A few hours, say not long, say short is not short. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info For onlookers who have nothing to do, a few hours of time, eating, watching the news, and irrigating water, this time has passed, and for the patients on the field, this time is too long, if they can, they really don't want to wait even a minute.

Time is like water, time is like a shuttle, and it is seven o'clock in the evening in a trance. Because of the lighting prepared in advance, the venue does not look gloomy.

The first person to feel on her body was Ashley, and at this time Caesar and Zhang Yang were standing beside her.

"Caesar, I'm tickled, I seem to feel something." Ashley was a little surprised, and said to the two with a smile.

"Really?" Caesar had been watching the situation unfold all the time: "Wait a little longer. ”

"Maybe not, the itch means that the damaged nerve cells in your body are repairing, and after this feeling, you should be able to try to control your hands and feet." Zhang Yang said with a smile, there is no one who knows this repair process better than him.

Ashley looked at Zhang Yang expectantly, Zhang Yang nodded noncommittally, and then Zhang Yang took NS-1 to see other cases. Zhang Yang believes that Ashley will soon be active.

"Ashley is also recovering a little faster than others because she hasn't been sick for a long time." Zhang Yang thought to himself, but he didn't stop his steps, what Zhang Yang hoped most was that all the cases had recovered, so that he could drink his share of the genetic medicine without any scruples.

"Oh my God, he's all right, he's all right, he's on his feet." "What? Who is it? "It's Hawking, Hawking is fine, he's been paralyzed for more than forty years, and he's on his feet now." "It's incredible, it's just a miracle."

The crowd seemed to be frying, Zhang Yang followed the sound to the periphery of the crowd, without the help of NS-1 to separate the crowd, as soon as the people next to him saw that Zhang Yang was coming, they immediately gave up their place to Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang could feel the complex emotions in their eyes.

There is gratitude, excitement, admiration, reverence, and a lot of positive emotions.

When Zhang Yang walked into the crowd, there were constantly voices of praise ringing in Zhang Yang's ears: "God, you are God." "It's true, it's true!" "Mr. Zhang, you are the greatest person in the world, there is no doubt about it."

The surrounding crowd was not jealous of Zhang Yang's achievements in the slightest, they all felt lucky, this was a miracle of medicine, this was Zhang Yang's miracle.

Zhang Yang smiled politely, looking at Hawking, who was surrounded by everyone, as thin as other patients, with almost no flesh on his hands, and the ugly thing to say was that he was skinny and bone, a skeleton, and even some organs in his body had problems with his perennial wheelchair life.

The Hawking in front of him did not rely on anyone, but alone, standing there quietly, standing there.

is such a simple action of standing, which makes others awe-inspired, no one knows how much strength Hawking spent to do this action, and no one knows how long Hawking waited for this day.

Maybe he saw Zhang Yang, Hawking slowly took off the equipment provided by Intel that had been installed on him for more than 40 years, he was fed up, maybe some people think Hawking is lucky, after all, after he has been paralyzed for so long, there is Intel that will provide him with this and that?

But these people did not understand the sadness in his heart: "Do you know what it is like for a person to rely on tools even to speak? Sad? Do you understand what it's like for a person who yearns for the universe in their heart, but is confined to a wheelchair for nearly a lifetime? ”

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang. Thank you, thank you. Even with a simple Mr word, a simple thank you, Hawking parroted like a clumsy tongue, and it took him a long time to finish it, but no one laughed at him, and Hawking slowly stretched out his hands, as if the movements of an ordinary person had been slowed down several times.

"Ha, no thanks." Zhang Yang smiled, greeted him, and gave Hawking a hug.

The hug between the two lasted for a long time, and Zhang Yang could also feel the weakness of Hawking's body, and he added a little strength to his hands.

Others were happy for Hawking at this time, and some people recorded this monumental moment.

"It was my happiest and luckiest day in decades." Hawking said, tears streaming down his thin face, and then said to the person next to him: "This is what it is like to be free, from today I can get out of my wheelchair, I can get rid of my illness, Mr. Zhang, you are my God." ”

"Ha, Mr. Hawking, I know you don't believe in God, and I don't. Now it's just a preliminary recovery, as for the follow-up, you can leave it to your health care practitioner. Zhang Yang casually instructed a few words, and the follow-up questions were handed over to the rehabilitation doctor, and the effect of the genetic medicine had already been reflected.

The square seemed to be turned into a rehabilitation competition, which was opened by Stephen Hawking, the king of the universe, and soon all kinds of exclamations came from all over the venue, symbolizing the recovery of one patient after another, and Zhang Yang also went around, just as Jarvis expected - everything was fine.

The effects of the genetic agent were fully exerted, and all the cases present were recovered, and although these patients were like babies in their teeth and like young people discovering something new, it was no longer important, and the accuracy of the genetic medicine was verified.

Zhang Yang didn't look any further, returned to the center of the venue, didn't say anything at first, but some patients couldn't help it, walked in front of Zhang Yang, and then knelt in front of Zhang Yang in an extremely pious posture: "Mr. Zhang, I know what the etiquette of respect in the East is, you are my God, please accept my worship." ”

Zhang Yang's face stiffened, looking at the person in front of him who could be Zhang Yang's father at this age, kneeling, and then preparing to worship him, this is about to die, Zhang Yang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, this is really not good.

But he slowly but firmly pushed Zhang Yang's arm away and insisted on bowing to Zhang Yang.

The etiquette of the East, the God of the West, seems incomparably strange.

"Mr. Zhang, I am sincere, no one can make me kneel, and no one can stop me, it is you who gave me light in the darkness, you are my God."

Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, this person returned to his position after worshipping, kicked his wheelchair aside, (of course, he didn't have the strength yet, let his companion help) and then sat straight on the ground, maybe he didn't want to see this guy who affected his mood again, even if he had been with him for so many years.

Zhang Yang had the opportunity to speak: "Well, it's been about four hours, and now everyone is almost fine." Of course, I'm not God. ”

"No, you are." This was the thought of many patients, but it did not interrupt Zhang Yang's words.

"The work of rehabilitation training will be left to you, and if you have any questions from media friends, please ask as soon as possible, but I will only answer three questions."

Stephen Hawking Ashley has regained her composure, and everyone has an irrepressible smile on their faces, but when Zhang Yang spoke, the whole venue seemed extremely quiet, even if Inuchu Jiro's face was now the color of pig liver, he also maintained basic quiet.

The reporter who was drawn quickly raised a question to Zhang Yang, but this reporter happened to be the one who had just interviewed Inuchu Erlang, just now he broadcast the interview with Inuzhong Erlang live, which affected the ratings, and was scolded by the leader, this time he simply pulled Inuzhong Erlang in.

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I am a Sina reporter, I just interviewed Mr. Inakajiro of Kyoto University, he thinks that it is impossible to solve the problem of ALS people by taking medicine, I don't know what is the principle of Mr. Zhang's solution to ALS?"

Then the reporter's camera switched back and forth between Zhang Yang and Inuakajiro in a timely manner, and the two formed a clear contrast, one seemed to be calm and light, and the matter was under control, while the other was as dark as water and indescribably gloomy.

"Oh, that shows that Mr. Dog's concept is still very backward, heh, the principle is very simple, it is solved through the genetic level, and there is no hard and fast rule that genetic medicine cannot be drunk." Zhang Yang shook his head, and a huh popped out of his nose, which made Inuchu Jiro's face turn blue and terrifying. (To be continued.) )