Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

Ding Dong!

Huh, it turned out to be the teacher's email. Fang Ge quickly opened the email. It turned out that the teacher had organized and packaged some ideas and ideas of the biological computer.

Downloaded this 16G attachment.

After watching it for over an hour, she felt a sense of enlightenment.

"So that's how it is. The strength of brain cells is too fragile, and it's hard to resist the X-gene serum by transformation alone. So what should I use?"

Fang Ge, who was talking to himself, bit his pen and thought.

Considering that it is compatible with human beings, using human cells is the best choice, but the strongest human cells should be heart cells.

Write down the heart cells, and then consider the injection concentration of the gene X serum.

Judging from the current situation, the injection concentration on the first day is still too high and must be lowered.

Before you know it, a week has passed, and the time has come to November 11.

After replacing the cardiomyocytes, some samples did successfully fuse, but none of these samples achieved the brainwave sensing property.

Lin Sha took a report and speculated: "It may be related to the X serum concentration. The concentration is too low, which makes it difficult for the brain wave sensor and the cells to fuse."

"Of course, it may also be due to the brain wave sensor. I have screened three new brain wave sensor materials." Wen Kehan ​​expressed his thoughts.

"Then trouble Kehan, use three new materials to make brain wave sensors." Fang Ge instructed Wen Kehan.

"pass it to me."

The injection concentration of X serum baffled everyone. The concentration was too high for the cells to bear, while the concentration was too low and it might affect the degree of fusion.

Now it is a dilemma, and the research progress is stuck for a while.

Chapter 197 The Strongest Cell

Fang Ge, who was thinking hard, didn't want to trouble her teacher, so she asked for leave and left the base.

Lao Li was still smiling and driving the electric off-road vehicle, while Fang Ge stared blankly at the deserted Qinghai Lake with his chin propped on one hand.

Qinghai Lake in November is already a bit cold, and tourists are becoming less and less.

Several Tibetan herdsmen rode horses and drove a large herd of yaks, surrounded by two ghost-faced mastiffs.

On the grassland in the wilderness, the low and long folk songs bring songs that reach directly to the soul.

Looking at the big swing by the lake, Fang Ge suddenly said, "Uncle Li, stop in front."

"Ok."

Old Li made a beautiful turn smoothly, and the electric off-road vehicle parked smoothly on the flat ground on the side of the road.

The big swing and the salt lake, where there were many tourists before, are so deserted at this time, only a dilapidated old Buick is parked alone.

The owner of the car was a thin and sickly pale middle-aged man, about 50 to [-] years old, wearing a peaked cap, standing quietly by the lake.

The bleak autumn wind always makes people sentimental.

Fang Ge sat on the swing, swaying gently, with a pair of bright eyes on his cheeks with a hint of plateau red.

At this time, her thoughts were no longer in front of her eyes, but she was thinking about the experiment. Although it was said that she was going out to relax, Fang Ge, who was actually stronger, couldn't let go of everything in the laboratory.

A shrill cough woke up Fang Ge, who was wandering in the sky.

The middle-aged man clutched his chest and sat on the ground panting. There were dark red spots scattered on the shore of the white salt crystal lake.

Fang Ge stood up and walked over, and Lao Li followed behind her like a shadow, staring at the man vigilantly.

"How are you"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his pale and haggard face, and his pair of gray eyes.

"Thank you. I'm really happy to hear a greeting from this snow-covered plateau." The man smiled with difficulty, but the smile blended on his pale and haggard face was extraordinarily stinging.

"Do you need some water?" Fang Ge handed over his thermos.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then took the thermos with trembling hands, and took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, with [Nexava]'s name written on it.

Fang Ge immediately knew what was wrong with the middle-aged man.

Nexava is the English product name of the drug. Its Chinese name is Nexava, a generic drug produced by Tianzhu. The original factory is Sorafenib produced by German Bayer, and its function is to treat liver cancer.

Taking generic drugs is also a last resort. Bayer’s original Sorafenib is 2.5 yuan per box, and you need two boxes a month; one box of Tianzhu Nexavar can be used for a month, and it only costs about 1300 yuan.

For impoverished cancer patients, generic drugs are the only option.

The man carefully poured out two pills, drank warm water and stuffed himself down in one gulp.

Fang Ge smoothed his back for him.

After taking the medicine, the man's face flushed a little sickly, as if returning to the light.

"Thank you girl!"

Still on the swing, Fang Ge quietly listened to what the man said.

He used to have a happy family, but unfortunately after an examination a year ago, he was found to have advanced liver cancer.

At that moment, it seemed that the sky was falling down, after a painful struggle.

He found a girl in a hair salon, deliberately exposed her to his wife and children, and then divorced without hesitation.

After that, he took the remaining 5 yuan and the old Buick, drove away from his hometown, and cut off all contact with his family.

While working part-time, while escaping from reality.

Until two months ago, his body did not allow him to continue to work, so he drove all the way west, preparing to accept the coming of death.

After listening to the man's story, Fang Ge felt the fragility of life and the nostalgia in the man's heart.

Looking at the pool of blood left by the man before, she was stunned.

"Liver cancer... cancer cells..." Fang Ge was talking to herself, like a treasure hunter who had found a secret treasure, but when she saw the man beside her, she stopped smiling immediately.

"Mr. Huo, I have a job, would you like to do it?"

"Girl, what else can I do with this body?" Huo Yimin smiled wryly.

"A job assisting with research."