The abbot asked, "Senior, the brain of this body has been completely occupied by your mind, but you can still control the medicine box, do you know why?" ”

Yuan Qingling remembered that the last time he was in Huguo Temple, he didn't dare to discuss this issue with it, and last time he confused theology with his own research, so he scared her.

"Because of what?" Yuan Qingling asked.

The cup, slowly falling on her back, she picked it up with her other hand, placed it on the table, and looked at the abbot.

The abbot said: "Because, in the place where you once lived, someone may also have your consciousness, and your consciousness is the same, but you don't know it yet." ”

Yuan Qingling thought for a moment, "You mean, my research is actually successful, right?" Did the drug I developed finally get used? ”

"Your research plan has been put on hold, and no one has been doing the same research again, at least, no one has done it publicly, because humans are smart enough." The abbot said.

"So, you're doing it privately?" Yuan Qingling asked.

The abbot's eyes were still full of love for scientific research, and his eyes burned, "That's right, I have been studying your subject since I was twenty-three years old, and I have found all the information about you, your academic papers, your codex notes, etc., everything. ”

Yuan Qingling's heart was shocked, and he looked at him fiercely, "Then do you know how my parents and family will be after I die?" ”

The abbot said: "After your death, your parents recognized a goddaughter, who is seventy or eighty percent similar to you. ”

Yuan Qingling was shocked, "Is this a coincidence?" ”

"What's more coincidental is that she is also a doctor of medicine and tried to study your subject, but she disappeared out of thin air ten years after your death, without a trace."

Yuan Qing Ling was speechless for a long time.

Finally, she slowly digested the matter and asked, "How much more do you know about me?" ”

The abbot asked, "What do you mean by the seniors?" I know a lot. ”

He didn't talk anymore.

"Tell me what you know." Yuan Qingling wanted to know what his name would be after his death.

The abbot said: "The predecessor was born in the First People's Hospital of Guangzhou, went to primary school at the age of six, skipped the fifth grade at the age of eight, took the entrance examination in the same year, and went directly to the first year of junior high school, and when he was nine years old, he went to the hospital for treatment because of his early development, and after taking medication, he came to ......menarche at the age of sixteen."

"Shut up, shut up!" The more Yuan Qingling listened, the more he didn't get into the way, and hurriedly scolded, "It's not these, you still talk about my research." ”

The abbot smiled, "Your research, as I said, no one dares to make it public, but the people who have done your research admire you as a pioneer." ”

Yuan Qingling stretched out his hand to stop, "Okay, just hear that it's okay here, and there's no need to talk about the rest." ”

The abbot looked at her, "Senior, there is one thing, if I say it, you are afraid that you will be even more frightened." ”

"What's the matter?" Yuan Qingling knew that he shouldn't ask cheaply, but he was really a little interested in seeing what else could scare him now.

"Genetic inheritance." The abbot said.

Yuan Qingling's eyebrows jumped suddenly, "You...... You mean? ”

The abbot looked at her stomach, "Didn't the seniors ever think about it?" ”

Yuan Qingling was very weak, "I don't dare to think about it." ”

The abbot smiled and said, "It's a good thing, at least, in the near future, we can see how successful your research is." ”

Yuan Qingling shouted in her heart, no, she hopes that her child is an ordinary child.

"Seniors, rest assured, judging from the dose you injected and your current stupidity, your children must not be able to do anything, just look at their future creation, after all, the father is stupid, and the mother is stupid."

Yuan Qingling still had that look of crying and laughing.

"I'm looking forward to the children's IQ, but also to the number of brain cells, and if possible, I want to see if their brain cells can have the ability to sort and regenerate." The abbot said.

Many cells in the human body can divide and regenerate, but only brain cells are highly differentiated cells and cannot be regenerated.

When a person is born, he or she determines how many brain cells can be used, and after the age of eighteen, the brain cells decrease and die every year.

Yuan Qingling's own research began with the study of neurogenesis, which was based on research that said that nerve cells can be differentiated and regenerated by stimulating neural stem cells.

However, this neurogenesis is confined to two areas: the inferior lateral ventricles and the dentate gyrus of the hippocampus.

If brain cells can divide and regenerate, it is beyond the scope of her research.

Therefore, I didn't take the abbot's words to heart.

However, I have to say that although her conversation with the abbot was thrilling, this was the area she was familiar with.

It's not a succession, it's not a dump, it's not intrigue.

Controversy in the academic world, even if it is-for-tat and sharp, will not make people tired, but will only make people more and more interested.

She was even more determined to open a medical school.

King Qi's situation is still not very optimistic, so even if it is already dark, Yuan Qingling is not easy to leave.

I can only stay here tonight.

The fifth child never came back, and was still running outside, but Xu and others passed by, came in to see Yuan Qingling, and said that the prince was thinking of her.

Yuan Qingling only has one thing to do with it, "Did he eat it?" ”

Xu Yi sighed, "Eat? I didn't have a sip of water to drink. ”

Yuan Qingling hurriedly grabbed a snack and wrapped it in oiled paper and stuffed it into Xu Yi's sleeve pocket, "If you see him, give it to him." ”

Xu Yi grabbed a few pieces by himself, stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I know." ”

After saying that, he walked away without stopping.

In the second half of the night, King Qi began to have a fever.

This can toss Yuan Qingling to death, for fear of infection.

Infusion, intramuscular injection, administration, physical cooling, four-pronged.

Finally, it was dawn and the body temperature slowly dropped.

Yuan Qingling was so tired that he rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was abolished.

Several people carried Yuan Qingling back to the side room to rest, and not long after he returned, Yu Wenhao came back.

He sat beside Yuan Qingling and guarded for a while, wanting to wait for her to wake up and say a few words, but he learned that his father was here again, and urgently summoned him over.

Yu Wenhao grabbed a dry steamed bun and ate it while walking, the steamed bun was as hard as iron, he was stunned to chew a few times and stretched his neck to swallow, almost choking to death.

This time, Father-in-law Chang accompanied him out of the palace, and the Emperor Taishang was also concerned about the matter.

Emperor Ming Yuan saw that the situation of King Qi had not improved, he was anxious and angry, and this anger was vented on Yu Wenhao's body, because after a day and a night, except for the two assassins who committed suicide, nothing else was found.

As for King Ji's Mansion, he also led people to search, except for the government soldiers, the other people in the rivers and lakes had already fled.

Emperor Ming Yuan was angry that the city gate was ordered to be sealed at the first time, how did those people escape? If not, where are the people? Since they were all searched all over the city, why didn't anyone be found?

Yuwen Hao ate a face of saliva, and was driven out by Emperor Ming Yuan to continue the search, and this time to expand the scope of the search, and asked him to lead troops to search outside the city.

This time, even the queen couldn't stand it, "Your Majesty, he's only been back for a quarter of an hour, you tell him to take a break and go again, he probably hasn't even eaten." ”

"I can't find an assassin, my official title is gone, what else do I eat?" Emperor Ming Yuan said coldly.

When Yu Wenhao heard this, his heart sank.