Chapter 45 Uncle is a gift~
After Xiao Zhai's video documenting her grandmother's Alzheimer's disease went viral, the elderly woman's attending physician, with the family's consent, uploaded the patient's examination reports and brain scan comparison images to an internal medical forum.
The report clearly states that after the patient ate the memory bread for a period of time, a structural reversal of cognitive function occurred.
The brain scan comparison clearly shows the changes, with the hippocampus and cortical connections lighting up again, indicating that the stolen memory palace is being rebuilt.
This gave hope to medical experts who have spent their lives trying to conquer Alzheimer's disease.
They found it unbelievable, yet were eager to find out the truth, which is why they couldn't hide their excitement and came to visit.
After Qi Youyu finished disciplining the kitten and pig, she pulled Yan Xingli to work in the kitchen, while outside the transparent glass door, elderly men and women waited expectantly.
"Director Zheng, we'd like to see the bread-making process. Is that convenient?"
The speaker was Dean Chen, a living fossil in the field of neuroscience who had devoted half his life to researching Alzheimer's disease.
Zheng Shoucheng: "I'll go ask the child."
Zheng Shoucheng was called in temporarily to take charge of the overall situation, and he did not expect that the small bread made by Yu Yu would cause such a sensation.
He gently opened the door and went inside to ask Yu Yu what she wanted.
The glass door was very soundproof, so no one could hear what they were saying. They could only see the child, wearing an apron and standing on a small ladder, with shining eyes, quickly untying the apron.
"Alright, come in."
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime," the child said casually, standing on the escalator.
"Grandpa and Grandma, I'll teach you how to make bread. So when you have a sweet tooth, you can make it at home yourself, okay?"
It was like a pillow being delivered just when you're sleepy; everyone couldn't be more pleased.
Fish happily gave up her seat, standing with her hands on her hips like a little leader:
"Grandpa with sesame flavor, you add water; Grandpa with candied hawthorn flavor, you knead the dough; Grandpa with orange flavor, you peel the orange."
There were also grandmas with blueberry flavor and grandmas with broccoli flavor. The children assigned tasks to each adult based on the color of their clothing.
Some people were washing the fruit, while others were kneading the dough.
Seeing this, the students of the big shots could no longer sit still and eagerly vied for the job.
The kitchen was so crowded that there was no room to stand. Yan Xingli, the boss's personal assistant, was honorably laid off. He swallowed hard and stared blankly at the group of big shots who were seriously learning to make bread with the children, their cold sweat pouring down their faces.
Would it be better to let a bunch of old babies from different countries do the work...?
Wow, I saw my dad's attending physician!
[The director of the First People's Hospital of S City... so everyone's really here for the memory bread.]
Wow, this is way more reliable than any of those debunking bloggers!! I'm staying here today, determined to get to the bottom of this!
Each step of the process is similar to that of a typical dessert shop, and everyone focuses their attention on the ingredients.
Qi Youyu rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a glass bottle filled with amber liquid. She shook it vigorously up and down, and the bubbles rose and collided, instantly turning the liquid as clear as water.
Yu Yu stood on tiptoe and raised her little hand high: "Grandpa Candied Hawthorn, add a little of this to the dough after you've kneaded it."
Grandpa Candied Hawthorn wiped his hands and took the glass bottle: "Little Fish, what's this?"
"Brain nutrients."
The child triggered the keywords, and all the medical experts paused in their work.
Grandpa Candied Hawthorn unconsciously pondered the key words, his gaze shifting between the fish and the glass bottle.
"Little friend, what are the ingredients in this brain supplement? Is there an instruction manual? Could you let Grandpa take a look?"
"There were no instructions." Yu Yu scratched her face and honestly said, "I can't write."
Dean Chen sensed something unusual and swiftly stepped forward to take the brain nutrient solution from his friend.
Before her friend could react, she quickly asked, "Little Fish, do you put brain supplements in your memory bread every time you make it?"
"Yes, yes." Since someone asked, the child didn't hide anything. "Grandpa, it's the secret to the memory bread."
[Oh, I see! That explains why a loaf of bread could have such amazing effects.]
[YuYu used to stream herself making memory bread, how come I never noticed she added this brain supplement before?]
[Brain supplement...hmm, that sounds like the name of a health supplement.]
Dean Chen hurriedly asked, "Can we buy the nutritional supplements?"
Qi Youyu was stunned for a moment, her reaction was unexpected. She shook her head with a straight face: "No, I won't sell it."
Dean Chen, who was eager to take the nutrient solution back for research, couldn't help but feel disappointed and anxious.
Yan Xingli squeezed in from outside with difficulty: "It's like this, without it, the memory bread is just ordinary bread. My child has been busy for so long, and his original intention was to treat everyone to bread. Let's talk about other things after we finish eating the bread."
Taking advantage of Dean Chen's relaxed vigilance, Grandpa Tanghulu suddenly took the nutrient solution back from his hand.
That was close; we almost lost the sample.
Yan Xingli's words were a veiled reminder to the big shots to remain calm.
A 30ml bottle of nutrient solution lasts a long time. Yu Yu only adds one or two drops each time she makes memory bread, and there's still plenty left.
The experts subtly inquired about the basis and rules for her dosage, and the child pondered for a moment, then frowned and said seriously:
"Because we need to save money."
"There's only a tiny bit of nutrient solution left."
Everyone: "..."
The bigwigs present had all heard of Yu Yu's reputation as a child prodigy, but when the test revealed that the child knew nothing about medical knowledge, the medical experts were taken aback.
Did this trip turn out to be a waste of time?
The medical experts sat around nervously, while the high-tech research leaders were all smiles, finally getting a chance to spend time with Yu Yu.
Since Yu Yu shared her method for deciphering cat and dog language, linguistics experts worked overnight to create a set of teaching materials on cat and dog language.
This set of teaching materials is currently being piloted in the police dog unit. In addition to daily training, each handler spends the rest of their time learning dog language.
It is said that some police dogs made rapid progress after hearing their handlers speak dog language. Every day after training, they would pester their handlers to chat and ask if they could be assigned a husband/wife.
On the other hand, the research and development of protective cover materials has also entered a critical stage, and if all goes well, they can be put into use next year.
Teacher Zhao's team diligently studied antigravity based on the formula Yu Yu had previously provided, but unfortunately, things didn't go smoothly, and they remained in a state of groping in the dark.
The questions from high-tech research leaders are extremely subtle, and Yu Yu usually can't understand them, but the occasional words they utter are enough to enlighten her.
After waiting for half an hour, the memory bread finally came out of the oven.
While the medical experts were still hesitating about whether to eat it, the elderly gentleman and lady from the high-tech field had already grabbed two pieces of bread each, blowing on them as they ate them with obvious enjoyment.
The medical experts were dumbfounded: "You...you ate it like that?"
The ingredients of these brain supplements are not even clear, yet they dare to put them in their stomachs. Isn't that too hasty?
They were all elderly people, and they weren't afraid of making themselves sick from eating.
It wasn't convenient to say it outright in the live broadcast room, so Professor Liang Yuan, who had some acquaintance with Dean Chen, asked with a smile:
"Old Chen, haven't you noticed anything different about me lately?"
"You've lost weight," Dean Chen said with satisfaction. "You've been controlling your blood sugar and exercising well lately, haven't you, Lao Liang?"
“No,” Professor Liang Yuan said simply. “I’ve never been one to control my eating or exercise since I was a child. What’s the fun in life if you can’t enjoy eating to your heart’s content?”
Seeing the disbelief on the other person's face, Professor Liang Yuan chuckled: "I ate Fish's Memory Bread for four days, and not only did I lose weight, but my blood sugar also dropped. Isn't that amazing?"
The two old men had been seeing each other for years, and Dean Chen could easily tell that Professor Liang was showing off and being smug.
Dean Chen pushed up his glasses and stared at the fat old man suspiciously.
More than a dozen batches of memory bread were baked in one afternoon. The enthusiasm of the bigwigs in the high-tech field for bread aroused the vigilance of the medical bigwigs.
Those old folks who won't get up early for nothing must know something inside.
The pots and pans in the kitchen never stopped clattering. The high energy of the elderly men and women was astonishing. Yu Yu felt sorry for the brain supplements that Ya Ya had given her, and refused to bake bread anymore.
The old folks returned home laden with goodies, and Yu Yu's wallet swelled up like a balloon.
A few days later, the medical experts who obtained the experimental data were filled with regret, beating their chests and stamping their feet, lamenting, "Oh dear, how could we have let those guys take so much bread!"
Is that bread? No, that's medicine!
Led by Dean Chen, medical luminaries visited again, eager to reach a cooperation agreement with Yu Yu.
"Huh? Publish a paper?"
What is that?
"No, no, I don't want to write."
Fishy resisted strongly: "My little hands say they're tired."
Dean Chen: "Yuyu, Grandpa can write it for you. You just need to tell me your thought process."
The thought that Alzheimer's disease, which has baffled medical experts around the world, will eventually be conquered by a three-year-old child from China fills him with excitement, pride, and a sense of accomplishment.
However, Yu Yu was destined to disappoint them, because she had no understanding of medical principles at all.
The child readily told them the formula for the brain nutrient supplement that Ya Ya had given her.
The formula for brain nutrients is very simple, using common, all-natural ingredients that can be found anywhere on Earth.
However, because Earth's original environment is not as good as that of Planet Cang'ai, the brain nutrients extracted from it will not be as effective as those produced on Planet Cang'ai.
Dean Chen was shocked that the child would share the formula with them without reservation, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.
Of course, this formula belongs to the state.
Once the replication is successful and the clinical trials are completed, Alzheimer's patients all over the world will be given a new lease on life!
Although the child kept saying that the brain nutrient was not her invention, she couldn't explain the source of the nutrient. Moreover, there was no new drug in the world that was so effective. After repeated discussions, the highly efficient Zheng Shoucheng knocked on the Yan family's door with the patent contract.
Upon learning of Zheng Shoucheng's purpose, Qi Youyu, who was determined to buy the mountain for her uncle to live in, hesitated.
The child scratched at the fleshy dimple on the back of his hand, looking distressed.
The nutrient solution was Ya Ya's invention, not hers; she should have asked Ya Ya for permission.
Yan Xingli noticed Yu Yu's concerns, so he mustered up his courage and invited Director Zheng back first. Then the grandfather and granddaughter sat in the guest room and whispered to each other.
"Since this invention isn't yours, we should indeed seek the owner's permission, that's correct."
Yu Yu patted her head, looking slightly uneasy: "But Uncle, I've already sent out the formula... I regret it so much, will Ya Ya be angry?"
Yan Xingli: "If she gets angry, we should sincerely apologize and make it up to her."
YuYu: "What kind of compensation will you give?"
Yan Xingli rubbed the child's head and gave an example: "For instance, give her a small invention or gift that you like."
The child paused, then said in a very simple, soft voice, "But I don't want to give my uncle to her..."
"?"
Yan Xingli: "I'm not some kind of invention!"
“That’s right, Uncle is a gift.”
Fishy's little voice was bright and full of energy: "If it weren't for Uncle, I would have starved to death on Earth."
How can meal tickets not be considered a gift from heaven?
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