"Abraham Erskine, I suggest that live animal experiments be done directly, and any theoretical model must be tested in practice." A young man with a high hairline but deep eyebrow bones and three-dimensional facial features said impatiently to his experimental partner.

Erskine is a little slow, he looks like a good gentleman, and the way he addresses his companions is more casual.

"John, the basic framework of the model is still too immature, and the probability of failure to be a living body is too great at this time."

John Schmidt was even more impatient, and he chose Erskine as his experimental partner in order to get the best grades in the graduation examination, after all, Abraham Erskine was the best student in biology and genetic studies at the entire Munich University.

With a degree from the University of Munich and excellent graduation grades, I have a good hope of entering the German National Research Institute and embarking on the path planned in my heart step by step.

But this Jew is really too bad for his temper, and drags him every day to do theoretical deductions, equation calculations, and if he continues like this, he will be transferred directly to the Department of Mathematics.

John Schmidt said impatiently: "It's good to do it again if the live experiment fails, anyway, it's all mice, rabbits, how many or how many, and the data obtained from direct live operations can help the model deduce faster." ”

"There's no need for that, John, it's just a little more time and effort to do what you can do, and you don't need to be so bloody."

He still calculates the formulas slowly and methodically, compares the data, and if this topic is done well, he plans to do it as his future research direction.

On the feasibility of biological and human genetic limits and evolutionary transitions.

John Schmidt on the side stroked his hair back irritably, sat down helplessly and continued to calculate, it is not difficult to see that there is a reason for his receding hairline.

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Bedlem Psychiatric Hospital, the oldest psychiatric institution in Britain, was established in the 13th century, when people still called St. Mary's Bethlehem Hospital, later commonly known as "Bedlem".

Originally a monastery affiliated with a religious organization, the hospital was probably the first hospital in the world to admit the mentally ill, but it was also notorious for its brutal treatment of the mentally ill, so much so that the word Bedram now means "chaos" and "mental hospital" in English.

But in such a hospital where even the slightest promising psychiatrist would not succumb, Sebastian Shaw is extraordinarily at home.

His experimental treatment today is a new system of treatment that he read about in psychiatric newspapers.

According to an American doctor named Henry Cotton, psychosis is caused by an infection of an organ in the body with a "physiological lesion" that can be removed with a scalpel.

The idea was somewhat close to his philosophy, so he was going to give it a try.

"Mr. Derek Birmingham, born in 1890...... It was part of the Sixth Corps of the British Army, well! Mr. Birmingham, we were comrades in the Legion... After being discharged from the army, he often fell into a state of severe violence and bipolar disorder..."

While reading the patient's medical history, Xiao moved his hands to look through the patient's pupils and the mouth that had been plugged with an oral opener, and the patient, known as Derek Birmingham, was tightly tied to the bed frame with five belts from top to bottom, and screamed desperately, but his mouth could only keep saying "Ah... Ahh

"Dr. Henry Cotton prefers tooth extraction, well... I don't know what the direct connection is, but why not give it a try? Sebastian Shaw smiled brightly at Birmingham as if to communicate the treatment plan with the patient, and turned to pick up the pliers in the tray.

Not... Not... Yes!

Derek Birmingham's back molars had been pulled out raw, and there was some adherent bright red tissue at the root, and he shivered violently with the bed frame, and the wail that burst from his throat became especially poignant in the small room.

Xiao hurriedly observed Birmingham's state and reaction, the effect of the first severe pain should be the best, but Birmingham had no other peculiarities except for violent tremors and screams, which couldn't help but make Xiao a little disappointed, he was unwilling to continue to do "treatment", looking forward to a miracle......

After about half an hour, Xiao pushed open the door of the treatment room, while taking off his gloves, his expression was undisguised loss, the delicate three or seven points were a little messy, Birmingham behind him no longer screamed, only from the side to see the stained blood and the slight rise and fall of the chest.

Sebastian Shaw began to have some self-doubt, which was not like his usual winning, he had always hoped that his experience could be replicated, but recently when he began to actually contact the treatment of patients, he found that it was not as simple as he thought, and he thought that he must have missed something.

He once again recalled the magical awakening experience he had had, when he was really young, had just been admitted to the Cambridge School of Technology, and Xiao, who had always behaved strangely, quickly offended a group of aristocratic children in the school.

Thinking of this, he recalled that he liked to comb the middle part, tuck his coat into his pants, and go to the bathroom to wash his hands with those who didn't know how to dress.

On the pretext of inviting him to join the boys' brotherhood, they tricked him into the woods behind the academy, and while he was scrambling to find his way, they blindfolded him, and then beat him up in a frenzy.

It was the first time he had been beaten so painfully, his fists and feet rained down on his body, and he was beaten to the ground, but they still kept hitting him, kicking him, and he even choked from the spasms caused by the pain and the nausea from the heavy blow to his abdomen.

He didn't know how long he had been suffocating, but the extreme near-death feeling brought about by the pain and suffocation made him suddenly feel that a layer of enveloping his body, like a cocoon-like diaphragm, was shattered.

Xiao didn't feel any more pain, and he even wondered if those classmates were still beating him, and every blow they hit on his body seemed to inject some kind of strength into him, and that kind of power even made him feel that this kind of beating was so comfortable.

Xiao, who regurgitated his memories again, did not have pain and unwillingness on his face, but was quite complacent.

What's missing, isn't pain alone enough to change it......

Young! Suffocate! Dying!

Sebastian Shaw's mind flashed a few words one after another, and as he looked out of focus at the mirror on the washstand, he thought of the dozen or so trials of treatments he had conducted over the years, all of which had been aimed at adults of a certain age, and their response to severe pain.

He constantly recalls research on psychological and mental instability during adolescence, as well as examples of specific reactions that may occur in humans during the near-death state.

Shaw's calm self-confidence returned, and he found a new direction for research and experimentation, and with Ms. Farmer's favor for him, it should not be a problem to transfer to the adolescent psychiatric treatment department.

He pondered a more "reasonable" treatment plan, the smile on his face brightened again, wiped his hands, carefully wiped his hairstyle, and walked briskly.