novelraw Chapter 1052 - 754: Failed?
Chapter 1052 - 754: Failed?
The clinic’s operating room is right next to the ward area, with a buffer zone between the two regions, primarily used for disinfection and other procedures to prevent contamination of the sterile environment inside the operating room.
"You come in with me, the others stay outside." The doctor was holding the lion-man, standing at the door of the disinfection room, and said, "Once the inside is contaminated, it’s hard to deal with. Unless absolutely necessary, I’d rather you not go in either."
"Understood." Li Zheng nodded, letting Mirel and Feng Yue stay at the door of the disinfection room, then followed the doctor inside.
The disinfection process was even more complicated than what Li Zheng remembered seeing on Earth, involving but not limited to: bathing, steam sweating, mechanical scrubbing, disinfection, changing clothes, and a total of thirteen procedures.
At the beginning of the shower to the steam sweating process, Li Zheng almost thought he had entered the Red Romantic Bath Center until an Intelligent Humanoid entered with a steel brush and other objects, snapping him back to reality.
"Don’t get it wrong, this brush is not for you." The doctor pointed at the lion-man and said, "This guy hasn’t been cleaned for three years, and his fur is filthy. Only this kind of brush can clean him thoroughly."
The brushing took a full hour and a half, and Li Zheng, becoming impatient, asked, "Did you never think of shaving his fur off?"
"You think I haven’t tried?" The doctor replied calmly, "The Lion Mane Race is called the Lion Mane Race because their mane grows very quickly. After shaving, it can grow back within two hours and stops only after a certain length. In the Lion Mane Race, the quality of their mane is directly related to their appearance, and the more beautiful, smooth, and dense the mane, the more it is appreciated within their race.
According to their aesthetics, you and I are considered downright ugly, and they would mock us behind our backs, these mane-less races."
Li Zheng was speechless, "I used to think that Luo Aiman from the Matrix was already considered a bizarre race, but after entering the Outer City, my eyes were opened, and I realized that such extremely subjective races exist."
"You’ve only been to a few places." The doctor shook his head and said, "The Outer City you’ve seen so far is just a very small area. Further places have countless races that haven’t reached 950th Street due to distance, some of which are even more bizarre than the Lion Mane Race."
"There are more districts?!" Li Zheng was surprised, "How many districts are there in total in the Outer City?"
"I don’t know." The doctor replied seriously, "My main body might know, but to ensure my purity, he only left medical knowledge in my program, with very few other memories, almost none.
I can only say... many, far beyond what you can imagine!"
"But there’s no need to see them all." The doctor continued, "From snippets of what customers have said, the districts developing the fastest should be those numbered within a thousand, and anything over a thousand is called ’hillbilly’ by them."
"Hillbilly?" Li Zheng’s expression was odd, with people in the 950th district calling districts outside of a thousand hillbillies to elevate their own status.
Yet, as far as he knew, streets numbered 500, 200, and 50 were considered three dividing points, and at each dividing point, the residents would elevate their status to distinguish themselves from those they looked down upon as ’hillbillies.’
"It seems regional discrimination is not exclusive to Earth; all races have such bad habits." Li Zheng pursed his lips and said no more.
Perhaps residents within 2,000, 5,000, or 10,000 also look down on those in later districts?
It’s just an extended contempt chain, that’s all.
After the brushing finished, the doctor led Li Zheng to continue the following steps, and after completing everything, they put on a set of light jumpsuits, four hours had already passed.
Putting the Lion Mane Race patient on the medical bed, to prevent him from suddenly waking up during the experiment, the doctor placed over a dozen reinforcing restraints, ensuring nothing could go wrong.
He then went over to push a machine next to him, aiming it at the head of the Lion Mane Race, and from it took down a helmet connected with dozens of thin tubes or wires, placing it on the Lion Mane’s head.
"Come take a look." The doctor started the machine, beckoning Li Zheng over and pointing to the brain analysis diagram on the screen, he said, "This area is where the Lion Mane Race stores memory; in your language, it’s directly called the hippocampus."
While explaining, the doctor was operating at the bottom of the machine screen, the process was extremely complicated and dizzying; without Lao Pu’s assistance, Li Zheng couldn’t remember it at all.
"I am now adjusting the machine’s frequency and position; the frequencies for resonance among different races are also different, these are accumulated experiences from predecessors in history, detailed records are in the data room, and those you brought can also access them."
While speaking, the machine was adjusted, and the doctor quickly pressed several buttons at the corner of the screen.
Ziz!
A sound similar to an electrical current surged, Li Zheng saw the instrument attached to the Lion Mane’s head vibrate, then the Lion Mane’s entire body was trembling nonstop.
On the analysis diagram, the area previously pointed out by the doctor was gradually changing color, like a splash of color emerging in a black-and-white TV, extremely striking.
"If it were a normal person, the whole brain analysis diagram should be this color." The doctor said, "The anesthetics I used on him won’t affect brain activity, meaning despite waking up as infants, their brains remain in an inactive state...
Theoretically, a race with biologically meaningful brains shouldn’t survive if the brain isn’t working. Soul Loss patients completely violate this concept, so anything happening to them is normal. You have to be prepared; perhaps the method you brought won’t succeed."
Whether it can succeed, Li Zheng wasn’t sure.
All he could say was to do his best and leave the rest to fate.
Historically, every research success required countless experimental processes; Li Zheng didn’t expect his random idea could really treat them smoothly.
"We will do our best." Li Zheng said solemnly, "If it doesn’t work, we will continue to think of solutions later."
"Okay." The doctor operated on the screen, pausing the equipment, "That’s about it."
He went over to remove the instrument from the Lion Mane’s head, quickly switching on a Memory Release Device, trying to extract the Lion Mane’s memory before the response stirred in his brain disappeared.
The work indicator light of the Memory Release Device lit up, and Li Zheng’s heart tensed.
As long as the memory could be successfully extracted, this experiment would be considered half a success!
Li Zheng could hardly be happy for a few seconds before the Memory Release Device suddenly lit up a red light, then with a snap, it exploded, emitting a puff of black smoke.
"Did it fail?"