My understanding of nuclear energy is still at the level of nuclear fission and nuclear fusion."

"A certain kind of special energy reaction can form nuclear changes in the microscopic field. I will classify these incomprehensible microscopic reactions as problems in the quantum field. In fact, this is also the case. The microscopic quantum force field can store these energies, and can also Release these energies, though we cannot understand them."

Betty gave Martin a vague explanation, but Martin snapped his fingers with bright eyes: "Yes, it must be the quantum realm. That thing is completely out of touch with the world we can observe, and only Bruce's weird head Guys can understand."

This explanation also made Martin instantly see through. In a Marvel world full of black technology, how can there be so much reason, just treat it as the rules of the world!

If he was allowed to research by himself, in Betty's eyes, simply replicating serum would be a miraculous bioengineering technology.

But looking at the front, it looks like a bunch of instruments used by middle school students to complete this kind of black technology.

When it came to the experiment, Betty couldn't sit still anymore. She looked embarrassedly at her boyfriend who kissed him and wanted to kiss again, her big eyes flickered: "Well, honey, can you get me another mouse..."

Martin's enthusiasm that had just started to heat up instantly cooled down, and he smiled a little disappointed: "You have the final say."

"whee."

Betty smiled coquettishly, held Martin's face and kissed her as compensation.

It was just getting dark, and the mice hadn't come out to look for food. Martin circled the surrounding alleys without gaining anything.

He was about to return without any hope, but he saw a wet little gray cat limping in the grass.

"It's just you."

When Martin returned to the apartment with the dirty little gray cat, he saw Betty on the phone with a surprised face.

"It's Bruce!"

Betty waved to Martin and pointed to her mobile phone.

Martin was surprised, and quickly realized: "Say hello to him for me, I'll wash this kitten first."

Betty compared OK.

Then she covered her face blushing again.

Bruce joked on the phone: "If I'm not mistaken, it's already night at this time, I just slept, and you slept together..."

Martin pricked up his ears, and absently put the little gray cat into the tub, suddenly thought of something, and asked loudly, "Bruce is still in the hospital?"

Betty said: "That's right, how about we go see him tomorrow?"

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "Okay!"

Not a lab, not a home.

Fortunately, it seems that the doctor just woke up.

Lu Fat hasn't come out yet, so there's no danger.

(End of this chapter)