God is Coming

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Ordinary people's arm rejuvenation and transplantation is considered a common operation. In a prosperous galaxy like Tianmenyi, regular large hospitals can complete it, but the cloned and reanimated arms are all standard gene models, which are often weaker than the original ones, and need to be re-personalized. Only through the optimization of genes can we reach the original level.

As a test subject, the resurrection of Chu Jungui's arm is a bit more troublesome, but it is still within the scope of the hospital's handling under the premise that someone pays the bill. The hospital doesn't need to figure out what those large sections of seemingly useless codes in Chu Jungui's gene are, they just clone them as they are. Anyway, if top-level biological materials are used, the gene chain created is strong enough, and no matter how long the gene is, it can carry it. move.

Such an operation requires the use of galaxy-level research institutes, and the key factor lies in the top-level muscle fibers to be implanted.

It seems that Professor Lu doesn't think Chu Jungui can understand it at all, even if he understands it, he can't remember it, so all the data are not encrypted, and the core parameters of those muscle fibers are also included.

The test subject only read it for a total of one minute, and the file was automatically destroyed. In such a short time, Professor Lu felt that he could barely finish reading the catalog. During this minute, the test subject read for a full 59.9 seconds. Before reading, he took 0.1 second to make a copy of the file and stored it in the memory area.

The parameters of these muscle fibers are beyond the table, and a fiber as thin as a hair can generate tens of kilograms of traction. In terms of strength, a single pole can lift thousands of kilograms of weight.

The difficulty with this muscle fiber is that it is a truly all-biological material that can be seamlessly integrated with genetically specific human tissue. Even in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it is currently only a laboratory product, and can only be produced in small batches in laboratories. The cost of this kind of thing is not easy to calculate, anyway, it is ridiculously high.

Being able to transplant dozens of roots to Chu Jungui at one time seems to be the Lin family's compensation for him. It's just that Chu Jungui didn't understand that he had already obtained tens of thousands of merit points at one time, not counting the previous four thousand. It stands to reason that the compensation is enough and there is no need for additional compensation.

If the Lin family really felt sorry, they could just give him an identical left hand, and it wouldn't cost much.

Chu Jungui couldn't understand what the Lin family thought. These rich people always acted so capriciously that it was hard to refuse.

There is no reason to refuse such a good deed, so Chu Jun returned without delay, and directly followed Professor Lu to board the shuttle and flew to the research institute for surgery.

About half an hour into the flight, the shuttle landed on the apron of the research institute. When Chu Jun got off the plane, he was taken aback by dozens of researchers and more than a dozen various instruments in front of him.

"Is this a major operation?" Chu Jungui said very tactfully. With so many people, it would be impossible to squeeze around him, not to mention that there are so many equipments. There is no need for so many people for surgery, only slice research is needed.

Professor Lu said impatiently: "Do you think this operation is an ordinary minor operation? In order to ensure that your body can withstand these fibers, more than ten fibers must be transplanted at the same time at a time, so as to ensure uniform force and prevent you from being The bones are broken by them when exerting force. To complete the transplant within a week, these people are the minimum requirements. Are you going to do it or not?"

"Do it." Chu Jungui didn't dare to ask any more questions. This Professor Lu's temper is obviously not very good.

"Then take off quickly."

Chu Jungui was taken aback for a moment, unable to react.

Professor Lu pointed to the mobile operating bed, and said, "Take off your clothes and lie on it. Are you still going to do the transplant with your clothes on?"

Chu Jungui took a look around. The scene and the attire of the personnel in front of him seemed familiar, and it was the same when he was inspecting the space base before. The slight difference was that the researchers at the space base were all expressionless, looking at him as if they were looking at a piece of meat that could be cut at any time. And the expressions of the researchers here have somewhat changed.

"Take it as an examination..." Chu Jungui took off his clothes and lay down on the mobile operating table.

As soon as he lay down, the table top of the operating table was automatically sunken, completely fitting the curve of his body, allowing him to be half-embedded in the operating table.

The operating table automatically slid through the long passage, and finally entered a hall with a hemispherical dome. The operating table immediately became transparent, and several rays of light scanned Chu Jungui's body for the most thorough and detailed inspection.

After a while, the scanning ended, and in another control hall, a soft electronic synthesizer sounded: "The physical condition of the sample: disabled; health level: 150%; comprehensive body function index: 393."

There are dozens of divided areas in the hall, and each area has a researcher who wears eyepieces and is constantly operating on the virtual terminal.

Hearing the data of electronically synthesized voices, some researchers said: "393! That's an exaggeration. The standard for ordinary people in Dynasty is 100. Doesn't this kid look very strong? Why is his body so much stronger than ordinary people? Professor Lu, you need Don't cut this kid up for research?"

In front of the central console, Professor Lu snorted heavily.

"Just kidding." The poor-mouthed researcher quickly put on the goggles and worked honestly.

Professor Lu still had a rigid poker face, and said calmly: "In the special forces, there are as many fighters as there are soldiers whose overall physical fitness is more than ten times that of ordinary people. If you want to dissect, you can go there to find them."

Professor Lu added: "This is a task assigned by the Lin family. If any guy gets distracted later and makes an operation error that affects the effect of the transplant, I don't need to say more, just submit the resignation report by yourself."

The researchers were afraid to speak. Working in a place like the Tianmen-Galaxy Research Institute is the lifelong dream of many researchers.

At this moment, a female researcher suddenly exclaimed. Although the voice was not loud, it was caught by Professor Lu in the silence.

"Lu Wei, what do you want to say?" Professor Lu's face was livid, and he could see that he was suppressing his anger.

The female researcher hesitated for a while, and finally she had the courage to say: "Professor, I adjusted the basic parameters of the system during the experiment yesterday, but forgot to restore them."

"Which parameter has not recovered?" Professor Lu was already on the verge of breaking out.

"It is the reference standard for the comprehensive body index. I entered the parameters of a special forces soldier, so the index of the sample is not four times that of ordinary people, but four times that of special soldiers."

Professor Lu was taken aback. He knows exactly what that means. Soldiers of the Special Forces of the prosperous Tang Dynasty were all selected from a population of hundreds of billions, some of them were passed down from generation to generation, and their genes had been optimized to the extreme. What kind of person can be 4 times stronger than them?

"Professor, don't you really want to dissect it?" Lu Wei suggested cautiously.

"...No." Professor Lu squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.

"Why don't you just cut a small piece?" She continued to suggest.