Albert Rutgers sits at his desk, stacked with a mountain of texts on one side and a laptop on the other, as he has been working all day and night reviewing records of treatment for schizophrenia and mental illness.

In the history of human physiology and medical research, the human brain and consciousness have always been a huge unsolved proposition, ancient Greek philosophers and medieval theologians have different interpretations of the mind and soul, in the long history of human scientific development, many mathematicians, physicists, and even writers and poets have discussed similar problems, but the depth of consciousness and memory is really not something that anyone can perceive, even in the twenty-first century before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, Humans have mastered medical technology that goes deep into the cell, and the brain is still an abyss for the scientific community.

The medical community's understanding of the human brain is still extremely limited, and brain science has just emerged in the early 21st century, and before there is time to do anything to produce any achievements, the doomsday virus has destroyed the entire human society, and related research has to be completely stopped.

Due to the apocalyptic virus catastrophe, there are very few relevant materials left today, and most of the physical texts and books have been lost in the chaos or used as fuel for fires, and Albert Rutgers has rummaged through the college library's collections, and there are few useful materials.

The old professor typed the most extensive keywords into the search engine, such as "memory", "life science" and "brain research", and a big red window popped up on the computer screen, with orange borders and two large lanterns hanging from the computer screen.

The old man was taken aback and said which paper is this, why is it so unserious?

Immediately after that, the window pulled down a large banner from top to bottom, and a few conspicuous Chinese characters: Improve memory, use Life One!

It took the old professor half a minute to figure out that this "Life No. 1" was a copycat health care product produced by a Chinese manufacturer.

Damn it...... Human society has been destroyed, and junk medical advertisements are still there.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the college, after all, the college is not a brain science research institution, relevant cutting-edge research papers are generally stored in the database of academic institutions, and the internal circulation between universities and research institutes is not open to the general public, the Shanghai Naval Military Academy may have the right to enter those professional journal networks before the outbreak of the doomsday virus, but now the entire Internet has completely collapsed, and Albert can no longer access the databases he wants to go to.

The treatment of mental illness has always been a difficult problem, in the past, the medical profession was quite rough in the treatment of mental patients, either directly using surgery, removing the frontal lobe of the patient's brain, or using medication, but most of those drugs are tranquilizers or hormone suppressants, by inhibiting the secretion of certain hormones in the brain to achieve the purpose of forcing the patient to obey, whether it is surgery or drugs, will eventually cause irreversible damage to the patient's brain.

Albert couldn't do the same with John Jones, he was a psychologist, and he believed that psychological problems had to be solved by psychological means.

Both of John Jones' personalities are stable, and Albert hopes to elicit his third personality...... The Courier, the Academy's higher-ups take the Courier's existence very seriously, and ask Albert to reappear with that personality no matter what.

The old man closed the tome in his hand and sighed, he was old, and sitting for a long time would cause spinal disease and a herniated disc in his lumbar back.

He glanced back at the wall behind him, where John Jones was sleeping in the next hospital room, a sloth personality that slept eighteen hours a day.

He originally thought that when Mr. Zhao Gao returned to the academy, the mystery of John Jones's messenger's personality would be solved, but unfortunately, Zhao Gao's life and death were uncertain, and the most important clue was interrupted.

The old man had a little headache and was about to get up and drink saliva.

There was a slight scraping sound outside the door, followed by a "click" sound from the doorknob.

Albert could hear that someone was trying to open the door, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the wall clock, at half past six in the morning, who would be here at this time?

His office is on the fourth floor of the hospital, and the general wards are on the first and second floors below, so not many people usually come here.

"John? Is that you, John? ”

It could only be John Jones, and there were only two of them on this floor...... Albert shook his head, that idiot, what are you doing running here without sleeping?

He poured himself a glass of water and turned to open the door.

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The girl woke up and looked up.

The room was silent, the lights were pale, the sound of ticking IVs, Lemon straightened up, and a thin blanket slipped off her back.

The girl was slightly stunned.

She didn't know when she fell asleep on the hospital bed, Lu Xun was still in a coma, during this period, Anna must have come, helped Lu Xun change the glucose infusion bottle, and helped the lemon cover with a blanket.

The girl turned her head to look at the wall clock on the wall, it was half past seven, Lemon got up and opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight came in through the window.

Lu Xun hadn't woken up yet, Lemon leaned over and tested his body temperature, his forehead was still a little hot...... Lu Xun had a low-grade fever last night, a low-grade fever for a long time is as dangerous as a high fever, Lemon remembered that he used to read in books that someone had a low-grade fever when he was a child and burned his ears to be deaf, and someone had a low-grade fever and burned his brain palsy when he was a child, and he couldn't help but worry...... Lu Xun won't burn out his brain, right? What if you burn out your brain and don't know yourself?

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead, Lemon got up to find a wet towel, she scooped up the towel in the basin and wrung it out for Lu Xun to wipe his sweat.

"Mom......" Lu Xun suddenly said softly, like a dream.

The girl was stunned, her movements stopped, and the towel stopped on the young man's face.

"Mom's ......"

Lemon blinked, a little overwhelmed, Mom? Is it calling Mom?

How old is Lu Xun now? Twenty-one? Or twenty-two? In fact, it is just a young child, and in normal times, people of this age may just have graduated from college, and have just learned to leave home, escape from the protection of their parents, and survive independently in society. The girl stared at his face in a daze, she had never stared at Lu Xun like this, she didn't dare to do this in the past, but now while Lu Xun was unconscious, Lemon suddenly felt that Lu Xun, who was asleep, was still a little childish, quiet, breathing evenly, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Why does Lu Xun call Mom? What is he dreaming about? Dreaming of his mother?

Lemon has no mother, and for as long as she can remember, the girl has lived in a small white cage, with heavily armed military police and researchers in white coats, who never see her as a human being, and Lemon has never had an important person in her life, and she reads from the book that her mother is the most important relative in everyone's life, so Lemon is a little curious...... Why did he call Mommy? What kind of person is Lu Xun's mother?

Lu Xun frowned, a muffled whimper came out of his throat, and his expression was painful.

The girl held his hand tightly...... Is it a nightmare?

"yes, I had a nightmare." Someone suddenly sighed in his ear, "This kid has been having nightmares a lot lately. ”

The sound was unfamiliar, Lemon had never heard anything like it, it was slightly mechanical, and it sounded like a computer-synthesized sound.

The girl immediately became alert, got up and looked around, she took a step back, turned off the fluorescent lamp in the ward, held the long knife leaning against the wall in her hand, and stepped forward to close the curtains, "Who is it?" ”

"Little girl, don't be nervous, don't be nervous." The man said, "Uncle, I'm not a bad person, it's the first time we've met...... I'm Lao Jia. ”