Five minutes later, Dr. Hartman arrived at the tarmac.

He was followed by a group of first responders in civilian clothes, who had different responsibilities to deal with various emergencies.

"I rushed here as soon as I got the news."

Hartmann, as Arthur's attending physician, was on call at any time of the day.

His expression was solemn, "Let's introduce the situation." ”

Arthur had only been discharged from the hospital for a day, and he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing.

If there is a recurrence of multiple personalities and you may need to be re-hospitalized, then it is tricky.

Awu introduced the people beside Hartman,

"This is J4, the person in charge of this area, this is Difu, after Difu found me, I immediately contacted J4, called up the surveillance near the park, and found that my dad was in the park..."

Awu showed the surveillance footage directly to Hartman.

Arthur is shown sitting on a park bench, talking and laughing with another person, and playing a game of coin toss.

Seeing this scene, Hartman breathed a sigh of relief,

"In other words, this 'Difu' is not an illusion?"

"That's right."

The sorrow between Ah Wu's eyebrows did not dissipate, and he continued,

"According to the shape of his mouth, he pretended to be the flute, although I don't know why he did it, but it's not good news, my dad is still in the recovery stage, I'm afraid of irritating him..."

"Relax, Awu, you're too nervous."

Hartmann retracted his gaze and said with relief,

"Don't look at your father with the same eyes as you look at the patient, he is the most special one, have faith in him. There will always be uncontrolled accidents in life, but not all accidents are bad. The first priority is to find this person and ask about the situation. ”

J4, who was in a suit, nodded, "I've sent someone to find it, and soon..."

As he spoke, J4's brows suddenly arched, and his face changed sharply.

"Found him in the depths of the park, he tried to kill himself, doctor, I need support!"

Dr. Hartmann subconsciously wanted to refuse, and these medical personnel were all in the service of Mr. Arthur.

As I said before, Mr. Arthur is rich and rich.

Arthur's safety was Hartman's top priority, and everything else had to be put aside, not to mention the life of a stranger.

If Arthur's treatment goes wrong, more than one life will have to be paid.

Although science and technology are very advanced in this era, the gap between the rich and the poor still exists, and people's lives are not the same.

"Let's go to the rescue."

A voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Arthur, who was holding two cups of milk tea, came back, he drank milk tea, and said unclearly,

"Dr. Hartman, let your men go."

Dr. Hartman wanted to refuse, "But..."

"I'm right here, you can apply for a second squad to support you. If this person dies just after talking to me, whether he is a flute or not, I will be very troubled. ”

Arthur blinked and said with a smile,

"It's part of the treatment."

Having said that, Dr. Hartmann has no room to refuse.

He said a few words to the air, and immediately half of them rushed to the depths of the park to participate in the rescue.

Arthur squeezed through the crowd, came to Awu, and handed him a cup of milk tea,

"I still don't like smoking, and I don't know why your godfather likes this thing, so let's drink some healthy milk tea." …

Awu took the milk tea, took a sip and frowned,

"Too sweet, isn't it?"

He glanced down at the milk tea, and his glasses came to the conclusion through analysis, that the milk tea was added with double honey.

Honey?

When did Dad like to drink this stuff?

Awu looked at Arthur and saw that his cup was sugar-free.

Arthur drank all the milk tea and threw the paper cup into the engine.

"Son, if you meet someone who also likes to drink milk tea in the future, say hello to him for your father."

Awu felt that Dad's illness might not be completely healed.

The cognitive impairment was cured, but he became a riddler.

Hartman saw Awu's thoughts, and said helplessly, "Your father used to be a riddler..."

Arthur did not leave the park, but walked deeper to see the rescue scene.

According to Arthur, he spent all the money, so he had to see who he saved, right?

The crowd walked forward, and J4 introduced to the crowd,

"This man's name is Michael Wright, he is unemployed, he has some foundation at home, he can make a good living on interest, and he spends 90% of his time in Brave New World... As for why he pretended to be a flute, I didn't find out why. ”

After saying that, J4 glanced at the flute, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

This lucky guy escaped the catastrophe.

Michael's suicide, no matter how you look at it, is related to Arthur.

In other words, Michael saved the Fluef.

The flute realized it at the moment, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He cherished the opportunity to communicate with Mr. Arthur, but he was not willing to lose his life... If you think about it, if you can get the information you want, it's not impossible...

Thinking of this, the Flute was afraid for a while.

After walking a few steps, they came to the rescue scene.

In the makeshift operating room, more than a dozen people are busy around Michael.

In order to facilitate the understanding of Arthur and others, Dr. Hartmann quantified and visualized some physiological indicators and showed them to everyone.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Dr. Hartman pointed to a piece of data and said,

"It's too late to be rescued, he's currently nearing brain death..."

"That's not right."

Arthur frowned, looking at the data,

"If it's not even 50%, you can't save it?"

With his understanding of the technology of this era, it is not difficult for 50% of brain nerves to be saved, after all, they can directly replace nerves and cells.

"Medically, even if 100% of the cranial nerves die, they can be saved."

Dr. Hartman patiently explained,

"But what's the difference between this and cloning a person to continue living?

In the process of technological development, morality is also changing, and everyone's moral standards are different and their understanding of technology is different.

The problems brought about by differentiation cannot be constrained by a rigid law, so in terms of death rescue, the federal law fully respects the will of the individual, and the individual sets his or her own brain death threshold, which can be between 1% and 99.9999%.

As long as the threshold is exceeded, we must give up on salvage, and this is not an area where technology can be unscrupulous. ”

Arthur nodded slowly and muttered,

"Got it, Michael set it to 50%, and if the brain death reaches 50%, you're going to give up resuscitation, right?"

Dr. Hartman nodded, "Yes." ”…

Between the two words, Michael's condition has not improved, and his brain death is still improving.

In the end, his brain death percentage came to 50.00%

At this moment, all the doctors involved in the rescue stopped and looked at Michael.

Physiologically, he is still alive.

In the legal sense, he is already a futures dead man.

Dr. Hartman's face was solemn, ready to announce Michael's death and the time of his death.

A smile appeared on Arthur's face, as if he had seen something interesting.

In the next second, the numbers on the screen suddenly jumped.

49.9999%！

"Rescue now!"

Dr. Hartmann even rushed into the emergency room himself and took over the command.

Brain death statistics are not entirely accurate, and some cells thought they were dead but came back to life.

The statistical caliber has an error of about 0.0001%.

It's just that Dr. Hartman has been practicing medicine for so many years, and the error stuck on the death line is the first time I have seen it!

If Michael is allowed to die at his hands, he will face charges of manslaughter!

Murder, in this day and age, is an extremely horrific crime.

No one has the right to deprive another person of his life, and if he is convicted, he faces terrible punishment.

Fortunately, after Dr. Hartman joined, Michael's condition quickly improved, and his brain mortality rate decreased rapidly, and he was saved from the brink of death.

Taking off his gloves, Dr. Hartman wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and introduced,

"We have replaced the dead cells and nerves, and he needs to go through a series of tests to make sure he does not commit suicide again before he can talk to you, rest assured, the process will be fast."

As Dr. Hartman said, Michael quickly appeared in front of everyone.

If you get a new life.

Arthur looked at each other, and did not find anything unusual in the other party, but his temperament was completely different.

The other party exudes an aura similar to his own.

Arthur asked,

"You're not a flute, who are you?"

"Michael Wright, you can call me little Michael, Mr. Arthur."

Michael said apologetically,

"I didn't mean to deceive you, everything I said to you was true except for my name, I was a big fan of yours, and I couldn't refuse the opportunity to communicate with you when you appeared in front of me...."

According to Michael, he wanted to communicate with Arthur too much.

So, according to Arthur's words, he found out the information of the Dicte, and pretended to be the identity of the Dicte, and chatted with Arthur for a long time.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A false alarm.

Arthur asked another question, which everyone was concerned about, but did not dare to ask.

"Why suicide?"

Arthur stared at Michael and said in a questioning tone,

"Especially after talking to me, you know that if you do this, you will get me into a lot of trouble."

After a conversation, Michael committed suicide directly near the park, and what kind of impact will this matter have on Arthur's reputation?

"Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! ”

Michael nodded repeatedly, with a flattering expression, and explained,

"I came to this park to commit suicide, please don't get me wrong, I'm just lost in life, since I was born, I don't have to worry about anything, even entertainment, there is a brave new world. …

This kind of life without any regrets is empty, I have lost all my goals, and my whole person sinks in nothingness.

If you don't believe me, you can check that the things I used to commit suicide were all purchased in advance..."

J4 corroborates his claim that the park's suicide rate has always been high.

Most people spend their time in Brave New World in addition to work.

There is a reason why people appear outside.

Especially in places like parks, it is suitable for lonely deaths.

"I see..."

Arthur touched his chin and suddenly realized,

"So now, do you still want to die, I warn you, if you commit suicide now, you have to compensate me for the cost of the rescue just now!"

Hearing these familiar words, a smile appeared on Awu's face, this was the Arthur he was familiar with.

"No, no, no!"

Michael shook his head frantically and said sincerely,

"This experience alone is worth remembering for ten years, no, twenty years!"

Obviously, this suicide and rescue brought waves to his peaceful life and ignited a new one.

"That's good..."

Arthur took a coin out of his pocket and showed it to Michael in front of everyone.

"Remember this coin, we played a game."

Michael arched his brows, thought hard, and finally could only shake his head in aion,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arthur, they replaced some of my brain cells, I think this memory is lost."

"It's okay, this game is simple."

Arthur showed Michael both sides of the coin.

On the front, there is a building that looks like a paradise.

On the other hand, it looks like the headquarters of an organization.

"Our game isn't over yet, it was you who tossed a coin before, I guess it's pros and cons, and now it's time to change it."

The coin swirled between Arthur, and Arthur asked,

"Are you right against?"

"Mr. Arthur, right or wrong, only 50% correct, there is a 100% correct answer to this question."

Michael squinted and smiled,

"After the coin is tossed, it's still a coin."

The coins on his fingertips stopped, and Arthur looked at each other,

"Interesting answer."

Pros and cons are two-sided, but the two sides are one.

Just like Paradise Lost and the Resistance, many people are members of Paradise Lost and members of the Resistance, and even they themselves can't tell where they really belong to.

Michael added,

"If you have to distinguish between positive and negative, I think it should be negative first and then positive."

"Got it."

Arthur put away the coin and was about to turn away.

That's enough for the conversation.

What he should have done has been done.

"Wait!"

Michael called out to Arthur, his face embarrassed,

"That's... Mr. Arthur... That dollar... It's mine. ”

Arthur's smile froze instantly, and the good mood of picking up money was gone,

"Do you care so much about a dollar? It's really slamming the door. ”

With that, Arthur reluctantly returned the dollar to Michael.

said that others were slamming the door, but he was reluctant to give up on a dollar.

Before leaving, Arthur did not forget to throw down the cruel words,

"You'll regret it!"

A smile similar to Arthur's appeared on Michael's face, breathing in the air of freedom and reminiscing about the feeling of being reborn.

It's a wonderful feeling.

And got a dollar back from that guy, which was even more wonderful.

Earn a piece for yourself, lose a piece for the other party, and double the happiness!

It's a pity that Michael's happiness didn't last long.

He regretted it.

J4 appeared in front of him and issued a ticket,

"Mr. Michael, we received a report that you vandalized public property, the bench you sat on, and you need to be fined 2000... Yes, this coin will also be confiscated, what, you said that you destroyed public property at Arthur's behest? Do you have any evidence, as we understand it, your memory is not very reliable and cannot be used as evidence. Yes, the whistleblower is indeed Arthur, and 50% of your fine will be given to Mr. Arthur as a reward... What? You want to report Mr. Arthur?"

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