Sasha. Hopkins didn't feel the net tightening around him, and even though he had been called the Messiah, he, like all ordinary human beings, thought that such days would continue (at least for a while) — he had three years of integrated liberal arts and sciences and four years of medical school courses, and at least five to eight years of clinical internship residency. Bisandi, who might become an attending physician before the age of thirty, had already decided to do the same profession as his father. Beelzebub had thought that he would go to study law, and that in Masojeri, only a "legal adviser" could become a confidant of Don as a man with his surname, but Sasha wanted to become a psychiatrist and a psychiatrist - if it had been twenty years ago, this would not have worked, the people of Poseidon Island did not need a psychiatrist, they had alcohol, guns and women, but now, as Masoye was gradually moving towards a legitimate business, it was important to have a key person who could connect with the upper echelons in the future.

And sprinkle sand. Hopkins promised that he would marry the daughter of a Poseidon Islander, and Beelzebub. Bisandi does a brother-in-law.

Their children will grow up in a tolerant, affluent, sunny environment, carefree little cubs who can live freely and stupidly, thinking that murder, robbery, rape and fraud are just a piece of news in the newspapers and on television.

Perhaps they would have been surprised how their father and grandfather were so good at using guns and knives.

Thinking so, Beelzebub. Bisandi smiled heartily, sat down beside Sasha, and simply rinsed his hair with only the mineral water in the bottle. His hair was black, thick, curly, and had a metallic texture when wet, like a circle of titanium steel wool balls, in comparison. His friend's hair was much thinner, and Sasha had started to grow it again in his last year at Grande, and now his hair could touch his earlobes, and the wind blew through the field, blowing his hair, and golden waves of water flowing in the sun. It's so beautiful that you want to touch it when you look at it.

Never reserved for his brother Beelzebub, he took off his gloves without hesitation and touched Sasha's hair, thinking that he would touch a soft kitten. The real feeling is like touching a big cat, a leopard or a tiger, the fur on its body looks soft, but in fact it is pointy, harder than expected, and a little hot from the sun.

(This, writing here, suddenly remembered "stroking the dog's head but smiling"...... If there are adults who are out of the drama because of this sentence, I'm sorry. ）

Beelzebub, who stroked the dog's head, grinned. It rained for several days in Manchester in February, and it was a pleasure to be able to get up close and personal with your brother on such a sunny day.

"Oh, yes." "When?" he asked. ”

"Next Wednesday," Sasha said reproachfully, "on the same day as you." "That's why he can't come to the game.

"You know I'm not sensitive to numbers."

"It's not a matter of whether you're sensitive to numbers." Sasha said.

Beelzebub looked away and pretended not to see, "Visit for a day? ”

"We may have to walk through the whole hospital," says Sasha, "and we can see some of the lab results in practice." ”

"Transplanting the ears of a white mouse into a human?"

"They did that twenty years ago," Sasha said, "and I think it might involve a little bit of the medical aspect of cloning — I've seen a document." But I can't tell you that this information requires a non-disclosure agreement before you can read it. ”

"So ...... can get a visitor's permit?"

"DuPont, Lore, Daley, Douglas, Carson."

Beelzebub whistled: "Sounds more like a political or financial internship group." ”

"Nothing is more expensive than life." Sasha said. As he stood up from his seat, Beelzebub's hand slipped over his head. Falling on the backrest of the plastic seat, "especially when they can save more and more lives." ”

***

Brian. DuPont wasn't actually here to visit, to be precise, he was one of the people in charge of "no accidents", Beelzebub was right, the people who were able to enter the laboratory were carefully selected, and the family behind them ensured that these children would not be exposed to public for various reasons (such as inexplicable morality, religion or a bottle of whisky) like ordinary people, after all, some of the experiments in the laboratory of Manchester Medical School have indeed approached the bottom line of human beings.

Or maybe there are some ...... A small problem that needs to be solved urgently, Bo'er. Douglas and Chitz. Carson, one who visibly abhors Sasha. Hopkins while the other enjoys and sprinkles. Every minute that Hopkins gets along.

The lab's guide, who has a surname that is quite common in the Western Continent, is called Dr. Smith by Brian, a former student and current teacher in Manchester, teaching biochemistry.

A morning of visiting the Manchester laboratory was lackluster, and although it was well-equipped in the eyes of the world, its main structure was basically no different from other medical laboratories, except for a few experimental areas that they could not see for the time being, the huge floors were divided into small squares, and the only compartments separated them were shelves full of bottles, jars and test tubes, each compartment had its own project, "boss", "manager" and experimenter, and some compartments had only one person, He is responsible for all three of these positions, some of the "bosses" are clinicians or professors in the college, while others are pure scientific researchers.

Small equipment is available in every lab, and large equipment is shared, and they are allowed access to a PCR room that is used to amplify molecules of specific DNA fragments.

"What is this?"

"DNA of an unfertilized egg from a rhesus macaque." "We combine the somatic cells of the rhesus macaque with the unfertilized eggs that have been stripped of the DNA, and the DNA of the somatic cells is used to manipulate the fertilized eggs, which are grown into embryonic cells in the lab, and we take stem cells from the early embryos — stem cells can be used to treat diabetes and spinal cord lesions — and we used to take nearly 150 eggs per batch of stem cells and put them on monkeys, no problem, okay, but on humans...... Embryos must be destroyed in order to obtain stem cells, and there are ethical and political issues involved. But we all know that it is best to be able to obtain stem cells from our cloned embryos, which have little to no fear of rejection. ”

They saw an early embryo of a rhesus macaque in the next lab, and if it could continue to divide, grow and live, it would become a second "body" – no foreign sperm DNA affected it, everything depended on it.

After a light lunch, the tour moved to Manchester Hospital, where the first patients volunteered to undergo cloned stem cell therapy were inhabited on a floor that was not accessible to unrelated persons.

Religious and environmentalists abhor the first actualization of cloning medicine, a field that defies the laws of nature and involves "gods", but religious people generally do not say anything about it, and environmentalists take action, which is where the protests of the past few days have emerged.

Avery was also surprised to see Sasha and them, sitting at the bedside of a middle-aged woman, holding her hand.

Sasha nodded to him.

"Trauma, viruses," Dr. Smith said, "can cause spinal cord lesions, which we used to treat with drugs or cell penetration repair therapy, but now we have a much better way." ”

***

A plainly dressed young woman walked into the doors of Manchester Hospital with a handbag, and the hurried people did not notice her, and the receptionist in the reception hall asked her about her origin, and she said that she had come to visit the patient, and the registrar found the patient's name on the register.

"Where's the bathroom?" The woman asked, a little embarrassed.

The registrar pointed out the location of the bathroom, and she hurried over with her bag, which was open and a large bouquet of champagne roses stretched across the mouth.

The woman walked into the cubicle of the bathroom, threw the large bouquet of champagne roses into the trash, pulled out a plastic bag, the plastic bag was a full set of nurses' outfits, including shoes, as well as business cards, masks, she quickly changed her clothes, and then lifted out the small box of the bag, this small silver box is often used by nurses to hold potions and injections, and the empty bag was stuffed into the water tank by her, so as not to alarm a nervous security guard.

She walked out, and walked in the same pace as the nurse in the hospital, and the small box was held in her arms, and when the box was opened, she reached out and took out something that looked like a small silver coin.

The woman turned her eyes to look up, to the left, to the right, and down, and the movement of her throwing "small silver coins" was so subtle that it was impossible to notice, and these "small silver coins" immediately sucked up as soon as they touched something of iron.

(To be continued) (To be continued)