After all these years of Labelle's escape from the planet Terma, he has always lived by his only rules. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info That is the grace of dripping water can not be repaid, and the hatred of the eyes is repaid!

He lived in caution all the time, lest a small negligence would make him unrecoverable. From an obscure little eunuch to today's status, not everyone can do it. LaBelle is convinced of this.

He has been standing in the workshop of this pilot plant for half an hour, he is used to being neglected by others, and he is also used to waiting. There are some things that you can't force and you need patience to get them.

The door at the other end of the workshop was open, and Professor Wang, dressed in a white coat, walked over slowly, taking off his white coat stained with bright red blood as he walked, and handed it to his assistant. Professor Wang walked over to LaBelle and greeted him warmly, "Lord Berryman, I've kept you waiting, you know, this experiment is very dangerous, and you won't dare to use it on the human body without thousands of verifications!"

LaBelle held out his hand, though he minded. Even though Professor Wang was wearing gloves and protective gear, LaBelle could still feel the slimy blood on his hands. LaBelle was furious, and quickly threw away these nonsense thoughts, and responded, "You're welcome, it should be! I hope it didn't disturb your experiment!"

Wang Haibo quickly looked at the fat eunuch in front of him, and changed the topic and said, "Oh yes, Lord Berryman, about the limb regeneration you said, my assistant and I have already verified it. "We've already experimented on animals, and the results are remarkable, and today, my assistant is applying for a patent for this technology from the Medical Society, and in the near future, everyone will be able to enjoy the earth-shaking changes brought about by the architecture!"

LaBelle was overjoyed to hear this, and he asked: "I have also consulted with relevant medical institutions before, and about limb regeneration, the usual method is to extract stem cells from patients and build new organs through tissue culture, and then transplant them, so that there is no risk of rejection." I wonder if there will be rejection of the architecture in this regard, after all, it is not something extracted from the patient itself!" LaBelle bluntly raised his doubts.

"I'm sure you remember," Professor Wang opened the office door, let LaBelle in, and then closed the door and invited him to sit down, "I mentioned to you that the architecture is actually about extracting genes from patients, and then directly expressing the organs and tissues we need through culture, bypassing the stem cells, and this process takes place in the patient's body, and will not be transplanted again." The role of architecture is to carry it. It is a universally adaptable group macromolecule that carries the target gene directly into the lesion, and the organ tissue is directly regenerated in the patient's body!"

LaBelle nodded, "That is, the time spent cultivating outside is omitted, and the structure is directly put into the patient's body." Eun, this idea is really new!"

"It's not just novelty," Professor Wang said, rising from his seat, "I believe that in the near future, architecture will change the current face of biomedicine and expand the horizon of human beings to the genetic level." Through architecture, we will no longer be propagules of genes, but will become masters of genes!"

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Deep down, Tom reverently called out all the gods he knew, and then slowly got up from the ground and glared at the stag in front of him. By this time, Tom was pretty sure that this guy had escaped from the Academy of Sciences' pilot plant. The only thing he can do is hope that when he brings back the bucks to attack him, he will be able to breathe fire from his hands again. It seems like this happens every time my life is in danger.

The stag snorted, and a foul white gas erupted from its nostrils. The front hooves kicked the ground hard, and he stepped back and rushed towards Tom. Tom screamed and met them, and Tom grabbed the two horns of the buck. The buck slammed into the neck, and Tom's entire body flew off the ground into the air. Tom clung to it and shook his head as Tom spun in the air.

After several turns, the buck found that Tom was dead and would not let go, so he simply stopped shaking his head and slammed into a tree instead. Tom scolded, why is this beast so ruthless, he quickly let go of his hand, and was thrown to the sand and rolled for more than ten meters before stopping. Seeing that Tom had let go, the buck stopped running, turned around and rushed up again. Tom quickly got up from the ground and jumped to the side, dodging the stag's attack. The blow missed, and the buck gasped angrily, and stomped on the ground with its front hooves.

Tom's heart was pounding, and he felt that his whole body was sore, and if he was in bed, he would not have been in such a situation of losing his strength all night. He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and looked at his hands, which had broken out several large blood blisters due to his clenched grip on the antlers just now, some of which had broken and were bleeding. Tom raised his eyes and looked at his opponent. At the end of a round, no one got anything cheap.

The two sides rested for a few minutes, and the Bucks began to launch a second round of attacks. Tom stared with bated breath as he faced the Bucks' rampage, and all he could do was dodge left and right. As the frequency of the buck's collision increased, Tom could no longer keep up with the rhythm, and was cut by the buck's sharp antlers several times, and the blood irritated the buck even more, and its attack accelerated.

Dehydration, hunger, and blood loss make Tom exhausted and his eyes begin to spark. All of a sudden, his whole body became very heavy, and Tom tried to open his eyelids, but his vision slowly narrowed. Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain spread from his left leg to his whole body, and Tom screamed violently, and saw a burst of fire suddenly appear in his field of vision.

A blinding red glow enveloped the stag and quickly disappeared into the jungle, the smell of burning in the distance. Tom's eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

By the time he woke up, it was already dawn, and he struggled to sit up, the wound on his leg making him gasp. Carefully standing up, he found himself at the edge of the hunting ground, not knowing when. In the distance stands a green building, surrounded by vegetation that is hard to tell. That is the pilot plant of the Academy of Sciences.

Tom greeted all the eighteenth generations of the ancestors of those people in his heart, and felt unrelieved of his hatred, so he took off his pants, and happily poured a soak of urine in that direction, lifted his pants, dragged his injured leg, and moved step by step towards the direction of the road. He couldn't remember what had happened last night, and it was best if he didn't die anyway.

It was close to noon when Tom came to the edge of the road. Except for the supply vehicles of the Academy of Sciences, there are probably no other vehicles passing by. He cursed and was hesitating to go to the test plant for help, when he saw an airship slowly appear at the end of the road.

Tom waved vigorously and shouted loudly, not expecting the airship to stop, but in fact, the airship not only stopped, but out of it came a white and fat man. The man looked at Tom with wide eyes and a look of surprise on his face, and then walked over to Tom in disbelief.

The fat white man looked Tom up and down, then smiled and said, "Hitchhiking?"