Chapter 31: Push the car to that station and it will start beeping.
“No!”
Hearing this, Xie Yanwen's face was downcast. Why was he the one trying to persuade someone to go abroad again? His luck was really too bad. "But this is the Nobel Prize, something that scientists all over the world want to win!"
There was no way. He was a vulgar man and couldn't bear to see Bian Ling give up such a good opportunity to show off.
"Oh, then I'll consider whether to go after I win the award next year."
Going there once and suffering a loss is enough, but meeting the same group of people again at the end of the year? It is still unknown whether he can survive until the end of the year :).
Xie Yanwen tried to use the same method from last time, but...it failed so quickly!!
"Are you really not going? The Nobel Prize is different from the Lasker Prize. It's broadcast live, and you can even listen to the Royal Orchestra's performance for free."
Live broadcast? That's even more impossible.
Professor Bian is cold-blooded and ruthless. He wouldn't even bring special medicine for radiation sickness if it rained from the sky, let alone the orchestra's performance. He even changed the access code in order to avoid seeing Mr. Xie.
I simply declined all visits. It was done in one step.
"Old Wen, he shut me out!"
Wen Xun smiled: "I told you, he came back to China with a terrible look on his face. Those foreigners treated him like a hot commodity. He took three showers after he came back."
"...You know all this? You installed surveillance cameras in his house? Old Wen, you're amazing!"
"I'll change the access code tomorrow." He shouldn't have let anyone in.
"No, I'm wrong, isn't that okay?" Xie Yanwen pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. "Great! Just take a look at it. You should drink less in the future. I'm worried your stomach cancer will come back."
What kind of friends are these? President Wen's head hurts when he hears this: "If you have nothing better to do, go and sue someone instead of getting in the way here!"
"I've already taken leave. Aren't you guys working on that bionic limb project? How's it going? I heard it's very difficult, but there are quite a few people who have signed up."
After all, with the golden signboard of Bianling and the paper on neuronal connections, it is impossible for motivated scientific researchers not to be tempted. However, the difficulty of bionic prostheses lies not only in the connection of neurons, but also in the difficulty of developing new materials.
Currently, the common low-priced prosthetic limbs on the market are only aesthetically pleasing, and most of them are of average practicality. In addition, most mechanical prosthetic limbs are extremely bulky. Even if they can perform actions such as picking up and walking, their power consumption is quite alarming. Three hours is basically the longest usage time. If you go out, you have to carry a spare large battery in your bag.
In addition to the battery life issue, there is also the issue of adaptability of the residual limb. Most mechanical prostheses will cause varying degrees of discomfort when worn, and the incisions on the residual limbs may even swell and become inflamed. Many people are not even suitable for wearing prostheses.
Although a new prosthetic limb that can be used remotely without contact has recently been released abroad, it is obviously still in its "infancy". Its function is even more like controlling the prosthetic limb with a remote control rather than "controlling it as if it were an arm".
Wen Xun has even invested in multiple mechanical prosthetic projects. The reason why Hengyu Equipment was able to invest in Tianqi was because he had opened the door to such projects at that time. However, in the past few years, no project has turned a profit.
"How could there not be more? The four Tiankeng majors in biochemistry, environmental materials science are just one 'ring' away from making up the group."
Why did he suddenly start telling jokes? Xie Yanwen nudged his old friend and said, "The government should have contacted you. I heard from my grandfather that the military is very urgent and will definitely send their best R&D talents here."
The two of them were childhood friends because they grew up in the same military compound. Although Xie Yanwen was a lawyer, he was still well-informed about some news.
Wen Xun wasn't afraid of these things. What he was more worried about was: "Do you think Bian Ling is someone who is willing to work in a team?"
Xie Yanwen: ...My old friend, you'd better live out your life alone.
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Sure enough, Wen Xun's worries came true.
"Is this the most advanced bionic material you're talking about?" Professor Bian said, looking at me with a look of despair. "Are you guys starving here? You think you can even eat something like this? I, a layman, can do better than this even with my eyes closed!"
Are you still an outsider? Then what are they, outsiders in anti-theft?!
"This is already the best new skin-like material. Although it can't be compared with real human skin, the degree of simulation is already very high."
"At best, this is just a bionic static object. Wouldn't it be enough to have hands?"
Wen Xun stretched out his hand: "I can't do it."
"Ha!" Bian Ling was too lazy to complain. "Of course, bionic prostheses don't completely mimic a person's bones, muscles, and blood vessels. It's like... so troublesome. Why don't you just give up on it? I'll help you chase your wife. I've seen a lot lately..."
[Hahaha, host, please let Mr. Wen go. He still wants to live for two more years~]
President Wen coaxed him again, and he felt that he didn't want to have children in this life.
"It's like making a mechanical heart. It replaces the original heart's function of beating and pumping blood, rather than finding something that looks like a heart and shoving it into the chest and calling it a bionic heart. Can you accept that?"
Cyber prosthetics are so cool. Since they are prosthetic limbs, why do they have to be made to look like the real ones?
What he wants is to make the prosthesis as "palatable" as the real thing, so that in theory, the user will not feel a foreign body sensation after wearing the prosthesis, and it can even have the same functions as the original limb.
Even though Wen Xun had some knowledge of the subject, he didn't major in it. "Then what should I do?"
"So you're aiming to make a prosthetic limb that's as close to the original as possible? Shouldn't that start in a petri dish?" Professor Bian blurted out, "First, culture cells, then grow a perfect calf out of thin air in the lab, and finally perform a meticulous limb reattachment?"
Wen Xun was shocked: "Can modern medicine achieve this level of turning flesh into bones?"
"You have a nice idea, but I don't know how to do it. You should ask someone else for help." In the end times, only high-level healing psychics can achieve this level, and it cannot be achieved overnight. Just thinking about the difficulty of the research, Bian Ling gave up.
He also learned about the medical cloning technology in this world. It is true that gene editing technology can be used to reduce the rejection reaction of allogeneic transplants. There are also a few sporadic cases that have been declared successful, such as using gene-edited pig livers to perform liver transplants on humans, and reconstructing severed fingers.
But since it has not been promoted, there must be a reason why it cannot be promoted. Looking at the results alone is of course good, but those who do scientific research also have to consider practicality.
The excessively long cultivation time and the huge scientific research costs mean that even if the reconstruction and reconnection are successful, there will still be a long period of care and maintenance to follow. I am afraid that even a wealthy person like Premier Wen may not be able to afford it.
It's unrealistic. This world doesn't have the conditions to achieve success overnight.
"No, you're the most brilliant person I know!" Wen Xun was already accustomed to Bian Ling's habit of giving up easily. "Then what kind of person do you need to cooperate with you? Just tell me directly."
"It's simple. One will work on lightweight, environmentally friendly and durable materials, and the other will work on battery energy recycling. Ideally, they should have some knowledge of artificial intelligence."
How is this simple?! It sounds like they're selling smart electric cars!
"The former can give the prosthesis a balanced appearance, while the latter is used for counterweight and energy drive." Bian Ling sat on the single sofa, his body overflowing with confidence. "And I am responsible for linking them together to form a whole."
Wen Xun pointed to the bionic material beside him and said, "None of these work?"
"Just consider the weight of this junk. Ji Jiayu's half leg weighs only a few pounds. This thing would be overweight even without the mechanical parts. What? Do you want a disabled person to get in the elevator and start beeping at every stop?"
...I'm not that overweight.
"Also, during security checks and customs clearance, do prosthetic limbs have to be removed and put on the conveyor belt?"
Wen Xun:...Isn’t that the case?
The management of the doomsday base is very lax, but only the entrances and exits are very strict. Even under such strict circumstances, people are not allowed to take off their prosthetic limbs to check for smuggling, so the materials must of course be adapted.
"I understand. I will do my best to find someone."
Bian Ling doesn't like laboratories with too many people, and he has no plans to accept students. He will use robots if possible. Anyway, the wealthy President Wen pays for it, so he has no psychological burden at all.
He wasn't worried about finding someone. The first phase of the clinical trial for the anticancer drug was almost over, and the patients were recovering very well, including Shen Mingguang.
Lao Kuang's team wanted to publish a paper and insisted on taking him with them. Bian Ling was so annoyed that he simply went straight into the laboratory.
So when Wen Xun brought two people over, he couldn't find anyone. He called Huang Yi and found out that he had actually gone to live in the laboratory.
It was so new, he felt that the current exile in Lingnan was a little different from when he first met her. But he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was different.
"Excuse me, let's go straight to the lab."
Of the two people brought by Wen Xun, one was recommended by the military, named Zhao Jingyun, who was originally engaged in the research and development of aerospace materials. He happened to be in a free period recently, so he was urgently pulled over. The other one was someone Wen Xun interviewed, named Yang Fanjing. He had many personal achievements, but because of his peculiar personality, he was either promoted or left the university.
Zhao Jingyun is 32 years old this year and has already reached the rank of lieutenant. It can be seen that her scientific research ability and achievements are very outstanding, otherwise the army would not have chosen only her.
Yang Fanjing, standing next to him, looked about the same height as Zhao Jingyun. Although he was already 28, one could easily believe he was a college student based on his appearance. However, his work history... was even more extensive than his love history. After graduating from the Junior Class, he was quickly admitted to graduate school and then to a doctoral program. His academic journey was smooth sailing, but then, after graduation, he began to experience ups and downs.
I started as a young professor at a university, but my teaching skills were so poor that I couldn't even complete basic teaching tasks. I also had a bad relationship with my colleagues, so I was either promoted or resigned. Because I had a double degree, I quickly found a job at a new energy vehicle company. However, before I had long, the company went bankrupt.
After that, everything he did was a mess, and he had the aura of a reincarnated plague god.
Professor Bian: ...Premier Wen actually found him someone who works on new energy electric vehicles.
But as long as it was capable and quiet, and he wasn't too picky, Bian Ling felt he could tolerate the little system messing around in his ears. These two—
"No, Mr. Zhao, your mysophobia is too serious!"
"And you, if you say anything more, I'll poison you into silence!"
As expected, no species like humans is perfect. Zhao Jingyun has good abilities and a good personality, but her mysophobia is too severe. Professor Bian believes that this woman can evolve into a sterile organism in the future, and the other one... is too abstract.
Bian Ling moved his home back to live next to President Wen and hasn't even been to the laboratory for ten days.
"Engineer Zhao, Bian Shen didn't come today. Am I going to ruin the lab again?"
Zhao Jingyun despised Yang Fanjing's approach. She felt that all men in the world were infected with germs. To be honest, the thing she wanted to do most after joining the team was to help Bian Ling cut hair, but unfortunately he rejected her. To some extent, she stayed in the military research institute because the military had a strict standard for crew cuts. "Can you type? I want to apply for the same treatment as Teacher Bian."
Yang Fanjing was desperate. He didn't want to do that. Was it his fault that his voice was unpleasant? He dreamed of having an invincible, mellow and beautiful voice! Just like Bian Shen's, that would be fine.
"Not only does it sound unpleasant, but you also have a thick accent."
"Goddess, I don't have an accent at all!"
Zhao Jingyun: ...You've almost led me, a native of Northeast China, astray! And you still say you don't have an accent! Shut up!
However, although Bian Ling was not there, the project progress was not slow. After all, Professor Bian knew the process of making the mechanical prosthesis in the apocalypse very well. What was lacking was the suitable materials and driving energy.
Bian Ling had installed both of these things before, and he was familiar with their basic internal structures. In fact, it was not impossible for him to complete them independently, but he did not fully understand the things in this world, so it was better to outsource them directly.
Professor Bian will never take the initiative to work overtime if he can be lazy.
At the same time, after two months, the first phase clinical trial of the anti-cancer drug was finally a complete success. All the advanced patients in the trial miraculously recovered to at least the mild symptoms of the early stages. Most of them were able to recover at home, while a small number of them needed to be transferred to the hospital for treatment of other complications because they had received chemotherapy and surgery.
But these cannot affect the reputation of the new anti-cancer drugs at all.
After reading the paper published by Kuang Chunlai's team, the State Food and Drug Administration immediately agreed to the conditional marketing of this drug. In other words, the second phase of clinical trials can be carried out directly in major hospitals across the country, and patients can use the new drug as long as they sign the consent form.
This immediately disrupted Premier Wen's plan. After all, although the pharmaceutical company had been registered and the factory had purchased fully automatic machines for production, it had not yet recruited anyone, and pre-job training would definitely take time.
The most important thing is that the new medicine has not been named yet. It can't be called Bianling No. 1. If he is exiled to Lingnan, he will be killed with a knife.
Last time, a pharmaceutical company was kicked out for simply calling itself Tianhuo Pharmaceutical. This time, we should ask the opinions of the parties involved.
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It's not that I don't want to update, I just really have no more drafts. Help! Is there any quick coding progress accelerator? Can Professor Bian arrange one for me [dog head holding a rose]!
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