Luo Yang felt that he was trapped in endless darkness and floating in the unconscious void. As if he saw a ray of dawn, his consciousness gradually woke up from the darkness.

Suddenly, Luo Yang saw a big truck hitting him head-on.

As if his body was hit hard, Luo Yang suddenly opened his eyes from the bed.

A dream.

Luo Yang was still scared when the scene in the dream sounded.

He remembered that before he unconsciously fell into a coma, he had a car accident.

Suddenly, Luo Yang looked around and saw a group of people surrounding him, wearing white coats, more like doctors.

He was not dead.

Confidant that he was not dead, Luo Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Luo Yang, who was about to speak, made a series of strange sounds in his throat, like a baby who was speaking.

"Needless to say, your brain's verbal cortex and motor cortex are partially damaged. You have just completed the surgery and need to learn to speak again and walk again. Before that, speak with a consciousness translator." Chen Mo put a consciousness translator on Luo Yang.

“Where is this?”

Luo Yang looked at the man in front of him and seemed a little familiar.

"This is the Department of Brain at the First Affiliated Hospital of Wushuang University. You have a car accident and your brain is damaged. Fortunately, your surgery was successful." Chen Mo said.

"Are you Chen Mo? Did you perform the surgery on me?" Luo Yang suddenly heard who the man in front of him was. Chen Mo, the strongest super genius in human history. The legendary man was by his side and was treated with him, which was a bit incredible.

"Your family agreed to participate in my medical research project, so our team performed a partial brain change operation for you. The operation was successful. It seems that your memory function is fine."

After Chen Mo confirmed the data, he handed the tablet to the medical expert next to him.

From Chen Mo's words, 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, his family placed their last hope on Chen Mo's medical research project. Then the operation was successful and he was rescued.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Chen Mo smiled slightly: "Stay a break, and you'll see your family after a while."

...

"This is the latest operation for some brain deaths, and the operation was successful."

Chen Mo handed Luo Yang's case to Lan.

Lan, who was still paying attention to the layout of the Milky Way and the Fairy's defense line, stared at it, and put his attention on the medical record book. He reached out and picked it up. His wise eyes rarely flashed with other emotional fluctuations.

"The brain medicine technology is mature."

"Really?" Lan's eyes surged and his voice was a little excited.

"For five years, I have been studying this. This year, a total of 4,926 surgeries were performed, with an overall success rate of 78%, while a total of 683 surgeries were performed in the past two months, with a success rate of 98.4%. "Chen Mo said: "The failure of the first year of surgery has lowered the data. You should know that this complex brain surgery cannot guarantee a 100% success rate."

There is no perfect technology in the world. Now, the technology development is unknown. It may take more than ten years, even decades, or more to increase the last 1%.

Looking at the data, it is already terrifying that some brain death surgeries can achieve a success rate of 98%.

Even if medicine, the top civilization in the universe, has a 70% success rate in this field, it is very powerful. It was because his success rate was too low that he did not dare to perform surgery on his daughter casually.

"I came here just to tell you that if surgery is needed, it can be performed at any time. But your brain is too developed, and the surgery is more complicated than other lives, and the risk will be relatively higher." Chen Mo said.

Chen Mo has learned that although Lan's ethnic group has a small number of people, his brain is very developed, and Lan is the best among the ethnic group, and his brain is even more complicated. As Lan's daughter, she inherits Lan's excellence.

“How high is the risk?”

"It's probably only 70% to 80% of the time to succeed."

Hearing this success rate, Lan became silent, and after a while he spoke calmly: "If the operation fails, I'm afraid I can't serve you."

"You are a father, so do I. I understand your mood. I cannot wait a hundred years for these concerns to treat your daughter. No one is sure which one will come first, the end of the day or tomorrow. The universe is so big, it is still uncertain whether we can survive for a hundred years. After all, we have offended several god-level civilizations."

Lan looked at Chen Mo seriously, his expression calmed down a lot.

His daughter has always been his biggest heartache and concern.

There was an agreement between him and Chen Mo that he would serve Chen Mo. Once he could not treat his daughter, he didn't know what he would do in the future. But Chen Mo used the fastest speed to develop technology to treat his daughter.

He doesn't believe that technology is fake. Over the years, he has been exposed to almost all core technologies of the marching ant group. He knows how big the marching ant group is and how terrifying Chen Mo's R&D capabilities are.

"Let's take the surgery." Lan said in deep breath.

Lan thought of her daughter lying in the freezing cabin and felt a stinging heart. She had little hope in the past, so she didn't dare to let her daughter take surgery. Now Chen Mo gave him such a high success rate, he couldn't refuse.

"If the operation is successful, I will serve you all my life, if..."

"When the operation is over, you will make a decision. Don't be too pessimistic." Chen Mo interrupted Lan. Even if he is a god, it is impossible to guarantee a 100% success rate in the face of such a case that has entered the gate of hell in half a step.

...

In a freezer in the freezer, a silver-skinned female life lies lying. It is similar to Lan. It has the softness of female life on her face, and her long and narrow eyes are closed, which is very quiet.

She is Lan's daughter, Yang Scar Qingyue.

An accident occurred in the spacecraft and became a local brain-death living dead.

Half of his body has stepped into the gates of hell.

Lan looked at his daughter in the cabin calmly, with sad expressions. Every time he would come to the area of ​​Building 1 to see his daughter once.

My daughter is now his only concern.

It was already desperate, but Chen Mo gave him hope.

In the past, he would never believe that he could develop the technology to save his daughter in a short period of time, and that he was 80% sure. So when he agreed to serve Chen Mo, he gave Chen Mo a 100-year deadline.

But after returning to Earth and seeing Chen Mo's horror, he changed this idea.

In recent years, the earth's brain medical technology has been rising rapidly. They deliberately treat various brain patients and have encountered various cases, including some brain deaths.

The cases 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 still alive, it is more important than others.

He believed that what Chen Mo said was true, and he was 80% sure to heal.

Eighty-most sure is that medical technology with god-level civilizations may not be able to achieve this level.

"Yue'er, the boss said that the technology of treating you is mature, and you will be able to perform surgery tomorrow. If the surgery is successful, you will be awake..." As he said that, tears appeared in Lan's eyes, not knowing whether it was sad or happy.
Chapter completed!