"Stay safe or."

Zhang Wenwen replied vaguely: "I know, I know, there will be no problem, I just went to meet a middleman." ”

"The middleman?"

Hearing Zhang Wenwen say this, Mu Chun felt more and more that he was getting involved in something that was not so legal.

That's what worries him the most, doctors are sometimes so close to illegality.

"Yes, I'll come back and tell you."

Zhang Wenwen hung up the phone, Mu Chun trotted up again, and ran towards Huayuanqiao Hospital.

It took Jiang Feng two days to get all the identification-related proofs, hide everything and finally find his source of funds, and set up many obstacles to ensure that no one could know where he was now.

Thailand, Bangkok Suvarnabhumi International Airport. The last flight of the night, landed on the airport runway at 11:59.

The slender and sweet-looking stewardess pushed Jiang Feng's wheelchair through the VIP passage, and as Jiang Feng had planned, no one else would appear in the passage at the same time.

"It's strange that this time in first class you thought the guests were on board."

The flight attendant spoke to Jiang Feng gently in English.

Jiang Feng was wearing a dark blue mask, sunglasses, and a hat, and his face was not visible at all.

"When we get to the front, you'll need to take off your mask and eyes temporarily."

The flight attendant kindly reminded.

This is also one of Jiang Feng's most troublesome places, he can operate virtual passengers, so that no one else bothers him in the first class cabin of this flight, but when he leaves the airport, he still has to take off his mask.

More nervous than Jiang Feng were Dr. Brown and Zhang Wenwen, who were waiting at the pick-up gate.

Zhang Wenwen was also wearing a mask, but Dr. Brown was calm, because he had left Stanford Medical Center to take care of patients in the southeast.

Zhang Wenwen was introduced to Dr. Brown by his teacher, and the work of this doctor made Zhang Wenwen not close his eyes all night.

Could it be that there really is such an operation in this world?

Lewis, a neurology professor at Harvard, told Wenwen Zhang that the first patient he met after receiving tenure was a BIID patient, Lewis said, "He told me in a low and sad tone, 'I only have the upper half of my body, and the lower half is superfluous.'" ’

It was the first time I had encountered such a patient, and I didn't know what to say for almost a few seconds.

The patient's father, a cleaner at our school, asked me to help see his son one day, full of concern, who was reluctant to get up from his wheelchair.

It was the first time I had seen a real BIID patient, and like those curious doctors, I wanted to do many, many experiments on him to help me understand how the disease actually happened and what it looked like in the brain.

For each of us, having a body, having its senses, and its parts is fundamental to one's sense of self. At the same time, the brain creates a model that creates a representation of the environment in which the body exists. Embedded in it is a model of the human self: a representation of the organism itself, whose role is to regulate the interaction of the organism with its environment and to keep the organism functioning optimally.

But it's clear that the brain of a person with BIID doesn't want to regulate a certain part of the body.

You may be familiar with the phantom limb, in the brain map, those limbs that have been lost in the body are not lost, complete or incomplete, or have changed in the brain map, so they can always have a perception of the lost limb, and perceive the pain.

Even some people with inherently unsound limbs can experience phantom limbs.

Using functional magnetic resonance imaging and transcranial magnetic stimulation, it was found that phantom limbs that were acquired or born with parts of the limb missing were alive but not present. In particular, it is representative of those who are born without part of the body, although the limbs are not actually developed, but the brain still has a map of these missing body parts.

On the contrary, in patients with BIID, the phenomenon is completely reversed, and the limbs of patients with BIID are present, but not alive. The body is fully developed, but the representations in the brain are somehow incomplete, and the map of the limbs in the brain is destroyed.

Many of these patients show very strange hobbies, like broken things, broken robots, portraits and photos of disabled people, and even want to associate with disabled women.

It's a bit like the [Half-Faced Man] in science fiction, they are more and more perfect because they lack some normal people's limbs, Venus with a broken arm, a beautiful girl with one eye missing, and the most beautiful existence in Biid patients. ”

Zhang Wenwen returned to Harvard this time, paid a special visit to Lewis, and explained Gu Yiping's case to the teacher in detail.

Lewis sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that your psychosomatic department there has developed to such a level, and it is really unexpected that a doctor in the psychosomatic department can judge BIID." ”

"Teacher, our medical technology level is getting stronger and stronger, and I am very confident, but I still think that BIID does not belong to the category of psychosomatics, but should belong to the field of neurology, so I came here to ask you about the treatment methods for patients here, except that I mean in addition to surgery, are some of the treatments in the psychosomatic department feasible?"

"You mean the method of psychology?"

"Ah, that's right, the psychological method, very good word."

Zhang Wenwen was a little pleased, he felt that Mu Chun would definitely like this word.

"Psychology is developing very rapidly, of course, the average person still can't tell the difference between neurology, psychiatry and psychology, including Kyoshima, there may still be many hospitals in Asia that will open psychiatry and psychosomatic departments, in fact, there are still many non-hospital psychotherapy centers are slowly starting, and the whole world is getting better."

Lewis said very optimistic, but his expression was not optimistic at all.

"But now that there seem to be more and more psychosomatic patients or patients in need of psychotherapy, what kind of period has mankind entered? Generalized irritability, restlessness, excessive stress, and inexplicable symptoms. ”

Lewis, whose hair was almost white, patted Zhang Wenwen's shoulder, Lewis's height was ten centimeters shorter than Zhang Wenwen, but when he patted it like this, Zhang Wenwen felt that he was still immature and had no seedlings at all, after reading so many years of books and working in the hospital for a few years, he still knew very little.

"Maybe it's the need of human beings that will urge rapid progress in this field." Lewis's words were still optimistic, but serious.