Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing hung up the communication sullenly.

Bo Qiao sneered.

He has become completely impatient with Song Guanxing's anti-aging attitude, and even rarely has a rebellious mind.

If there is no accident, Song Yuhe will be discharged from the hospital next week to recuperate at home, Bo Qiao is angry from the heart, chooses a few movies with a cold face, and intends to invite Song Yuhe to go to the cinema to watch.

At that time, Song Guanxing will definitely have to explode again.

Thinking of Song Guanxing's furious appearance but having to swallow his anger, Bo Qiao turned on the computer with satisfaction.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound of "bang" in the research room, like the sound of a stool falling to the ground.

Bo Qiao frowned and walked quickly into the research room from the small balcony. The door of the small lounge was tightly closed, and there was the faint voice of Song Yuhe talking with him.

I don't know if Bo Qiao heard it wrong, but I always feel that Song Yuhe's voice seems a little strange, with unprecedented irritability.

Fearing that something would happen to Song Yuhe, he quickly stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The conversation inside stopped, and soon Song Yuhe opened the door, raised his head slightly, and looked at him with red eyes.

Bo Qiao whispered, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe kicked the door frame sullenly, not wanting to speak.

Bo Qiao looked over Song Yuhe's head and landed on the operating table of the small rest.

There was a layer of rust and a few scattered parts on the table. He was holding a wrist watch and looked at Song Yuhe helplessly.

From this appearance, it is clear that 57 has not been repaired. Bo Qiao reached out and stroked Song Yuhe's hair twice, and said softly, "Is there something wrong with the Liuyin stabilizer?"

"No." Song Yuhe finally spoke, his eyes were still a little dazed, as if he couldn't believe that he couldn't repair the Liuyin stabilizer 57, he said dully, "I...I don't know, I Fear."

Bo Qiao's voice became softer: "What are you afraid of?"

Song Yuhe was confused for a long time before he said, "57 is the damaged neural network, I...I don't know how to fix it."

He told 57 before that even if the Liuyin stabilizer can't turn 57 into a human form, he will be able to repair the damage to the neural network one day.

At that time, he said it swearingly, because he instinctively felt that putting on a new stabilizer would definitely make 57 transform into a human form and hug him, so he didn't need to consider the possibility of damage to the neural network.

But now that the Liuyin stabilizer has been replaced, the 57 still cannot be repaired.

Hope was lost.

Song Yuhe grasped too tightly the hope of the Liuyin stabilizer, and now the thread collapsed, making him feel like he was in the sky, desperately falling.

——No matter how heartless he was, he was so desperate that he didn't know what to do for a while.

Although Bo Qiao doesn't know much about bionics, he probably knows that there are only two situations in which bionics cannot be repaired, one is that the Liuyin stabilizer is damaged, and the other is that the neural network is damaged.

Song Yuhe is a genius in heaven, and he can repair the stabilizer that controls the body flow of the bionic person, but the neural network is somewhat special, to the bionic person, it is like a human brain.

A damaged neural network is like brain death in humans.

Truly beyond repair.

The only way is to replace it with a new neural network, but once it is replaced, it is equivalent to completely formatting the bionic 57.

——But even if Song Yuhe stored all the memories and redone the program, 57 is not the original 57.

Of course Song Yuhe refused to change.

Seeing that his eye circles were red and his lips were trembling, Bo Qiao thought for a long time before comforting him dryly: "The damage to the neural network of the bionic human... is like the brain death of a human being. It is not impossible to recover if you try hard to treat it."

Hearing the words, Song Yuhe grabbed Bao Qiao's sleeve as if grabbing the last straw, and said anxiously, "Really?"

Bo Qiao was stunned for a moment, a bit unable to bear Song Yuhe's putting all his hopes on his perfunctory words of comfort. He originally wanted to tell Song Yuhe that the chances of this were almost negligible, but Song Yuhe seemed to be in a bad state. , it seemed that he was only one sentence away from breaking down his emotions.

In the end, Bo Qiao didn't give him a direct answer. He pressed his finger on Song Yuhe's shoulder, lowered his head slightly, looked into those beautiful eyes, and suddenly asked with a strange lips: "You know I'm in Griffin's laboratory?" Are you studying any drugs?"

Song Yuhe stared at him blankly: "I don't know."

"It's a targeted drug for terminal illness." Bo Qiao looked into his eyes seriously, and said calmly, "The three galaxies have developed for hundreds of thousands of years, and medical conditions can cure all diseases, except for one terminal illness. "

Song Yuhe saw it in the "Heart" game: "Is it Hurt's syndrome?"

Bo Qiao was slightly startled, then smiled and followed his words: "Yes.

"This syndrome causes the body to gradually fail, first the limbs, then the heart, and eventually brain death.

"There are 10 people who die from this syndrome every year in the three galaxies. This disease has a very fast onset, and the longest time between diagnosis and death is only three years. Some people don't even know that they are terminally ill until they die."

Song Yuhe was gradually shifted from the emotional collapse just now by Bo Qiao's deliberately soft voice, and said blankly: "Zhou Xuan is also suffering from this disease."

"Yes." Bo Qiao said, "His lesion has reached the heart, and he may have a year and a half to live."

Even if he can escape the punishment of the law in the end, he will not have many days to live, not to mention that it is impossible for Song Guanxing to let him get out of prison in a good way.

Song Yuhe nodded hesitantly, not quite understanding why Bo Qiao wanted to tell him this.

"There have been hundreds of years of case records for this disease, and countless laboratories have invested sky-high money to produce targeted drugs." Bo Qiao, "I checked the medicine Zhou Xuan took, and it is from the ninth line." The medicine produced by the drug manufacturing company can effectively curb the spread of the disease, but the side effects are also extremely large.”

Bo Qiao did some research before and found that the medicine contained ingredients that could make people manic and irritable.

For terminally ill patients, this medicine can only be regarded as killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred, and the gain outweighs the gain.

Song Yuhe was confused by what he heard, and asked half-understood: "Oh, sir, are you going to research a targeted drug that has no side effects?"

Bo Qiao raised his hand to gently wipe away the remaining tears from Song Yuhe's eyes, and said softly, "I can."

Song Yuhe was taken aback by Bo Qiao's self-confidence, and looked at him in surprise.

"I have been researching this drug since I took over Pucun when I was 20 years old, and I almost dropped half of Pucun in the past ten years."

Bo Qiao's normally cold eyes seemed to be filled with a river of stars at this time, with an intoxicating light: "I never fight unprepared. Within five years, Pucun's target Xiang Yao will develop it."

Song Yuhe unconsciously stared blankly.

Ever since Song Yuhe got acquainted with Bo Qiao, he never thought of taking the initiative to understand him, but he barely knew what kind of person Bo Qiao was from the labels he posted.

He is handsome, aloof, kind, and good at cooking. He doesn't like bionics, so he will give himself roses.

like him.

Other than that, Song Yuhe never dug deep into what kind of person this person was.

Song Yuhe stared straight at him, wishing he could stick to his body and get into his heart. An emotion he couldn't express filled his limbs and bones in his heart, making him a little dazed.

For so many years, Song Yuhe has never had such a big interest in anyone.

He couldn't wait to know everything about Bo Qiao.

"Why do you want to develop this medicine?" Song Yuhe approached him, half of his body almost touching his arms, but he didn't have that self-consciousness, he only knew to stare at Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao, who was pretending to be aggressive just now, suddenly choked, and instinctively wanted to back away from Song Yuhe's approach, but his heels seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move at all, and could only be forced to watch Song Yuhe leaned against him, grabbing his tie.

Bo Qiao let out a dry cough, tried to stay calm, lowered his head to meet Song Yuhe's eyes, and said, "Researching medicine is naturally to save people."

"Sir, he has such big ambitions at the age of 20." Song Yuhe admired him even more, "It's amazing."

Song Yuhe gave Bo Qiao all the reverence that Song Guanxing could not get even if he begged his grandpa to tell his grandma.

Bo Qiao choked, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

In fact, he is not as ambitious as Song Yuhe said, and at the age of 20, he has the plan to save all mankind.

He just...

Bo Qiao was silent for a while, looked down at Song Yuhe's sparkling eyes, and said softly after a while: "I came to Fu'enli on a flying boat..."

Song Yuhe looked at him curiously, as if he was very interested in everything about Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao hesitated for a moment before saying, "A terminally ill patient took revenge on the society and caused a child to fall into space..."

Song Yuhe blinked: "Then you want to make a cure?"

"Yeah." Bo Qiao had never told anyone else about his original intention of making a targeted drug for Hera syndrome, and he was inexplicably ashamed to say it in front of Song Yuhe at this time.

"At least I don't want to see this kind of tragedy happen again."

Song Yuhe was so innocent when he was young, he just wanted to see his brother, so he suffered such an innocent disaster and suffered alone for so many years.

Bo Qiao went back to think for a long time after finishing filming in Fuenli, and the image of the little child falling into space kept flashing in his mind like a shadow.

He always felt that he had to do something, after much deliberation, he decided to go back and inherit Pucun, and began to develop targeted drugs for Hera syndrome.

It was the only thing he could do.

"So you see." Bo Qiao said to Song Yuhe seriously, "I can cure terminal illnesses, but do you have a chance to cure 'brain-dead' bionics as well?"

Song Yuhe was stunned, and then realized that Bo Qiao was trying to comfort himself by beating around the bush for a long time.

Just now when he saw that the 57 that had been replaced with the Liuyin stabilizer was still a bunch of parts that could not be transformed into a human form, Song Yuhe tried to hold back and didn't cry, but now seeing Bao Qiao, the belated grievance immediately filled his heart.

He said dully, "Can you... hug me?"

Bo Qiao could see Song Yuhe's obsession with "hugging", so he didn't hold back, and directly opened his arms to hug him.

Song Yuhe was hugged for the first time, his eyes grew suddenly, and then the slow-moving emotion in his heart overwhelmed him. He suddenly jumped on the spot, put his arms on Bao Qiao's shoulders, and hooked his straight long legs Holding Bao Qiao's waist, the whole person hangs on Bao Qiao's body like a koala.

"I like you!" Song Yuhe hugged Bao Qiao's neck tightly and said loudly, "I like you, sir."

He didn't know how to express the strange emotion in his heart, so he could only vent it directly with words.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao, a 30-year-old virgin who has never been in a relationship, has never experienced this before. He resisted Song Yuhe's hug for a while and hurriedly tore him off his waist, leaving his plain white face until he left the research institute. They were still hot and red.

Song Yuhe was as warm as the sun.

The moonlight was scalded.

Song Yuhe was heartless, and quickly recovered from the breakdown of 57 that could not be repaired. Instead of sitting in the back seat, he ran to the co-pilot to fasten his seat belt, and looked eagerly at Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao pretended to be calm and started the car to rush to the hospital, not knowing how to talk to Song Yuhe.

But Song Yuhe seemed to have new fun again, asking questions non-stop.

"Sir, do you still watch movies today?"

"What movie do you like to watch?"

"Are horror movies scary?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Did he accidentally turn on Song Yuhe's incredible switch again?

Song Yuhe chattered endlessly by himself, so loud that 57 couldn't bear it anymore.

"Calm down." 57 said impatiently, "Didn't you see the disdain on this Bo's face? He doesn't want to talk to you at all."

Song Yuhe carefully recognized Bo Qiao's expression, and said suspiciously: "He doesn't dislike me, he just doesn't like to talk to people. You can see that his face is still red, and the tips of his ears are also red."

57 didn't believe any human beings, and even speculated maliciously, and said with a sneer, "He might be blushing with anger."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to temporarily stop talking, and finally arrived at the hospital safely.

Song Guanxing was waiting for Song Yuhe at the entrance of the elevator in the underground garage. When he saw a familiar car, he rushed over with his wheelchair.

The car stopped, and Song Yuhe opened the door and got down.

Song Guanxing was afraid that his leg might slip, so he hurriedly said, "Come and take a wheelchair, don't stand."

Obviously, Song Guanxing, who was always obedient and obedient, had no deterrent effect on Song Yuhe. He showed Song Guanxing a jump, and said, "My feet don't hurt. You can see that I can still jump and it's fine."

Song Guanxing's heart was about to fall apart because of his jumping, and he wished he could rush up and push him into the wheelchair.

Seeing Song Guanxing nervously insisting that he sit in a wheelchair, Song Yuhe reluctantly thought about it and said, "Just don't walk."

Song Guanxing nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, yes."

Song Yuhe tilted his head: "Understood."

Song Guanxing breathed a sigh of relief, and sent the wheelchair forward, waiting for his brother to sit.

But in the next second, Song Yuhe took a run-up backwards, and the heels of his shoes collided with the ground of the underground garage, making a crisp sound. After a few "taps", he jumped forward and jumped straight until he got out of the car. Bo Qiao's body.

Song Yuhe maintained the posture of a koala and hugged Baoqiao tightly, saying, "Sir, hug me again."

Bao Qiao who was knocked back half a step before standing still: "..."

When did Xiaomei learn to cut first and play later?

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing had no expression on his face, and tightened his fingers violently, pinching the iron wheelchair handle directly to make a few holes.