The strength of nanocells lies in the fact that they can be used as a scalpel to remove negative cells and as a filler to replace some of the cell functions.

Repairing injuries, as well as strengthening themselves, are only a trivial part of their vast array of functions.

What's really powerful is that it can break down all the cells in the body at will, and directly break down the excess parts into nutrients, which are consumed with metabolism.

The favorable part can be temporarily filled with nanocells and gradually grown under guidance.

This meant that Qi Shan could change the position of his body's tissues almost at will, or temporarily isolate a small part, or simply use nanocells to replicate a second heart.

None of this is impossible.

Of course, if you want to make such a complex and huge operation, there are also a large number of nanocells.

Because the units are too small, the 50,000 nanometer cells are arranged horizontally, but only the thickness of a human hair.

If you want to repair a gunshot wound, I am afraid that it will consume tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of nanocells.

With such a massive amount of consumption, it is absolutely impossible to achieve without a strong backend.

Even with Qi Shan's current power and the high-tech means at his disposal, the production line is running at full capacity, and only five billion nanometers of cells can be harvested every 24 hours.

It is too complex to be self-dividing.

Nanoparticles, on the other hand, are relatively simpler, they can be replicated freely, and they only need soil and a certain number of bases to regenerate indefinitely.

This is something that nanocells can't match.

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When it comes to old Shanghai, the first reaction is the glamorous sound of the lights, buying drunk ecstasy in the dim and ambiguous evening breeze.

There are old-fashioned trams running on the streets, and among the pedestrians are gentlemen in coats, wives in cheongsams, priests in black robes and crosses, and young masters in suits and leather shoes with classic round hats on their heads.

Advertising signs that are full of New Year's pictures can often be seen in the streets and alleys.

Most of them are painted with two beautiful women with goose egg faces, holding small animals, or simply leading two children, in a leisurely and warm atmosphere.

And the so-called smoke, which is inserted in the corner, seems to be superfluous.

Walking on the street, Qi Shan was dressed in a light white suit, looking left and right, leisurely like a young master. Behind him, two tall and strong men in suits followed suit, their eyes always vigilant in all directions, ready to pounce on them at any time to block the bullets.

The black sunglasses on the bridge of the nose are very eye-catching, and you can often see curious eyes looking at you.

Walking through the streets and alleys, listening to the jingling sound of the tram, the occasional shouting on the street, and the melodious and unclear speaker records in the distance, Qi Shan couldn't help but sigh that it was really a strong old Shanghai flavor.

Occasionally passing by an old alley and seeing the narrow alley within reach, the sense of familiarity made Qi Shan smile on his face.

There were relatively few people in the concession, and there were all high-class people in suits and leather shoes, and occasionally a few small radish heads could be seen running over in groups with schoolbags on their backs, bringing a burst of laughter.

It is now July of the third and seventh years, which happens to be a critical period in history.

With the launch of Qi Shan's casually laid out plan, the Kwantung Army has completely become a dead fish, and the Lugou Bridge Incident, which should have been launched at this time, did not make a sound at all.

Similarly, the Japanese troops stationed near SH, who lost contact with the main island, did not have the slightest intention of attacking the concession area, and they all honestly nested outside.

The situation in Shanghai is more complicated, in addition to the army, there are also marines stationed here, and the tentacles of their forces are entangled, and it may take some time to accurately locate them.

But he doesn't worry about these things, and Xiao Sa's side will naturally deal with it.

It will ensure that the Japanese side is finished, and when the Japanese high-level infiltration is completed, it may directly mobilize troops through the South Pacific development strategy and go to the Philippines to fight Britain and France.

Passing by a clearing, I saw a young student wearing glasses and a short shirt and jacket, standing on a rock, giving a speech to the crowd with an excited expression.

His voice kept waving his hands, his blood surging up, and his face was swollen red.

"Compatriots, the three northeastern provinces have fallen, 30 million Chinese sons and daughters are in dire straits, the government is weak and incompetent, so that Japanese imperialism is approaching step by step, and their unscrupulous humiliation of the Chinese bloodline, the oppressors grovel to us. This is SH, it is the SH of the Chinese people, but the Chinese people cannot come and go freely, but foreigners are powerful in our land.

The patrol house is abusive, and every day there are Chinese people who have been bullied, crying with tears in their eyes. But what is the Nanjing government doing? They are constantly compromising, and they are not doing the slightest.

Compatriots, rise up and resist, mobilize more people to march, we want to tell the people of the world that China will always be the China of the Chinese people, and will never be bullied! ……”

The impassioned words touched many people, and a large number of people below couldn't help but shout slogans to give the students who gave speeches above.

They are at the crossroads of the times, they don't know where to go, they just don't want to stay. They are neither clear nor confused, between understanding and not understanding, but they do not hesitate to throw their heads and spill their blood to forge a path that can be passed.

Qi Shan was full of emotion below, and was about to take out some money to donate to them, when a sharp whistle suddenly sounded behind him, and a small team of Indian Ah San wrapped in turbans rushed over frantically, waving batons with a wow-wow-wow.

The crowd of speakers suddenly dispersed and expertly disappeared into the narrow streets in all directions.

Qi Shan only felt that a gust of wind was blowing, and there was only a mess left in front of him, and the strange feeling in his heart was as if he had seen a clip from Stephen Chow's movie.

A vigorous anti-Japanese demonstration disappeared in this way.

As the Indian Asans disappeared in their wake, some congested streets returned to flow.

Some people seem to be particularly calm, with a familiar expression on their faces.

Others have an unconcealed indignation, as if they are resentful of the weakness of the country.

Qi Shan stroked his forehead with his hand and sighed lightly: "The blood is commendable, the courage is commendable, but the way is not used correctly, I'm afraid the path will be crooked." It is both admirable and a pity! This is probably the characteristic of the times! ”

Shaking his head, he threw the inexplicable emotions out of his mind.

After looking at the streets on both sides, I chose a jewelry company with a grand face, and walked in slowly with the manager bowing respectfully.

Looking at the dazzling array of gems on the counter, a smile appeared on the corner of Qi Shan's mouth.

Come on, the luxury money travel has officially begun!