Chapter 42 Progress You have also ordered the dishes.
Wen Xun was also affected by the aftermath of the sequins, but he was a steady man and still had the energy to comfort Bian Ling: "Just bear with it. At worst, when the project is over, you can just exile them all to Lingnan."
[Hahaha Host, President Wen understands you really well~]
……Oh.
"Lingnan? My home is right next to Lingnan, so there's no need to be exiled." Yang Fanjing held the small wooden plaque in both hands and handed it over. "I polished this from wood from my godmother's mountain. I offered it to my godmother for seven days and seven nights. It's very effective in keeping me safe and away from bad people."
"...Shut up." Bian Ling glanced at the wooden sign. It was gray, but smooth and without a single burr. "Hang it on my office door. It'll ward off evil."
"Understood, sir—" Yang Fanjing covered his mouth and ran away quickly.
Zhao Jingyun held up a grapefruit water spray bottle and said, "I used a cleaning formula. It has a good bacteria removal rate and a certain chance of removing villains."
Bian Ling glanced at the huge nozzle and said, "...Did you remove the shower head in the bathroom?"
"It can also be used to wash your hair." Mr. Zhao pulled out a pair of barber scissors from somewhere. "Actually, it's a new year, a new beginning, how about..."
"You can use the grapefruit juice as toilet freshener. No need for a haircut. When I get into trouble and end up in jail, I'll get a free haircut. You can come visit me in jail then."
Zhao Jingyun: ...Teacher Bian’s attitude towards life is still so tough.
Several other workers in the laboratory also presented gifts. After all, Li Gou was really hateful. If it weren't for this waste, how could Bian Shen have experienced so many bad things? Although Bian Shen was always cold and never polite when working in the laboratory, compared to those bosses who stabbed them in the back, Bian Shen's laboratory was simply a scientific research wonderland.
Their salaries are always paid on time, and they even receive extra overtime allowances and year-end bonuses. To be honest, they can work for Boss Bian for their entire lives. Even the two men who were transferred from the military are now a little demoralized.
It’s not that they don’t want to leave, it’s just that Boss Bian gave them too much.
"You guys, clean this place up in half an hour. If I see one more sequin, you don't have to come tomorrow."
“Okay, boss!”
Bian Ling angrily scratched his hair, which was covered with ribbons and colored stripes. After everything was cleaned up and his eyes were filled with only the cold white of the laboratory, his expression returned to normal. "Why are you still here?"
"I have to clean up too. If I go out like this, people will think I fell into a kaleidoscope."
Wen Xun couldn't help laughing as he spoke. "I've discovered that you're truly a natural born researcher. These eccentrics are now completely convinced by you. That Engineer Zhao used to be in the military research institute, and he looked down on every man equally. Now he's actually willing to give you a haircut~"
"...I think you should see a psychiatrist." Bian Ling opened the document on his computer and arranged his work for the next week. "Zhao Jingyun doesn't look down on men. She just doesn't like men looking down on her. She only values scientific research ability. People who use gender as an excuse are garbage in her eyes. Of course, she has a good eye for people."
"Well, actually I stayed to see the progress of the experiment." This concerns Jiayu's future. He didn't dare to urge Bian Ling, but it's always okay to take a look.
Bian Ling's hands flew across the keyboard, his cold glasses reflecting a vibrant light. "Can you understand this? Go find someone outside to translate the experimental progress for you. I'm busy."
"Okay." Wen Xun stood up and turned back. "Over in Xiaowu Village, your adoptive mother's residence is almost back. Her grave is a bit dilapidated because no one visits it. I had someone relocate it and bury it with her deceased husband and child according to your request. It's been completed in the past two days. Do you still want to go back?"
Bian Ling's hands kept typing: "We'll discuss it later."
"Also, Shen Mingguang transferred 100 million yuan for medical expenses to the foundation under my name. Was this what you asked for?"
"Well, the Shen family's money is worth it. You can do whatever you want with it."
Bian Ling is not short of money at all now. Even if he has no money, the country will not let him be poor.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do."
Wen Xun plans to add some to the money and donate it in the name of Bian Ling to children in mountainous areas who have dropped out of school or have difficulty in obtaining an education. He will also provide some subsidies to teachers supporting rural education. "And that volunteer teacher went abroad two years ago and I haven't been able to contact him yet."
"Um."
Seeing that Bian Ling was immersed in his work, Wen Xun closed the door and left.
Professor Bian looked at the deserted office, suddenly laughed, and then continued typing on the keyboard.
When the small system heard the chuckle, it thought it had misheard at first, but when it thought about it carefully, it was an artificial intelligence, so how could it have heard it wrong?
Hehe, the host actually quite likes the surprise just now, right?
Unfortunately, it didn't dare to ask, so it could only keep it to itself.
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The progress of the bionic prosthesis is faster than planned. When the preliminary bionic model was born, even Director Kuang, who rarely took a vacation, came to watch. Of course, he himself has recently been the "banner collection point" and he must bring several large boxes of banners every time he comes to the laboratory.
"...Lao Kuang, if you have enough strength, you can work two more night shifts to burn off your energy."
"These are all kind words from patients, sent from all over the country. Some are also thank-you letters. The incident of your college entrance examination results being stolen really broke the hearts of people all over the country. Even the Spring Festival Gala came out to comfort you."
I was completely clueless about this: "What Spring Festival Gala?"
"You didn't know?" President Wen still wasn't paying enough attention. It was different after recovering from the illness. He had become lazy. Kuang Chunlai took out his phone and handed it over. "Look, I saved it specially. The acting was so good that I even had a part. It's just that the actor is too thin. He doesn't look as energetic as me."
Professor Bian glanced at it and didn't answer: "I'm too lazy to read it."
"It's rare that you didn't say anything mean. I thought you were going to say something about this ugly thing, how could you possibly bring it to me?"
Bian Ling casually called someone over and said, "Give this robust old man some of the grapefruit juice that Engineer Zhao prepared."
"Hey—I'm not an old man!"
A passing scientific researcher: ...The lives of the big guys are still too plain and simple.
The model of the bionic prosthesis has been running for some time, and the accuracy of neuron connections is very good. However, the new materials and motor drives still need continuous experimentation to reach the most stable range.
Kuang Chunlai was not a project staff member after all, so he could only take a look through the multi-layer glass of the laboratory. In fact, many people had already seen it, including but not limited to major leaders of the military and some central figures who also appeared on TV. It can be seen that although this project was unknown to the outside world, it was given extraordinary attention.
Even the "guinea pigs" who participated in the experiment were sent by the military after layers of screening. Although Ji Jiayu's family background is clean enough, she has lived abroad for many years, so she cannot be one of the first test subjects to install bionic prostheses for the time being.
"Do you need me to open the back door for you?"
President Wen shook his head: "Jiayu said she doesn't need it."
"It seems you're very anxious and have even asked for her opinion." Bian Ling looked at the physical examination report of the test list in his hand, "If it's not needed, why are you here?"
"...After all, I am also the funder of this horizontal project."
"Oh, then you are rich."
The military sent two people in total. One was a soldier on the border. His legs were frostbitten due to the extreme cold weather and had to be amputated. The other was said to be a special forces soldier who was unfortunately injured in an explosion while on a mission. Not only did he suffer varying degrees of burns on his body, but he also lost his left forearm and left calf.
In March, the season of spring flowers, Bian Ling met two experimenters.
"Without further ado, my name is Bian Ling, and I'm the person in charge of the bionic prosthetic project. I've already reviewed both of your medical reports. There are two specifications for this prosthetic installation. One involves implanting a chip-equipped bone within the residual limb, using chip-neuron technology to connect the prosthetic limb and achieve synchronization. The other involves directly connecting to human neurons, using bionic technology to achieve connectivity between the residual limb and the prosthetic. Basic experiments have already been conducted on the materials, so at least you won't suffer too much during the experiment."
In fact, with current technology, most people with disabilities are not suitable for prosthetic limbs due to the discomfort of the joints and the pain of supporting them, which can be an insurmountable chasm. Many people even lack bone support in their residual limbs, yet still experience phantom limb pain. Even lying down is painful, let alone fitting a prosthesis.
"However, because this technology has not yet been tested on humans, some unexpected pain will inevitably occur during the experiment. If anesthesia or painkillers are needed, I hope you will ask in advance. I know you both have high tolerance, but tolerance is not necessary in this experiment."
"You should know that if this experiment is successful, it will eventually flow to ordinary people. So for now, you only need to have the lowest pain threshold of ordinary people."
In fact, if Bian Ling were asked to choose, he would definitely not choose retired military personnel. This group of people have received special training, and their body muscles and movement reactions are different from those of ordinary people. Just like his treatment experience in the end times, it is not completely applicable to this world.
No matter how ordinary people are in the end times, their physical fitness is forced to be enhanced. He realized this only in the later stages of the experiment. Now he has made relative adjustments, but the specific use will definitely need to be continuously optimized.
Professor Bian is still very patient about this.
"Don't worry, Bian Shen, whatever you say is what it is."
Huang Lie originally thought that he would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. God knows how excited he was when he received the call from his leader. This was the God of Medicine. Cancer had been conquered. Of course he was willing to do it a thousand times.
Of course, even if he can't stand up, it would be good to contribute to the cause of science. His life is already like this, how much worse can it be?
"I understand. Please rest assured that I will cooperate unconditionally." Compared with Huang Lie, who is only in his early twenties, Wang Weihe, a retired special forces soldier, seems more gloomy and his speech is not very consistent. It can be seen that he has been depressed for a long time and has some mental problems.
"Very good, we have reached a preliminary consensus. As for what specifications are suitable for you, it depends on your own physical condition."
The rehabilitation department affiliated with Beijing Medical University is not well-known, so the director of the orthopedics department of the Military Medical University cooperated with Bian Ling to carry out the experiment. It just so happened that the amputation surgery and subsequent rehabilitation training of these two subjects were performed at the Military Medical University.
The director of the orthopedics department is named Liu Shuwei, a well-known iron lady in the military hospital. Orthopedics is a department that requires strong physical strength. When Bian Ling met Director Liu for the first time, he felt that he and Lao Kuang would definitely have a lot to talk about.
In the end times, both medical practice and scientific research are barbaric. Bian Ling may not know much about other surgeries, but he is quite skilled in amputation and limb reattachment. In Director Liu's opinion, he is a hidden gem in the ocean of orthopedics.
It's a pity that his physique is too average. Director Liu now wishes he could share all his fitness skills with him.
"Huang Lie's severed limb is relatively intact, and he has the conditions to install a standard prosthetic limb. However, his family's financial situation is limited, so he chose not to install a prosthetic limb. My suggestion is that he can directly connect to the human body's neurons to achieve the optimal solution."
Bian Ling nodded.
"As for Wang Weihe, because of the blast injury, he has varying degrees of sequelae in various parts of his body, as well as psychological trauma. Honestly, if he were my patient, I wouldn't recommend him getting a prosthetic limb. It would probably be another burden on his body."
"Besides, his stump has no bone support. According to your experimental results, he needs to graft an internal bone to connect the neurons using the chip. But from our perspective as orthopedic doctors, the requirements for grafting an internal bone are too high. Even if I can perform this surgery, ordinary doctors can't."
An exoskeleton is, of course, simple, but if it is built-in, one must consider rejection reactions, skin-flesh adhesions, and other issues. This is too difficult to promote, and the failure rate is probably not low. Director Liu has been engaged in clinical work for so many years, and she has seen too many patients who have undergone amputations, and she knows where the threshold for most people is.
"No, I'm afraid you've fallen into a cognitive misunderstanding."
"What?"
Bian Ling twirled his pen, his face a calm and confident expression typical of his work. "A simulated prosthetic limb doesn't have to be a complete replica of the human skeleton. It just needs to allow for freedom of movement. As for the internal structure, the easier it is to replace and maintain later, the better."
"This is our independently developed subcutaneous implant, which is completely different from the human body's own bones. It is easy to install and use, and it is much less painful for patients. However, we still need more data to support individual differences."
...You people who are engaged in scientific research really dare to think big.
This is how the end of the world is. There is no need for any sophisticated processing. The simpler and easier to use is the best solution. The earliest mechanical prostheses even completely ignored the pain of wearing them for amputees. Being able to install them and move them on their own was considered a success. It took continuous optimization and improvement before the finished prosthetic limbs were available on the market.
Even the built-in biological materials have been updated countless times. Anyway, what he can take out is the most advanced built-in bone technology and neural connection technology before his death.
Bian Ling is not specialized in this, it is already very good to be able to make the product. Anyway, once a technology is released, it will definitely be optimized over time.
Huang Lie's bionic prosthesis was obviously easier to install, so the test naturally started with him first. As for Wang Weihe, he was sent by Bian Ling to drink nutrient solution.
"Sir, if I could get prosthetic limbs, could I... have long legs?"
Bian Ling: ...You even ordered some dishes.
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The author has something to say: One day, Professor Bian couldn't sleep at night, so he took out his computer to write a paper.
As I was writing, I suddenly started watching the Spring Festival Gala for no apparent reason.
Well, that's normal, right?
After all, when people are doing serious things, they will inexplicably do anything other than serious things [rookie].
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