The laboratory is located deep in the dense forest somewhere in Aomori. It is rarely visited by people and is a perfect hidden place.
It's somewhat ironic that this was all planned by Miyazaki Renya, and it was the task that Karasuma Renya had assigned to him before. Unexpectedly, he would end up building a prison cell for himself.
As soon as he arrived at the laboratory, Miyazaki Ren was taken for a full body preparation. All his hair from head to toe was shaved cleanly, including the fluffy curly hair on his head that was like a white cloud. This was a preparation only required for major surgery.
It seems they really can't wait.
His communication equipment was not taken away, but the entire laboratory was equipped with special signal jammers. The cell phone was like scrap metal in his hand and was completely useless.
After the skin preparation, Miyazaki Ren was arranged to go for an examination. This time, it was Dr. Shiraishi who examined him personally. You know, usually such an ordinary matter would not be done by a busy man like Dr. Shiraishi. Previously, the people who did the examination were the white coats under Dr. Shiraishi.
"I never thought that Dr. Bald would fall out of favor one day. How did he fall from the head of the laboratory to a handyman?" Miyazaki Ren teased. Ever since the experiments on him made progress, Dr. Shiraishi has been in charge of him. It has been more than ten years now. He does not have a good impression of Dr. Shiraishi and hates the attitude that treats him as an object rather than a human being.
Dr. Shiraishi didn't say anything, and even the confident smile that he had on his face all day long disappeared. His face became terribly gloomy.
"Tsk, why isn't Dr. Bald talking? Did I hit a sore spot?" The inspection was too boring, so Miyazaki Ren provoked again.
But Dr. Shiraishi still did not respond and continued with the examination on his own. Miyazaki Ren curled his lips, thinking it was really boring, and he stopped provoking Dr. Shiraishi.
Dr. Shiraishi has been doing research for many years, but he still has not forgotten the basics. He finished the examination quickly and just waited for the data to come out. He waved to the white coats around him, and they obediently left the examination room.
"Brandy, why did you come here? I don't believe you don't know this is a conspiracy against you." Dr. Shiraishi has British ancestry and a dangerous hairline, so he was called Dr. Bald by Miyazaki Ren. But this does not mean that he is ugly. On the contrary, he is very handsome, with a pair of upturned peach blossom eyes, and his eyes are full of affection.
At this moment, the pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes were staring at him with a cold light in them, like a hawk staring at its prey.
"I don't understand what you are saying." Miyazaki Ren admired her newly bald head through the reflective surface of the experimental equipment and replied without even looking at it.
"You are such a precious experimental subject, you should be treated more cherished, well protected, and used patiently. You are not a stupid person, why do you come here to be a useless culture dish?" Dr. Shiraishi asked step by step.
"Heh." Miyazaki Ren sneered, "As expected of you, Dr. Bald. As a scientist, it is your instinct to explore secrets. Shouldn't you solve this secret yourself?"
Although she had only been in the laboratory for a short time, through observation and a few words of communication with Dr. Shiraishi, Miyazaki Ren could roughly judge Dr. Shiraishi's current position in the laboratory.
Since Karasuma Renya colluded with the senior officials, the experimental team affiliated with the senior officials entered the laboratory. The two sides in different camps naturally had to determine who was the leader. Originally, it was possible that Dr. Shiraishi had a slight advantage with his strong abilities.
But as a science madman, Dr. Shiraishi would definitely not agree. The senior officials used themselves as culture dishes to extract cerebrospinal fluid. This was an operation of exhausting all resources. Therefore, it was not surprising that he failed in the struggle and was sent to be in charge of the inspection.
What's more, the people who are going to perform the transplant surgery this time are high-ranking officials, and they trust their original experimental team more than Karasuma Renya's men.
This is the basis for the successful implementation of the Miyazaki Ren Plan.
If Shiho Miyano's ability in biopharmaceuticals is 10, Dr. Shiraishi's level is 8 or almost 9, while the experimental teams of senior officials can only have a level of 5 to 6.
It is possible that Dr. Shiraishi could discover something wrong with his body during the experiment, but that would be impossible for the high-ranking officials in the experiment team.
Today, Dr. Shiraishi came to question Miyazaki Ren, simply to arouse his desire to survive. The two of them cooperated to escape from the laboratory and then become Dr. Shiraishi's exclusive private experimental subjects.
The fact that he provided the equipment exclusively for his experiments was not because he suddenly developed a guilty conscience. As a scientific research lunatic with no moral principles, Dr. Shiraishi had no conscience at all.
The test results came out very quickly. Dr. Shiraishi held the report with a frown on his face. The data seemed a little wrong.
The afterglow of Miyazaki Ren has never left Dr. Shiraishi. He checked the data and found that it was tampered with by him through Noah's Ark. After many calculations, there should be no problem from the data. Unexpectedly, Dr. Shiraishi was still able to find something wrong.
Before Miyazaki Ren could figure out how to interrupt Dr. Shiraishi, the door of the examination room was pushed open.
The leader was a bald-headed, pot-bellied man in a white coat. The fat on his face trembled as he moved. He looked more like a politician than a scientist. This man was none other than the leader of the senior official's scientific research team - Machi Mikami.
There was a smooth smile on Mikami Machi's face, and the air seemed to become a little greasy because of his smile.
He strode over and took the inspection data from Dr. Shiraishi. "Dr. Shiraishi, you are only responsible for the inspection now. The subsequent data and experiments have been taken over by us. You are no longer the person in charge of the laboratory. Don't interfere in other people's business."
Miyazaki Ren's nose twitched slightly, and she knew that this person must be a million miles away from Dr. Shiraishi. Dr. Shiraishi only smelled of disinfectant, but this person smelled of cologne.
As an experimenter, he actually sprayed perfume? ! Is this reasonable? Obviously it is not reasonable.
In line with the strict attitude of an experimenter, Dr. Shiraishi, although he disagreed with Machi Mikami, still reminded him, "There is something wrong with this data. We need to check it again."
In Dr. Shiraishi's heart, experiments are the most sacred things. Although he despises Machi Mikami for being stupid, he will do his best to tell him the mistakes he finds.
Unfortunately, Machi Mikami did not accept his rare kindness. After all, human beings always like to judge others by themselves. Machi Mikami himself is a cunning and treacherous person who will do anything to get to the top. Naturally, he would not believe Dr. Shiraishi's insistence on the experiment. He just thought that Dr. Shiraishi was gambling.
However, Mikami-san still looked at the data carefully. With his knowledge and experience, he naturally could not see any abnormality in the data, which made him even more annoyed.
"Okay, Dr. Shiraishi, I know you want to grab more power, but there's no need to tell such an obvious lie. There's obviously nothing wrong with the data. We're going to start the experiment next. Remember to stick to your duties, Shiraishi."
"Stupid!" Dr. Shiraishi was almost laughing at Mari Mikami's words. This was not only an insult to his character, but also an insult to his love for science. Who was he, Shiraishi, to make up such a low-level lie in order to fight for power?
Without waiting for Machi Mikami to say anything, Dr. Shiraishi strode away with an expressionless face. His white coat fluttered behind him, making a swish sound, showing his impatience and disgust. He felt that if he stayed with this kind of person for one more second, he would be infected by the stupid germs on this person.
Machika Mikami's face twitched, but he still suppressed his anger in a good-tempered manner, acting more like a qualified politician.
"Brandy, right? Hello, my name is Mikami-san. I will be responsible for your examinations and treatments from now on." Mikami-san said with a smile like Maitreya Buddha. He stretched out a hand and wanted to shake hands with Miyazaki Ren.
Miyazaki Ren looked at him and suddenly thought of Shimamoto Hirohito. They had the same body shape and the same smile. Unfortunately, Mikami Maki's kung fu was obviously not as profound as Shimamoto Hirohito's. Miyazaki Ren saw through his hypocrisy at a glance.
"I'm sorry, I just finished the examination and I can't lift my arms." Miyazaki Ren was not willing to shake hands with him. She moved her hands artificially and said weakly.
Mikami Machi's face darkened for a moment, but he quickly returned to his smiling face, so quickly that it seemed like an illusion. "It's okay. Our mission is to cure you, and we will definitely focus on your physical condition."
He naturally retracted his outstretched hand, and then continued to talk about his great achievements. "I have served high-ranking officials such as the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, descendants of Shinto... During this period, I was very popular with all the gentlemen. They received me warmly, and I..."
Listening carefully, he didn't mention any experimental results, but only talked about how he was appreciated by senior officials and how they treated him well. He spoke vividly, and although his research talent was far inferior to Dr. Shiraishi's, his eloquence was more than Dr. Shiraishi's ten top SCI papers.
Indeed, it would be more appropriate to describe them as politicians rather than experimenters.
But, you know what, the story sounded quite interesting, and Miyazaki Ren looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Mikami-san was very proud of himself. He was indeed a brat who had not had much contact with society. "...So, leave everything to me. I will heal you."
As a good subordinate who has been around many leaders and is liked by them, Miyazaki Renta knows how to gain a person's favor. "Thank you for your hard work, Master Mikami."
For general scientific researchers, the common honorifics are "Doctor", "Teacher", "Professor" and the like. However, "Mr." and "Sir" are more commonly used for officials and leaders.
Miyazaki Ren hit the sore spot of Mikami Machi as soon as he opened his mouth, which made him immediately ignore the slight embarrassment of being refused a handshake before, and nodded modestly, "It's my duty, don't worry about it."
After the greetings, Machi Mikami developed a detailed and thorough plan to improve Miyazaki Ren's physical fitness. Only if Miyazaki Ren's physical fitness, as the raw material, is better, the quality of the final product will be better.
This plan was accurate to the minute, clearly stipulating all of Miyazaki Ren's daily routines and strictly controlling his diet.
Machi Mikami has served many high-ranking officials and has a lot of experience in health preservation. Under his plan, Miyazaki Ren's physical fitness has been greatly improved.
Thinking that her body had recovered enough, Miyazaki Ren went for a second checkup.
This inspection was much more grand than the first one. The frail senior officials were supported by their assistants and stood outside the inspection room, observing Miyazaki Ren through the one-way glass. They looked at this young and energetic body with fascination.
"Mikami, when can the transplant be performed?"
Mikami Machi leaned forward, with a flattering smile on his face, like a pug, "As long as there are no unexpected results in today's examination, we can start the transplantation."
The old man's face, with wrinkles all over it, pressed tightly against the glass, staring at the person inside in a daze. That was his hope of returning to his youth. "I heard that anesthesia can affect a person's nerves, so don't use anesthesia on him during the transplant."
Even someone as shameless and bottom-line-less as Mikami Machi was shocked by the old man's words to the point that his pupils constricted. After so many days of recuperation, he already knew that Miyazaki Ren's sense of pain was many times more sensitive than that of ordinary people.
He never expected that these people were not only not satisfied with taking Miyazaki Ren's cerebrospinal fluid, but also did not even give her the last bit of peace because of a rumor whose truth or falsehood was unknown. Mikami Machi couldn't help but shudder. Compared with these high-ranking officials, he seemed to be still a human being.
Without getting an immediate response from Mikami-san, the old man shouted, "Mikami!"
Mikami Machi bowed his body even more, lowered his head even lower, and replied more respectfully, "Yes."
Inside the examination room, although Miyazaki Ren could not see what was happening outside the window, he could guess what was happening. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and thought that it would be soon. Soon they would pay the price for their greed and shamelessness.
.....
"Brandy, this examination requires a lumbar puncture, but anesthesia may affect the final test data. We need the most accurate data to dispense the medicine, so it may be troublesome for you." Mikami Machi patted Miyazaki Ren's shoulder and said, he had already begun to plan what measures to take if Miyazaki Ren did not agree.
"Okay." Miyazaki Ren agreed immediately. "When Dr. Shiraishi examined and treated me before, he couldn't use anesthesia. But could you please pick the one with the best skills for me? I'm a little afraid of pain."
As she spoke, Miyazaki Ren instinctively reached out to scratch her hair, but she reached for nothing and only felt a smooth skull. The hair had been shaved off long ago.
Mikami Machi let out a faint sigh of relief, "Don't worry, I'll come in person. You know my skills."
Miyazaki Ren's eyelids twitched, but she still managed a smile, "Then I'll leave it to you, sir."
To his surprise, Machi Mikami's skills were surprisingly good, even better than Dr. Shiraishi's. It seemed that Machi Mikami's talent lay in manual labor.
But no matter how good the technique is, it can't cover up the pain caused by the puncture. Miyazaki Ren hugged his knees, shaking with pain, and big drops of sweat soaked the surgical cloth, "It's not healed yet... Master Mikami."
The amount of cerebrospinal fluid required for surgical transplantation is much greater than that required for puncture examination. Even if Mikami Machi is skilled enough, it still takes a relatively long time.
Hearing this, Mikami-san's heart trembled, but his hand holding the huge syringe that was drawing out cerebrospinal fluid remained steady as a rock. "Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon. There are many items to be checked this time, so more cerebrospinal fluid will be needed. Just bear with the brandy."
Unlike his previous frivolous and greasy voice, Mikami-kun now speaks in a more friendly and gentle manner.
"I believe you, Dr. Mikami." Because of the pain, Brandy's voice became weaker and weaker, and the last word "Dr. Mikami" was almost inaudible.
The different title made Machi Mikami startled. Born in a remote town, he relied on his own efforts to become a doctor in a large hospital. Many years of clinical practice have honed his skills, and he once had a heart to save the world.
Many times, his patients have said to him sincerely, "I believe you, Dr. Mikami."
What brought him to where he is today?
Was his thesis stolen by his superior? Was his years of experimental results replaced by students from wealthy families? Or was he rejected every time he was promoted despite his hard work?
Until later, when he began to climb up by any means necessary, the once cruel world seemed to suddenly become gentle to him. He became the leader of a special medical team for high-ranking officials, and all his previous ideals were completely forgotten.
But today, looking at young Brandy, this friendly, gentle and polite young man who should have a bright future, the long-lost part of his heart that belonged to a doctor was touched. He also swore the Hippocratic oath.
"I'm sorry." Machi Mikami said softly. He still has a family, and his children are studying in universities abroad, which requires a lot of money. He can only feel sorry for this young man.
"It's okay." Miyazaki Ren's voice was unclear. Because of the pain, the assistant stuffed a few pieces of gauze in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue. The pain was nothing compared to what Takuma and Sosuke suffered.
When he thought of the fate of those greedy people, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Just be patient, it will be fine soon." Mikami-san comforted.
But this time he didn't get a response. Too much cerebrospinal fluid extraction and the pain caused Miyazaki Ren to fall into a coma.
The fresh cerebrospinal fluid was transplanted into the old man's body after complex processing.
The next day, Miyazaki Ren was still in a coma, but the old man was able to get out of bed and walk. His body was obviously much fuller than before. It seemed that time had really gone backwards for him!
This result shocked the entire laboratory. Time had gone back. They had really done it! Suddenly, everyone looked at Miyazaki Ren with even more passion.
The old man was indeed happy, but not satisfied. Although he was a few years younger, he was still an old man and had not really returned to his youth. He called up Mikami Buddy.
"I heard that cerebrospinal fluid is a liquid in the ventricles of the brain. Is it not pure enough when drawn from the waist? Is it not enough in quantity? Is that why the effect is not good enough? I hope you can directly open his skull and draw out his cerebrospinal fluid."
The old man's words once again refreshed Mikami Machi's worldview. When he thought these people's bottom line was low enough, he would always find that their bottom line was much lower than he imagined.
"By the way, anesthesia is not good for the brain. I don't know if it will have any impact. Let him not take anesthesia this time." The old man seemed to remember something and reminded.
Mikami Machi's throat was dry. After all, although he was pursuing power, he was not a pervert after all. He could not play with life like this. Besides, he and Brandy had been getting along very happily during this period. The heart of a doctor made it impossible for him to do anything.
He struggled, "Sir, the requirements for craniotomy are very high. If there is no anesthesia, the patient will struggle and the operation will be difficult--"
"I don't want to hear this." The old man interrupted Mikami-san. "This is a problem you need to find a way to solve. I just want the final result."
The old man was the weakest among the three, the oldest and the fastest declining in health, so he had no choice but to undergo the surgery first.
Due to limited cerebrospinal fluid, clinical trials could not be conducted. Before he did it, he had a complete gambler's mentality. Now that there are such good results, it is not excessive for him, as a pioneer, to be the first to taste the fruits of success.
The other people soon learned the results of the old man's surgery, which made them very excited. Their previous idea really worked.
Dr. Shiraishi was even more heartbroken about this. What a waste of resources! If he were allowed to do it, he would definitely be able to develop a drug that can truly restore youth. These people have not considered the future at all, and only think about the present. How short-sighted!
Vermouth has returned to the United States for some business, and now the only person accompanying Karasuma Renya is the honest and dull secretary.
"Notify Dr. Shiraishi immediately and have him intercept Brandy's cerebrospinal fluid for me!" Karasuma Renya was so excited that he could hardly breathe, he shouted the order.
The secretary lowered his head, his eyes full of hatred, but Karasuma Renya, who was too excited, didn't notice it. He replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."
Machi Mikami looked at the pale young man lying on the hospital bed and closed his eyes cruelly. Although he felt regret and self-blame in his heart, he was still a selfish person after all. All he could do now was to perform surgery as soon as possible while Brandy was still in a coma to prevent him from suffering more torture.
"Prepare for surgery!"
With the excellent skills of Yamagami Machi, the extraction of cerebrospinal fluid was completed quickly. Fortunately, Miyazaki Ren did not wake up in the middle of the process. Within just two days, two consecutive large-scale extractions of cerebrospinal fluid caused him to fall into a deeper coma.
Machi Mikami transplanted cerebrospinal fluid for the old man again. Unlike the first time when he felt relaxed and comfortable, the old man was obviously in a lot of pain after this operation.
His body temperature rose and his heart rate was much faster than that of ordinary people. Many parts of his body made "crunching" sounds, and even many parts of his body began to peel off.
Because this was the first case, Mikami didn't dare to use any medicine at will. After a day of torture, just like a snake sheds its dry skin after a long hibernation, the old man in his eighties turned into a middle-aged man in his forties!
After a series of examinations, he was found to be healthy and energetic, even stronger than many young people!
After seeing this result, other senior officials and Karasuma Renya could no longer sit still!
"I'll do it. I must be the next one!"
"You take the position of the previous cabinet official, and I'll do the surgery first!"
They exchanged interests with each other and wanted to have the surgery first. After all, Miyazaki Rento had become a complete vegetable and there was not much cerebrospinal fluid left. Having the surgery first meant more chances.
Karasuma Renya, who had control over the laboratory, had intercepted Miyazaki Ren's cerebrospinal fluid early on. While others were still arguing, he had already completed the operation. Returning to his prime, he got rid of those complicated instruments and ambitiously began to prepare to attract more forces.
In his prime, Karasuma Renya was a handsome gentleman. He was of Japanese and English descent, with deep facial features and a straight back. He was no longer old. Looking at the little cerebrospinal fluid left, he sighed, "What a pity. Brandy is the only one who can perform this miracle. It will be hard to replicate it."
The secretary stood aside obediently and did not respond. The old Karasuma Renya would like such an honest secretary. After returning to his prime, his mentality had already changed and he liked people who were sharp and enterprising.
However, since he is used to the current secretary, he cannot find a successor for the time being and needs to be trained. "Let Pisk contact the forces that are hostile to the family of the current Prime Minister for me. I want to hold an auction."
"Yes, sir." The young Karasuma Renya was more difficult to deal with than the older one. Maruyama sensed his dissatisfaction with him and could only answer more respectfully.
In the laboratory, the other two senior officials also underwent surgery, and like Karasuma Renya, they returned to their prime years.
Most ambitious people in the world have the same plan. Compared with Karasuma Renya, who has to huddle in Japan due to external forces, they have bigger ideas.
So that night, they called senior officials of a certain country one after another.
With very little cerebrospinal fluid left, Miyazaki Ren has completely become a culture dish. His body is filled with all kinds of tubes, and beside his bed are various expensive machines just to maintain his life.
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"Captain, what are you holding?" In the Metropolitan Police Department, Jinpei Matsuda looked at the package in Date Ko's hand curiously.
Today, it was rare for Yida Hang to have a meal with them in the cafeteria. From the beginning, Yida Hang couldn't stop grinning.
"It's a wedding gift that Miyazaki sent me. Didn't Natalie and I agree to get married at the end of August after watching the fireworks? Miyazaki said he probably couldn't come, so he prepared the gift in advance."
Miyazaki Ren's gifts are always thoughtful. Although Date Kou was disappointed that his good friend could not attend, he learned the reason for Miyazaki Ren's absence from Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei. As a policeman, he could naturally understand his friend's difficulties.
"Take it down quickly and let us take a look." Upon hearing this, Jinpei Matsuda was also very curious and immediately urged.
Date Kou quickly tore off the outer packaging and revealed a piece of paper inside. To be precise, it was a job contract, hiring Natalie Kuroma as a teacher at Teitan High School.
Natalie was a teacher in Hokkaido. After she married Date Kou, they knew they could not continue to live apart. It was originally planned that Natalie would come to Tokyo and slowly look for a job. Unexpectedly, Miyazaki Ren solved this problem for them.
Teitan High School is a key high school in Beika, and it is not easy to get an offer. Although Natalie is excellent, her competitors are equally excellent, so they did not set their sights on Teitan High School at the beginning. Unexpectedly, Miyazaki Ren solved this problem for them.
"This guy is quite thoughtful." Matsuda Jinpei exclaimed.
Kenji Hagiwara rubbed his temples, feeling as if he had overlooked something. Miyazaki, there was something really wrong.