Chapter 905: : No one is sure which of tomorrow and doomsday comes first

Luo Yang felt himself sinking into endless darkness, wandering in the unconscious void. As if seeing a ray of dawn, consciousness gradually awakened from the darkness.
Suddenly, Luo Yang saw a large truck bumping towards him.
The body seemed to be hit hard, and Luo Yang opened his eyes suddenly from the bed.
A dream.
Ringing in the dream scene, Luo Yang was in fear.
He remembered that he had a car accident before he was unconscious.
Suddenly surprised, Luo Yang looked around, and sure enough he saw a group of people around him, wearing white coats, more like doctors.
He did not die.
Making sure he wasn't dead, Luo Yang exhaled.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Luo Yang, who just wanted to speak, had a strange sound in his throat, like a babbling talking.
"It goes without saying that your brain's speech cortex and motor cortex are damaged. You have just completed the surgery, and you will need to learn to talk and walk again later. Before that, speak with a conscious translator." Chen Mo gave a conscious translator to Luo Yang put it on.
"Where is this?"
Luo Yang looked familiar at the man in front of him.
"Here is the brain department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Wushuang University. You have an accident and your brain is damaged. Fortunately, your operation was successful." Chen Mo said.
"Are you Chen Mo? The operation you gave me?" Luo Yang suddenly rang out who was the man in front of him, Chen Mo, the strongest super genius in human history. The legendary man, who was beside him, gave him treatment, which was incredible.
"Your family agrees to your participation in my medical research project, so our team performed a partial brain exchange operation for you. The operation was successful. It seems that your memory function is OK."
After confirming the data, Chen Mo passed the tablet to the medical specialist next to her.
From the words of Chen Mo, Luo Yang knew what was going on.
After his car accident, his brain was damaged and other hospitals could not treat it. In the end, the family pinned their last hope on Chen Mo's medical research project. Then the operation was successful and he was saved.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Chen Mo smiled slightly. "Take a break and wait to see your family."
...
"This is the latest operation on some cases of brain death. The operation was successful."
Chen Mo handed Luo Yang's case to Lan.
Lan, who is still watching the layout of the defense lines of the Milky Way and the Fairy, has her eyes fixed on her medical records and reaches up. Her wise eyes rarely flash other emotions.
"Brain medical technology is mature."
"Really?" Lan's eyes skyrocketed, his voice a little excited.
"I have been studying this for five years. A total of 4926 operations were performed this year, and the overall success rate was 78%, while a total of 683 operations were performed in the last two months, the success rate was 98.4%." Chen Mo said: "The first year The failure of the operation has reduced the data. You should know that this complicated brain surgery cannot guarantee a 100% success rate. "
There is no perfect technology in the world. At present, the development of this technology is unknown. It may take more than ten years, even decades, or longer to increase the last 1%.
Lan looked at the data, and some brain death surgery can reach a 98% success rate, which is already terrifying.
Even the medicine of the top civilization in the universe, in this field, has a 70% success rate, which is very powerful. At that time, it was because his success rate was too low that he dared not perform surgery on his daughter.
"I came here to tell you that if surgery is needed, it can be done at any time. But your brain is too developed, surgery is more complicated than other lives, and the risk will be relatively high." Chen Mo said.
Chen Mo has learned that although Lan's ethnic group is small in number, his brain is very developed, and Lan is the best in the ethnic group. His brain is more complicated. As Lan's daughter, her superiority is affirmed.
"How high is the risk?"
"Probably only 70% to 80% of them succeed."
Hearing this success rate, Lan became silent, and then calmly said, "If the operation fails, I'm afraid I can't work for you."
"You are a father, and so do I. I understand your mood. I cannot wait for a hundred years to treat your daughter because of these concerns. No one is sure which one will come first on the last day or tomorrow. The universe is so big, we Whether we can survive for a hundred years is uncertain, after all, we have offended several god-level civilizations. "
Lan looked at Chen Mo seriously, his expression eased a lot.
His daughter has always been his biggest heartache and concern.
There is an agreement between him and Chen Mo, and he will serve Chen Mo. Once he cannot treat his daughter, he does not know what he will do in the future. But Chen Mo used the fastest speed to develop technology to rescue his daughter.
He does not believe that technology is false. In recent years, he has contacted almost all the core technologies of the marching ant group. He knows how big the marching ant group is and how scary Chen Mo's research and development capabilities are.
"Surgery," Lan said, taking a deep breath.
Lan thought of her daughter lying in the freezer, her heart tingling. He didn't have much hope before. He didn't dare let his daughter have surgery. Now Chen Mo gives him such a big success rate that he can't refuse.
"If the operation is successful, I will work for you all my life, if ..."
"After the operation is completed, you should make a decision and don't be too pessimistic." If Chen Mo interrupts Lan, even if he is a god, in the face of this half-step step into the ghost gate, it is impossible to guarantee 100% success rate.
...
In a freezer compartment of the freezer, a woman with silver skin lies, similar to Lan, with the softness of female life on her face, her narrow eyes closed and very quiet.
She is Lan's daughter, Yang Sikal Qingyue.
There was an accident in the spaceship and it became a living dead with local brain death.
Half of the body stepped into the ghost door and closed.
Lan calmly looked at the daughter in the cabin, with sadness in her expression. Every once in a while, he would come to the area of ​​Building No. 1 to see his daughter once.
His daughter is now his only concern.
Originally desperate, but Chen Mo gave him hope.
In the past, he would never believe that he could develop a technique to treat his daughter within a short period of time, and that it was still 80% certain. So when he agreed to serve Chen Mo, he gave Chen Mo a 100-year term.
But when he returned to Earth and saw Chen Mo's horror, he changed his mind.
Over the years, the Earth's brain medical technology is climbing wildly. They deliberately treated various brain patients and encountered various cases, including some brain death.
The case of some brain-dead patients being rescued gave him great confidence.
Although some patients may be accompanied by sequelae and amnesia after being treated, sequelae can be treated and amnesia does not matter. As long as his daughter is alive, it is more important than others.
He believes that what Chen Mo said is true, he has 80% certainty to cure.
Bacheng's grasp is already very high, and the medical technology of god-level civilization may not be able to achieve this level.
"Yueer, the boss said that the technology for healing you is mature, and I will be able to perform surgery on you tomorrow. If the surgery is successful, you will be awake ..." Then, I saw tears in Lan's eyes, I don't know if it was sad or happy.
After spending an hour in the freezer, Lan was able to sort out his emotions, and Lan was reluctant to leave the freezing laboratory.