The old lady of the Fang family, known as "Fang Bancheng", fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, and this news quickly attracted the attention of many media.

Everyone is speculating, will Old Lady Fang survive this time? After all, the old man was one hundred and fourteen years old. The media has begun to recall the life of Mrs. Fang, thinking if they can gain something from it.

If Old Lady Fang can't survive this time, then where will the Fang family go in the future? Will there be a drama of wealthy families competing for property? Can the legendary Fang Yi, the "appointed" successor of Old Lady Fang, really succeed smoothly? Those two young cousins will be willing to ......

The media has even conceived a number of bloody stories for this, waiting for the slightest clue to shine.

Of course, now that medical technology has been very developed, Mrs. Fang may only be admitted to the hospital to replace a certain organ, recuperate for a period of time, and live in good health for many years after being discharged from the hospital. After all, the Fang family has money, and sometimes, money can buy lives.

Therefore, the media, whose sense of smell is more sensitive than a fly, surrounded the hospital, hoping to know what is the situation of Mrs. Fang now? What treatment options are you going to use? What is the probability of a cure?

However, they were soon disappointed.

Renhe Hospital is very well managed, and they were all invited out quickly. A few flexible media people pretended to be patients to enter the hospital, but they found that the doctors and nurses here did not know anything about Mrs. Fang.

Because Mrs. Fang lived in a medical research institute.

The access control of the institute is strict, and the staff usually have to swipe their work cards and face recognition when they go to work. As for others, it is a no-no-go. If you invite guests, you must sign by the department leader and be accompanied by a special person before entering.

In fact, not to mention these people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, even the descendants of the Fang family only went in collectively once, stood in the old lady Fang's ward for less than ten minutes, said hello, and left Fang Yi (Miyi) to accompany the old lady Fang, and everyone else was invited out.

Then they went home in trepidation. They don't know the questions in front of them. They had to wait at home, looking forward to it, and only they knew what they were looking forward to.

Mi Yi stayed in the ward and chatted with the old lady.

Old lady Fang was lying there, looking a little haggard, but she was still in good spirits. The grandparents chatted for a while, and a nursing robot delivered a nutritious meal.

"Come, eat a little with grandpa, it's not interesting to eat alone." Old Lady Fang looked at her grandson with a smile, and spoke in a tone like a child.

Mi Yi did not refuse. Although it is a nutritious meal, it looks exquisite.

He ate two pieces of stewed short ribs, drank a bowl of cordyceps scallop soup, touched his stomach comfortably, felt a little sleepy, his eyelids couldn't stop fighting, and his head was a little dizzy. "Grandpa, I'm a little sleepy."

"If you're sleepy, get some sleep first." Old Lady Fang looked at him lovingly.

Mi Yi nodded, and then fell asleep on the side of Old Lady Fang's bed.

Old Madam Fang reached out and pressed a button on the bedside.

After a while, Professor Chen and Xu Weinan came in with a nursing robot.

"Old lady, are you ready? When you're ready, let's get started. Professor Chen asked the nursing robot to carry Mi Yi to a wheelchair and push her out.

Old Lady Fang nodded solemnly, her expression solemn and excited, like a soldier who was about to go on an expedition.

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In the operating room, where there was no operating table, no surgical equipment, only a set of computers and display screens, Xu Weinan stood in front of the computer, looking at all kinds of charts, fluctuating lines, and beating numbers on the two display screens in front of him.

Professor Chen, who was next to him, looked at the other large display screen, which showed the scene on the other side of the wall.

It's still that white three-dimensional space. There are no windows.

Two beds were connected side by side on one wall, both of which seemed to be lying on them, but they were covered by a white arched cover, making it impossible to see clearly. Several mechanical arms are also sticking out of the wall, waiting for instructions.

"Let's get started!" After speaking, Professor Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip. Maybe the air in this room was too dry, and he felt a little dry in his mouth.

He looked at Xu Weinan, who was calm beside him, and thought to himself, this kid was more calm than himself.

Xu Weinan's fingers expertly entered a series of instructions on the keyboard.

"5% Transferred...... Pulse, blood pressure, breathing, everything is normal......"

"10% complete...... Pulse, blood pressure, breathing, everything is normal......"

Listening to the monotonous and varied computer voice, Professor Chen felt a little sleepy. Recently, I have been working too much overtime in a row, and my body is overdrawn, probably because I am also old and have no energy. When you're done today, you should give yourself a few days off.

Professor Chen shook his head, trying to shake the drowsiness out of his body.

"50% complete...... Pulse, blood pressure, breathing, everything is normal......"

"The original physical consciousness response gradually weakened...... Very smooth......"

Very good, everything went well, Professor Chen nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and the person began to shake.

"Teacher," Xu Weinan next to him saw it and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him.

"Teacher." Xu Weinan screamed softly again.

Professor Chan did not answer, nor did he open his eyes, but let out a slight snoring sound.

Xu Weinan had no choice but to help Professor Chen into a wheelchair in the back and carefully adjust his posture to make him sleep as comfortably as possible.

Then he went back to the computer and continued typing instructions.

"80% of the transmission is complete...... Pulse, blood pressure, breathing, everything is normal......"

"100% transmitted. The original physical brain consciousness response disappears, the pulse, blood pressure, breathing, everything is normal, and the transmission ends......" The charts, lines, and numbers on the display screen are quiet.

Xu Weinan turned around, looked at Professor Chen, who was sleeping soundly, and then entered a new series of instructions.

The charts, lines, and numbers on the display begin to change and jump again.

After some time—maybe a long time, maybe not a long time, but not long—I finally heard a report from the computer again:

"Transmission complete, 100% confirmed."

After Xu Weinan finished the last instruction, he turned off the computer. He got up and pushed Professor Chen out of the room.

Came to the corridor, pressed a few numbers on the cipher on the wall, and scanned the fingerprints, the wall cracked a crack, and then began to move, a door appeared, Xu Weinan pushed Professor Chen in, and the door closed behind him.

He put Professor Chen's wheelchair on the side, settled it, went to the bedside, and pressed the button.

The two white covers were opened, and I saw Old Lady Fang and Fang Yi (Miyi) lying peacefully on the bed.

"Get up, I know you're awake." Xu Weinan said to the person on one of the beds, his voice indifferent.

"If I don't know about spring sleep, won't I be able to sleep for a while?" Miyi opened her eyes, sat up lazily from the bed, and stretched exaggeratedly.