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"Abraham Erskine, I suggest that you directly conduct live animal experiments. Any theoretical model must be tested in practice." A young man with a high hairline, but deep brows and three-dimensional facial features, impatiently asked his experiment said the companion.

Erskine has a somewhat slow temper, looks like a good gentleman, and addresses his companions casually.

"John, the basic framework of the model is still too immature, and the probability of failure in living subjects is too high at this time."

John Schmidt became even more impatient. He chose Erskine as his experimental partner in order to get the best results in the graduation examination. After all, Abraham Erskine was the best student in biology and genetic research at the University of Munich. excellent student.

With the academic qualifications and excellent graduation results from the University of Munich, I have high hopes of entering a German national research institution and embarking on the path I have planned step by step.

But this Jew was really out of character with him. He dragged him to do theoretical deductions and equation calculations every day. If he continued like this, he would just transfer to the mathematics department.

John Schmidt said impatiently: "If the in vivo experiment fails, just do it again. Anyway, they are just mice and rabbits. There are as many as you want. The data obtained from direct in vivo operations can help the model to deduce faster."

"It's not necessary, John. I just need to spend a little more time and energy to make something better. It doesn't need to be so bloody."

He was still calculating the formulas slowly and comparing it with the data. If he did well on this topic, he planned to pursue it as his future research direction.

About the limits of biological and human genes and the feasibility of evolutionary transitions.

On one side, Johann Schmidt licked his hair back angrily and sat down helplessly to continue his calculations. It was not difficult to see that there was a reason for his receding hairline.

Bedlam Psychiatric Hospital is the oldest psychiatric institution in the UK. It was established in the 13th century. At that time, it was still called St. Mary's Bethlehem Hospital, and later became commonly known as "Bedlam".

This hospital was originally a monastery affiliated with a religious organization. It should be the earliest hospital in the world to treat mental patients. However, at the same time, this hospital was also notorious for its extremely cruel treatment of mental patients, so much so that Bedlem is now This word means "chaos" and "mental hospital" in English.

But in a hospital where even a promising psychiatrist would not give in, Sebastian Xiao was particularly at home.

His experimental treatment today is a new treatment system he read about in the psychiatric press.

An American doctor named Henry Cotton believed that mental illness is caused by infection of a certain organ in the body. This organ has "physiological lesions" that can be removed with a scalpel.

The idea was close to his philosophy, so he decided to give it a try.

"Mr. Derek Birmingham was born in 1890. He was a member of the Sixth Regiment of the British Army. Well, Mr. Birmingham, we were also comrades in the same regiment. After leaving the army, he often fell into a state of severe violence and bipolar disorder."

While Xiao was reading the patient's medical history, he moved his hands to look at the patient's pupils and the mouth that had been stuffed with an oral opening device. The patient, named Derek Birmingham, was tightly bound with five belts from top to bottom. On the bed frame, I screamed desperately, but I could only keep making "ahhhh" sounds from my mouth.

"Dr. Henry Cotton prefers to extract teeth. Well, I don't know what the direct connection is, but why not give it a try?" Sebastian Xiao seemed to be communicating with the patient about the treatment plan. His bright smile He smiled at Birmingham, turned around and picked up pliers from the tray.

Uh. Uh. Ah!

One of Derek Birmingham's back molars was pulled out, and there was still some adhering bright red tissue on the root. He and the bed frame were shaking violently, and the wailing sound burst from his throat in the small space. The room became extremely miserable.

Xiao hurriedly observed Birmingham's state and reaction. The first severe pain should have the best effect, but apart from violent shaking and screaming, Birmingham had no other special features. This made Xiao feel a little disappointed. He was unwilling to accept it. Continue to do "treatment", hoping for a miracle to happen

About half an hour later, Xiao pushed open the door of the treatment room and took off his gloves. His expression was unabashedly disappointed, and his delicate 37's were a bit messy. Behind him, Birmingham was no longer screaming. Only the blood stains and the weak rise and fall of the chest could be seen from the side.

Sebastian Xiao began to have some self-doubt. This was not like the way he always seemed sure of victory. He had always hoped that his experience could be replicated, but recently, after he started to really get in touch with the treatment of patients, he found that it was not as good as he thought. Simple, he thought he must have missed something.

He once again recalled that magical awakening experience. At that time, he was really young and had just been admitted to Cambridge Polytechnic. Xiao, who had always behaved strangely, quickly offended a group of aristocratic children in the school.

Thinking of this, he recalled how he liked to wear his hair parted in the middle and tuck his jacket into his pants. He scolded those guys who didn't know how to dress well, and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.

On the pretext of inviting him to join the boys' fraternity, they tricked him into the woods behind the college, covered his head while he was panicking to find his way, and then surrounded and beat him crazily.

It was the first time that he was beaten so painfully. The fists and kicks rained down on him. He was lying on the ground after being beaten, but they still kept beating and kicking him. He even suffered from convulsions and seizures caused by the pain. The stomach was hit so hard that I felt nauseated and suffocated for a while.

He didn't know how long he had been suffocated, but the pain and the extreme sense of near-death caused by suffocation made him suddenly feel that a cocoon-like membrane in his body was broken.

Xiao no longer felt pain. He even doubted whether those classmates were still beating him. Every blow they hit on his body seemed to inject some kind of power into himself. That kind of power even made him feel that the beating was so painful. , comfortable.

Xiao, who was regurgitating memories again, had no pain or unwillingness on his face, but rather a sense of contentment.

What is missing? Isn't just pain enough to change?

young! asphyxia! Dying!

Several words flashed through Sebastian Xiao's mind like lightning. He looked at the mirror on the sink with unfocused eyes. He thought about the dozen or so experimental treatments he had done over the past period of time. It's adults of a certain age and how they react to severe pain.

He kept coming back to research on the teenage years, on psychological and mental instability, and on the possible idiosyncrasies of human reactions in the near-death state.

Xiao's calmness and confidence returned again, and he found a new direction for research and experimentation. With Ms. Farmer's favor for him, it shouldn't be a problem to be transferred to the Juvenile Psychiatric Treatment Department.

He thought about a more "reasonable" treatment plan, and the smile on his face brightened again. He wiped his hands, carefully smoothed his hair, and walked briskly.