C1393 That Old Man Is Blind
C1393 That Old Man Is Blind
From a scientific point of view, this suggestion is quite pertinent.
Wasn't the reason for the continuous development of human civilization because people had been diligently exploring and researching the unknown all along?
Just like the legendary American Area 51, whenever people brought it up, they would think of alien civilizations, aliens and other mysteries related to the universe.
Therefore, Professor Chen's first reaction after waking up was to take this patient to the national laboratory, dissect him, examine him, and find out what exactly was hidden inside his body.
It would be best if he could participate in the research himself.
Even if!
In the course of his research, he would be torn to pieces by the mysterious monster that hid within the patient's body, just like the Alien who grew up with a human body in a sci-fi movie.
As long as he could figure out what that thing in the patient's body was, it would make a crucial advance in the research of human biology. Professor Chen's death was not to be regretted.
Many years later, those who had benefited greatly from the findings of this study would also firmly remember his name.
When he was mentioned to the younger generation, his tone would always be like this, "Child, do you know that the fact that we can live for 800 years is all due to the good fortune of Professor Chen?"
Professor Chen, who had blurted out those words, trembled in excitement when he thought about how his name would go down in history because of this.
However, he had forgotten who was the patient's family member.
After slapping the table and getting up, Lao Chen said in a sonorous and forceful tone, "President, I can guarantee with my head. Because we discovered this thing, we will absolutely become a miracle in human biology. I believe it won't be long before we can, we can -- "
At this point, Professor Chen felt a chill down his neck.
It was as if four cold knives were stabbing into his neck, cutting off his voice. He could not utter a single word.
Of course, no one dared to use a knife to cut Professor Chen's neck.
He had this clear illusion that it was all because of the two women. Their cold gazes were staring back and forth on his neck.
Out of the dozens of people who participated in this emergency meeting, seven or eight were women.
Most of them were experts in General Department, or brain.
But there were two women, not two.
Yue Zitong.
Helan Xiaoxin.
Young Woman could sit at the conference table. Other than the fact that they were the patient's family members, there was another identity that no one dared to ignore.
Forget about Helan Xiaoxin, the phoenix that couldn't even compare to a chicken, let's just talk about Yue Zitong.
Who is she?
Patriarch.
Which family's Patriarch?
Beijing Yue Clan!
The head of the Yue Clan in Beijing, what sort of existence was he in your hearts?
How should he put it?
Let's use an analogy.
If Yue Zitong wanted to kill Chen Fuming, it would definitely not be much harder than crushing an ant. She only needed to sneer and roll her eyes at him, "Someone help me kill this brainless idiot."
Such an untouchable existence, Chen Fuming actually told her in front of her that he would take her, Little Nephew, and her fiancé, to the national laboratory for dissecting.
Sigh.
Looking at Professor Chen who had suddenly realized that he had misspoken, then looked at Yue Zitong whose eyes were still shooting cold light out of them, all of the General Department doctors, led by the Principal, all heavily sighed in their hearts.
But no one said anything.
This saying of 'Undying Daoist' did not only apply to the martial arts world.
There were many forces in the city, and on the surface, they were kind and friendly. However, they had never stopped scheming and scheming in the dark, so there was a market for these words.
Even Prof. Wang, who had a good relationship with Professor Chen, lowered his eyes and pretended to help his student organize the projector. He silently mourned for him in his heart.
Silence.
It was very quiet.
There were dozens of people sitting around the table, but the meeting room was as quiet as a grave.
Even Lao Hu, who had the most stubborn temper, kept his silence this time.
This was because he felt that if he was worried about Lee Nanfang's comfort, Yue Zitong, who was extremely terrified after hearing Lao Chen's words, might pounce over and break Professor Chen's neck first.
The person who was guarding his fiancee and saying that he was going to dissect him was … what was it?
Lao Hu shook his head slightly and smiled wryly.
The mountain-like silence suppressed Lao Chen to the point that he couldn't breathe.
Only sweat the size of soybeans flowed down from his forehead.
However, the four knives never left his neck.
Yue Zitong and Wu Haoyu didn't let him off just because Professor Chen knew they said the wrong things.
Women were narrow-minded to begin with.
Especially when it came to the man they cared about the most, they would rather be sent to the national laboratory to be dissected in place of Lee Nanfang.
Anyway, while they were staring at Professor Chen, the sound of grinding teeth started to break the dead silence in the conference room.
Most of these specialists and professors had white hair. Oh, they were usually admired and respected by the people here.
This also created a sense of superiority for them. They even felt that after Earth left them, they would never be able to continue playing.
But now.
It was only when they felt real pressure in front of power that they suddenly realized that, in front of Yue Zitong, they were as aware of the fact that life and death were in the hands of someone else as they were in front of someone else, someone who was usually polite to them or someone who they hated when they begged.
After today, these self-proclaimed Savior experts and professors had completely changed their attitudes towards patients.
From this, it could be seen that Yue Zitong and her sister had done a good deed by accident …
The deathly silence in the meeting room was broken by the sound of grinding teeth. Finally, there was someone who dared to look at the dean from the corner of their eyes.
The dean is the leader of the General Department, and is of high rank and authority.
Professor Chen was one of his subordinates.
Regardless of whether Professor Chen had water in his head, what kind of serious mistake he had made, or what kind of heavy blow he would suffer, the dean, who was responsible for all of this, would stand up and speak up for Lao Chen.
The dean knew this as well.
He wanted to say it too.
However, was it worth it to offend Patriarch Yue because of Chen Fuming?
"Cough."
Just as the dean's mind was thinking of a plan, a cough sounded.
The sound of coughing attracted the gazes of everyone.
When everyone raised their heads in unison to look in the direction of the sound, they even let out a loud noise.
Yue Zitong was extremely angry.
Someone had dared to cough without permission to interfere with her majesty — who was this?
You must be tired of living, right?
Yue Zitong turned to look at that person.
Alright, seeing how this old thing was so awesome at fighting, and yet was unwilling to call him second uncle while pinching his nose, Patriarch Yue and Miss He Lan's hearts suddenly grew big.
A hint of a smile could be seen on his ice-cold face.
After attracting everyone's attention to himself, Lao Hu picked up his tea cup and calmly started to drink it …
"Uncle, say something, why are you drinking water? "Whether or not we can calm Patriarch Yue's wrath is entirely up to you, the leader."
When everyone in the General Department, including the Headmaster saw him drink from his cup of water, it was as if that cough just now was just a reminder that he wanted to start drinking water, and they all wished that they could jump over and grab his neck.
Other than the two little girls, no one knew what the heck Lao Hu was.
The reason why he could sit here was because Patriarch Yue called him Second Uncle Hu.
Since he was Patriarch Yue's second uncle, even if he was a garbage collector, he still had the right to sit here.
At the very least, everyone who didn't think much of him still treated him kindly on the surface.
"Second Uncle, do you have something to say?"
Helan Xiaoxin was anxious from waiting.
If Lao Hu didn't have anything good to say, then he would just keep the big miss absolutely quiet. Just watch how Lao Hu called people to bring that old thing surnamed Chen away. From then on, he would be evaporated from this world.
Lao Hu might also have truly felt it. If he continued to act cool, a lot of people would pounce on him and strangle him.
But even so, he still slowly put down the cup of tea and slowly said, "The one who is standing is Professor Chen, right?"
Lao Chen didn't say anything.
Those who were scared silly usually reacted half a beat slower.
However, the dean's reaction was quick, and he hurriedly continued, "Yes, this is our General Department's Chen Fuming, Professor Chen. "Professor Chen is a biological expert of our General Department."
Lao Hu raised his hand and interrupted the dean's words. He frowned and looked at Lao Chen, "Lao Chen, what did you say just now? Why didn't I understand?"
"I … I …"
Lao Chen finally had a reaction.
However, he still didn't dare to say anything after saying those two words.
Lao Hu didn't want him to say anything and just said: "When everyone was looking at the projection, I was probably distracted. After waking up, I heard what Professor Chen had said. The patient had a mysterious monster hidden in his stomach, and he's going to send him to the national laboratory to be dissected so that he can be used as a specimen for medical research. "
"I, I …"
Lao Chen could only say that.
"I feel like you're farting when you say that."
Lao Hu lightly said.
Lao Chen's mouth twitched and he replied in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes. "I, I'm farting."
Lao Hu turned around and looked at the screen that was frozen: "Why don't I see any mysterious monsters? "Could it be that I am blind?"
Except for two students, Young Woman and the student with the projection, the others were older than Jack.
However, when he called himself an old man, there was no one who objected to his actions.
Not only did no one object, but the dean, who was running his brain fast, suddenly understood something and quickly echoed, "Right, right, I also didn't see any mysterious monsters in the patient's body. Sigh, Lao Chen, you've been too tired recently, that's why you're hallucinating. Why don't you go home and rest for a few days? In case you lose your spirit and say something that would cause others to be at a loss of whether to laugh or cry. "
"That's right, that's right. I also agree with the dean's suggestion."
"Lao Chen, you are already so old, and yet you still insist on being in the front line for so long, your strength really doesn't match your heart." Going back home to rest for a while is also good. "
The other experts and professors also voiced their agreement.
Some people said that those who were capable were like the sages of ancient times. They were rich, rich, and unbeatable; they were mighty and unyielding.
Without a doubt, these experts and professors of General Department were precisely those with true ability.
But they were not sages.
It was only because of their status, status, and wealth that they had changed a long time ago.
As long as they bowed their heads to power, they would be able to preserve their old lives and their current prosperity. Only fools would not do such a thing.