A mournful shout soon rang out from one of the Ranko Corporation's research institutes, as if someone had seen a prehistoric beast, and the sound continued to echo in the empty, quiet research institute.

"Tony, don't shout!" said a female researcher unhappily, "This is the lab, not the place where you scream!"

"Come and see!" the Director's eyes were fixed on the screen, and his voice was a little sharp, making everyone's eardrums particularly uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?" said one of the researchers, pacing behind the Director with a cup of coffee.

The atmosphere here is typical of Silicon Valley, with a rich aroma of coffee in the researcher's hand, and an unbuttoned plaid shirt, with some ease and ease.

Before he could walk behind the director and see the computer screen from a narrow angle, the researcher froze.

The coffee cup was already on his lips, but he forgot to drink it, and he didn't feel the 89 degrees Celsius heat, and his eyes were staring directly at the picture on the computer screen.

After a few seconds, the researcher's hands shook a little, and then he felt the heat on his lips, and with a scream, the coffee cup fell to the ground.

The loud sound caught everyone's attention.

Why is it so messy today? Everyone felt a little strange.

"What is this!Tony!!You've made a 3D diagram of nerve conduction!" The researcher yelled, ignoring the burning pain in his lips, "Damn, you bastard, why didn't you tell us if you made such a big progress!"

When they heard the word progress, the people who were still concentrating on their work also raised their heads with a strange look in their eyes.

Even the collapse of the building would not attract their attention, but when they heard that the project was progressing, their eyes were stuck in Tony's body like knives.

"It's mail, mail. Director Tony muttered, "Oh my God, it's unbelievable!"

"Who sent it?"

"It was sent to me by CEO Jack Jones. "We shouldn't be the only unit in the company that does head nerve research. ”

As he spoke, he clicked on the video again and watched it again.

The 10-second video is not huge, but the content it shows is so rich that everyone present gathered around and watched it for half an hour.

"Other project teams have already made breakthroughs. Tony, are we going to be abandoned?" asked a female researcher, frustrated.

There is an analysis of the neural structure of the brain, which is still in a state of ignorance in the world, and there are not many effective measures.

These include regeneration through DNA repair, inactivation of neuroaxonal growth inhibitors, implantation of brain pacemakers, and hyperbaric oxygen, deep stimulation, and so on.

The United States has not been very active in the treatment of such patients, with at most some life-sustaining measures and frequent bedside calls from family members. JP was more proactive, detailing a variety of methods such as daily hourly care and deep brain stimulation.

Of the 34 patients who went to JP Osaka University Hospital in 1996 and went into a "vegetative" state one month after being injured, 21 have regained consciousness to varying degrees.

At first, medical staff thought that only 20% of "vegetative people" could regain consciousness, but the results of 7 years showed that the proportion was as high as 60%, indicating that most of them had hope of recovery.

Because research lags behind JP by a lot, the U.S.-based institute is not a major research institution under Ranco.

It must have been the breakthrough of the JP researchers!

And this means that the role of everyone in this institute is infinitely close to zero, and it is in a state where it can be abolished at any time.

I'm going to lose my job!

All researchers had a desperate thought in their minds. JP's colleagues have outpaced them so much that they have even made a 3D image of the cranial nerve bundle fluctuations.

It is beautiful, and every fluctuation seems to be the embodiment of vitality, showing in front of people.

Although it was only a short 10 seconds, after the initial surprise and exclamation, all the researchers in this institute had a terrifying delusion.

The cell phone rang, interrupting the researchers' astonishment, and the director picked up the phone in a trance.

"Tony, tell me what you saw. ”

On the phone, Jack Jones's voice was slightly cold.

"Mr. Jones, this is an unparalleled achievement, and there has been a breakthrough...... "Tony's voice trembled slightly, he understood what it all meant to the institute.

It is possible to fall from the so-called middle class once you lose your job, and countless credit cards are like black holes devouring money.

What seems like a good life is actually fragile and vulnerable, and the monster of bankruptcy is not far away, baring its fangs.

"Really?" asked Jack Jones.

"......" Tony was stunned for a moment, and he realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Tony, I'm asking you. Jack Jones said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Jones, yes, in my judgment, this study is infinitely close to being put into the clinic. Although Tony faced an endless abyss, as a technician, he still told the truth, "This is the result of the research of JP's research institute?"

Tony asked tentatively.

"Tony, after reading it, you have a general direction, do you think it is possible for you and your researchers to do it?" Jack Jones did not answer his question, but continued to ask.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Tony immediately said, "Mr. Jones, give us three days, no! 65 hours, and we will give you an answer that satisfies you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack Jones had already hung up.

Tony stared at his phone in a daze, and after a few seconds, he stood up and yelled, "Meeting!

"For the next three days, we will work overtime! No one is allowed to go home until the results of the research come out!"

The room shook slightly with his roar, and everyone immediately went into action, everyone knew that they were on the verge of the elimination of the Institute, and they had to burst out with all their enthusiasm to keep their jobs.

......

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Jack Jones looked at the dazzling picture, holding a ballpoint pen in his right hand, so hard that the creaking sound kept coming.

Damn, how is it him again!

Although the mitral valve clip was formed, Jack Jones was not satisfied with the cooperation and was under tremendous pressure.

But that damn Wu actually sent himself such a brainwave image again.

Jack Jones's keen business acumen was immediately stimulated, and if Wu had mastered the clinical approach, it would have ......

Every year, there are 150,000 new elderly patients with Alzheimer's disease in the United States!

It's a gold mine, a brand new gold mine that no one has dug up!