As expected, after Mr. Moss woke up, his eyes were still confused and chaotic, and he still lost his memory.
Once upon a time, the lush moss growing on his head strangely replaced the memory storage function of his brain.
Therefore, when the moss was completely cleared away, his mind was like a whiteboard erased by an eraser, empty.
Because he had no memory, the medical staff at Ankang Hospital had no idea what to call him.
After much deliberation, everyone tacitly called him Mr. Moss.
In fact, after the first peeling operation, Mr. Moss's physical condition frequently showed some unexpected conditions.
Including but not limited to, moss roots that have not been cleaned up.
During the second operation, some remaining moss roots in the corners were cunningly hidden and not discovered. After a while, they grew out again.
So, he had to undergo another removal operation.
And this was not the end. In the following days, he underwent several reconstructive surgeries.
Every operation was like groping in the dark, as doctors tried to repair the "wires" in his brain that were eroded by lichen, hoping to help him find himself again.
However, after repeated attempts, all he got in return was Mr. Moss's empty and helpless eyes. He was like a traveler trapped in a maze of amnesia, unable to find the exit and could only wander in this endless chaos. No one knew whether the future would wait for him to continue sinking in this confusion, or whether there would be a ray of light penetrating this thick haze of amnesia.
After going through this series of twists and turns, Mr. Moss accidentally got a bottle of decomposition liquid from somewhere, which was produced by the cleaning slime after it devoured the moss debris on his head.
He applied the decomposition liquid on his scalp as if possessed by a ghost. In an instant, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, and some fragmented images began to flash in his mind, like distant memories trying to break free from their confinement.
It was a lush green forest, and he seemed to be running and playing in it, but the picture disappeared in a flash.
Mr. Moss stood there in a daze, his heart full of confusion and surprise. He didn't know whether this was the dawn of memory recovery, nor did he know what impact this strange decomposition fluid would have on him, but he knew that his peaceful and confused life might be about to be broken.
He began searching for information about this decomposition fluid, but 80% of the hospital's medical staff knew nothing about it. When Lin Lin learned about it, she solemnly summoned several doctors who had previously participated in Mr. Moss's surgery to discuss the matter.
Zhao Ming frowned, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "Dean Lin, are you saying that the slime from Bubble's team cleaned up the moss that fell on the ground after Mr. Moss's surgery, and the liquid that was decomposed has a miraculous effect on Mr. Moss's memory?"
Li Xiu's eyes were full of confusion. He pushed up his glasses and said, "But if it really works, how did Mr. Moss obtain it? I remember that the liquid they produce is managed and stored in a unified manner!"
Nan Sheng's face showed concern. She whispered, "Sister Lin Lin, should we have the laboratory and the clinical department verify it again? Only use it if it's truly effective. I'm mainly worried that the liquid won't have a restorative effect, but will instead cause hallucinations."
Lin Lin frowned slightly, his expression solemn, and his eyes firmly responded, "This matter is indeed strange. No matter what, we must treat it with caution. First, arrange for the inspection department and the laboratory to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the existing samples. At the same time, investigate the whereabouts of the liquid and how Mr. Moss obtained it."
Everyone nodded, knowing full well that this matter was not to be underestimated. The laboratory quickly sprang into action, using a variety of advanced instruments and equipment to meticulously test the decomposition fluid. Meanwhile, the security department also conducted a comprehensive search throughout the hospital, attempting to find any clues as to how Mr. Moss had obtained the decomposition fluid.
While waiting for the test results, Lin Lin went to Mr. Moss's ward alone. Mr. Moss was sitting by the bed, his eyes confused but with a hint of anticipation.
Lin Lin approached him, slowed down his speech, and asked softly, "Can you recall where you got that bottle of decomposition fluid?"
Mr. Moss shook his head slowly, his eyes empty, his hands unconsciously tugging at the corner of his clothes: "I don't know either. This thing suddenly appeared in my mind. It seems like someone guided me to get it, but I can't remember who it was."
Lin Lin's doubts grew even stronger. When he returned to the conference room, the testers rushed over.
The inspector's forehead was covered in sweat, and a hint of nervousness flashed through his eyes. "Director Lin, the composition of this decomposition fluid is extremely complex. It does contain some substances that can stimulate nerves, but we can't be sure whether it can truly restore memory, and the possibility of hallucinations cannot be ruled out."
At this time, the personnel investigating the whereabouts of the liquid also made a discovery. They found some clues in a remote storage room in the hospital, which seemed to indicate that an outsider had recently sneaked in. This storage room was one of the places where items related to slime decomposition fluid were stored.
What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind all this? Is it a deliberate act by someone, or is it another unknown force at work in this strange world?
After more than half a month, Lin Lin and his team finally analyzed the various components of the decomposition agent.
In the laboratory where the lights were on all night, Lin Lin stared at the test report, and the fatigue in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise.
She breathed a sigh of relief, her voice filled with unconcealable relief: "These ingredients are harmless and actually help stimulate memory recovery."
Zhao Ming, standing by, was stunned for a moment, then a smile spread across his face, and he excitedly clenched his fists. "Great! This means there's hope for Mr. Moss to truly regain his memory."
Li Xiu nodded slightly, his lips curled up, and he pushed up his glasses, his eyes full of anticipation behind the lenses: "It seems our efforts have not been in vain. Next, we can consider formulating a detailed treatment plan."
Nan Sheng's eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands excitedly. "This is really exciting news, Sister Lin Lin, should we tell Mr. Moss right away?"
Lin Lin pondered for a moment and shook his head gently: "Don't worry, although the ingredients are harmless and beneficial, we don't know the specific mechanism of action and possible risks yet."
"Before large-scale application, we need to conduct more experiments and simulations." Upon hearing this, everyone put away their smiles and nodded solemnly. They knew that this was only the first step towards success, and there were still many challenges waiting for them to overcome.
So, they plunged into intense research again. Every experiment was like groping in the fog, wondering whether they could finally solve the mystery of Mr. Moss's memory and let him return to normal life.
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