A shrill shout came from a research institute in Lanke Company, as if someone had seen a prehistoric beast, and the sound was constantly echoing in the open and quiet research institute.

"Tony, don't shout!" a female researcher said unhappily, "This is a laboratory, not a place where you scream!"

"You guys come and see!" The supervisor stared at the screen, his voice a little sharp, making everyone's eardrums particularly uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at?" A researcher walked behind the supervisor with coffee.

The atmosphere here is a typical Silicon Valley style. The coffee in the researcher's hands exudes a strong aroma, and the plaid shirt is not buttoned, bringing some freedom and freedom.

Before he could walk behind the supervisor and see the picture on the computer screen from a narrow angle, the researcher was stunned.

The coffee cup had already been placed on my lips, but I forgot to drink it, and I didn't feel the high temperature of 89 degrees Celsius. My eyes were staring at the screen on the computer screen.

A few seconds later, the researcher's hand shook, and then he felt the high temperature coming from his lips. He screamed and fell to the ground.

The loud noise attracted everyone's attention.

Why is it so messy today? Everyone feels a little strange.

"What is this! Tony!! You have already produced a 3D picture of nerve conduction!" The researcher shouted loudly regardless of the scorching pain from his lips, "Damn it, you bastard, why don't you tell us about such a big progress!"

When they heard the word progress, the people who were already focused on working also raised their heads and looked strange in their eyes.

Even if the collapse of this building would not attract their attention, but when they heard that the project had progressed, the eyes of these people stabbed Tony like a knife.

"It's email, email." Director Tony murmured, "My God, it's so incredible!"

"Who sent it?"

“It was sent to me by CEO Jack Jones,” said Superintendent Tony. “We shouldn’t be the only unit in the company’s head nerve research.”

As he said that, he clicked on the video and watched it again.

The 10-second video is not big, but the content it displays is extremely rich, so rich that everyone present gathers together and watches it for half an hour.

"Other project teams have made breakthrough progress. Tony, are we going to be abandoned?" asked a female researcher in frustration.

There is an analysis of brain neural structure, which is still in a ignorant state around the world, and there are not many effective measures.

These include regeneration through DNA repair; inactivated nerve axonal growth inhibitors; implantation of brain pacemakers; as well as hyperbaric oxygen, deep stimulation, etc.

The United States is not very active in the treatment of such patients, and at most it only uses some life-sustaining measures and family's frequent bedside calls. JP is relatively active, and has formulated detailed daily and timely care and carried out various methods such as deep brain stimulation.

In 1996, he went to JP Osaka University Hospital for treatment. Among the 34 patients who entered the "vegetative" state one month after the injury, 21 of them had recovered their consciousness to varying degrees.

At the beginning, medical staff once believed that only 20% of "vegetative people" could recover their consciousness, but the results of up to 7 years showed that this proportion was as high as 60%, indicating that most people have hope of awakening.

Because the research is much behind JP, the research institute located in the United States is not the main research institution under Lanke.

It must be JP researchers who have made breakthrough progress!

This means that the role of everyone in this institute is infinitely close to zero, and is in a state where they can be abolished at any time.

I'm going to lose my job!

All researchers had a desperate idea in their minds. JP's colleagues made too much research progress than they did, and they had even made a complete 3D imaging of brain nerve beam fluctuations.

It is beautiful, and every fluctuation seems to be a concrete manifestation of vitality and is presented to people.

Although it was only 10 seconds, after the initial surprise and sighing, all the researchers in this institute had a terrifying illusion.

The phone rang, interrupting the researchers' surprise. The supervisor answered the phone in a daze.

"Tony, tell me what you saw."

On the phone, Jack Jones's voice was slightly cold.

"Mr. Jones, this is an unparalleled research result, and there has been a breakthrough..." Tony's voice trembled slightly, and he understood what all this means to this institute.

It is possible that one time you lose your job and fall from the so-called middle class, and countless credit cards are devouring money like black holes.

The seemingly wealthy life is actually fragile and vulnerable. The monster who went bankrupt was waiting for him not far away with his fangs.

"Really?" Jack Jones asked.

"..." Tony was stunned for a moment, and he realized something seemed to be wrong.

"Tony, I'm asking you." Jack Jones said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Jones, yes, in my judgment, this research is infinitely close to being invested in clinical practice." Although Tony was facing endless abyss, as a technician, he still told the truth, "Is this the result of the research of JP's research institute?"

Tony asked tentatively.

"Tony, after reading it, I have a general direction. Do you think you and your researchers can do it?" Jack Jones did not answer his question, but continued to ask.

As if he had grabbed the life-saving straw, Tony immediately said, "Mr. Jones, give us three days, no! In 65 hours, we will give you a satisfactory answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jack Jones had already hung up the phone.

Tony stared at his phone in a daze. After a few seconds, he stood up and shouted loudly, "Selection! Meeting!"

"In the next three days, we will work overtime! No one is allowed to go home, before the research results come out!"

His roar trembled gently in the room, and everyone immediately took action. Everyone knew that it had reached the verge of the abolition of the institute, and that all the enthusiasm must burst out to keep the job.

...

...

Jack Jones looked at the beautiful scene, holding an atomic pen in his right hand, and with such force, the creaking sound kept coming.

Damn it, why is it him again!

Although we reached a cooperation on mitral valve clips, Jack Jones was not satisfied with the cooperation and was under tremendous pressure.

But that damn Wu actually sent him a brainwave image again.

Jack Jones's keen sense of business touch was immediately stimulated. If Wu mastered the clinical methods, it would mean...

Every year, there are 150,000 new elderly patients with Alzheimer's disease in the United States!
Chapter completed!